CHAPTER 13
“You make a mess of me.”
Everett
My head snaps back in ecstasy, the world falling off its axis as Henry’s big body pins me to the bed.
Cock relentlessly pummeling my prostate like a man possessed.
I think he’s gone into rut, but what do I know?
I’ve never had sex before now, never mind experiencing an alpha in rut.
Now sprawled across my back, chest hair tickling my damp skin, as he presses messy open-mouthed kisses on my neck and shoulder.
I don’t remember when I gripped my cock, I can barely feel my hand furiously stroking my shaft.
The pleasure from Henry's cock filling me over and over to the point of bursting is overwhelming every other sensation.
There is so much pre-cum oozing from my tip, it's creating a puddle beneath me. I want to cum so bad, I can feel it just out of reach, a fire burning hot inside my core. I need my alpha to mark me, breed me. I would tell him, but my voice is hoarse from screaming, and I can’t seem to form words. Not coherent ones, anyway.
Clenching my muscles around his cock causes his rhythm to falter and his claws to extend slightly, enough to pinch my skin. He’s more animal than man, and fuck, I love it.
“Claim me alpha, breed my hungry little hole.” I beg through panting breaths. I might be embarrassed by my behavior when this is over, but right now, nothing else matters. I can feel my balls drawing up tight, darkness starting to tickle the edges of my vision.
The roar that fills the room vibrates the bed.
I have just enough time to suck in a breath before he strikes.
Razer-sharp teeth pierce the skin at the junction of my neck and shoulder, setting off a blinding orgasm that I have no hope of controlling.
Rope after rope of cum paints the sheets, seemingly never ending.
“Mine.” The words are growled in my head, our bond cementing and causing an aftershock of cum to leave my cock. I’m boneless, barely hanging on to consciousness as my mate fucks into my hole, using me to find his end.
“Are you ready for my knot, mate?” Henry asks, his voice deep and raspy in a way I haven't heard from him before. I feel it then, the base of his cock swelling. It catches on my rim as his cock plunges deeper still.
“I’m going to breed you omega, fill your belly with my seed and lock you to me until it sticks.
” Oh god, I’m going to cum again. I had no idea it was possible to feel this fucking good.
I’m vaguely aware that I'm begging incoherently for his release.
The very thought of his knot grinding against the sensitive spot inside me, drawing more and more cum from me, has me drooling against the sheets.
“So. Fucking. Good. For. Me” He punctuates every word with a vicious smack of his hips, one large hand holding the back of my neck, pressing me harder to mattress as he fucks into me, once, twice more before he throws back his head and roars, his knot fully expanding, stretching me further than should be possible.
Grinding right against my prostate, I can feel a stream of hot cum filling my channel, seeping into my womb.
Fuck, it’s euphoric. I hope it sticks, that my big sexy alpha knocks me up on the first try.
Sweat drips out of every pour as the aching need I felt before settles.
As reality starts to come back into the equation, I feel Henry’s tongue lapping at the bite mark on my neck.
It accompanies a slight bite of pain, but the knowledge that we are now bonded overrides the lingering sting.
Although I haven’t returned the favour, so maybe we aren't fully bonded. Since I’m not sure how long my heat will allow us to rest before the next wave. I nudge my mate to his side, relishing in the way his knot tugs at my hole, making me groan.
I swallow thickly, still panting for breath as Henry pulls me back against his chest, wrapping both strong arms around me. “I want to mark you alpha, complete our bond.” I whisper, scared that my full voice would break what feels like a fragile moment.
Raising up on his elbow, careful not to jostle me, Henry looks down at me over my shoulder, a look of adoration and wonder on his face.
“I would be honored, omega mine.” He grins, stretching his neck in invitation.
The sun, lower in the sky now that it must be late afternoon streams through the window, highlighting his handsome features. He looks almost ethereal.
Feeling a twinge in my lower belly, I realise we don’t have much time. A romantic speech would be well received, I can tell, but in what is quickly becoming a trend for us, I surge up, locking my jaw over his scent gland.
My canines are nowhere near as large as my bear’s, but they do the trick.
The coppery taste of Henry's blood fills my mouth and I move quickly to swipe my tongue over the small lacerations.
My mark looks kind of cute on his thick neck, I might need to give him multiple bite marks, make a necklace out of them or something.
Henry's deep guttural groan as I lap at his skin sends another shockwave to my core. He must be able to scent my heat or something because his eyes flash the amber of his bear’s before he pounces on me, hips grinding his knot against my prostate to pull another orgasm out of me.
Can an omega die from cumming too many times? Asking for a friend.
Turns out the answer is, yes. An omega can in fact die from an overabundance of orgasms. It is his mate's job to revive him each and every time.
That's the only explanation I have for how the last two days have gone. There isn’t an inch of this cabin that we haven't defiled.
When my muscles became too tired and sore, Henry ran a bath for us and fucked me slowly in the hot water.
When our energy levels started to dip and hunger could no longer be ignored, Henry made eggs and bacon with me still knotted to him.
I ache all over, my very hair aches, but in the most pleasant way.
I think my heat ended at some point last night.
While my slick was still plentiful, the intense burning need that would spike every few hours never returned.
Allowing us to finally rest, knowing I wouldn't need to wake my alpha up riding his cock raw.
With no clue what day it is, let alone what time, I slowly try to extract myself from the warmth of my mate’s arms. There is no clock on his bedside table and fuck knows where our phones are, or if they have any battery life left.
I attempt to judge the time by the amount of light coming in through the bedroom windows.
Morning maybe? Early afternoon? Fuck knows. Hopefully, Riley explained to my bosses that I found my mate. I really don’t want them to think I just missed shifts without calling.
Risking a glance at my mate, I didn’t want to disturb him.
He definitely needs this rest. With the haze from my heat gone I can appreciate how relaxed he looks, thick dark eyelashes resting on clear skin that shows minimal signs of his age.
Soft snores escape his parted lips, he has one hand tucked under his pillow, the other laying protectively over my belly.
I want to just lay here and watch him sleep like a creepo, but the longer I take him in, the more memories of the last few days make an appearance.
Henry looks so peaceful in sleep, but when his cock was buried to the hilt inside me, he looked like a feral beast. I’m not sure which version of him I prefer. Lucky for me I never have to choose.
Unfortunately, the need to use the bathroom is becoming increasingly more urgent, putting a stop to my admiration.
Maneuvering gently, I extract myself from his arms. I wait to make sure I haven’t woken him.
Henry murmurs something, smacking his lips together before turning over to his other side.
I’m left with the magnificent sight of his muscular back and broad shoulders.
My eyes lock on the mark I put on him and instinctively reach for the one on my neck. Sparks spread through my body when I skim my fingertips over the sensitive spot. The tender ridges now scabbing over will eventually turn into a scar that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
It’s crazy how one night, one meeting of hearts, can change an omega’s life.
The magic we created when joining our souls is present in the air around us.
So thick it almost feels like I could reach out and touch it.
I wonder briefly if the magic produced by fated mates bonding is part of the magic that keeps Valleywood and the supernatural beings within it protected.
That's a nice thought. Love being stronger than the Gods themselves.
Who knows? Maybe that magic created something else, too.
I flop on my back and palm my belly ignoring the pressure of my bladder for a few more moments in bed. Is it possible? He did pump load after load inside me and kept me plugged with his knot for hours at a time.
The thought of pregnancy so soon in our relationship should make me nervous, but weirdly, it’s the complete opposite.
My body is practically vibrating with excitement.
Our baby could be growing in my womb right this second.
Hell, it could be more than one baby if I’m carrying squirrel kits.
The only annoying part of this whole situation is the week-long wait to find out if I actually am pregnant and which kind of baby we will have.
A loud knock on the front door startles me, reminding me I really need to pee.
“Henry, someone’s at the door,” I whisper, laying a hand softly on his shoulder.
His response is to let out another snore, louder this time.
I chuckle, guess I better get some clothes on.
Leaning toward him, I press a light kiss to the top of his back.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.
I wore out my alpha.” Dropping one more kiss to his heated skin, I slide out of bed.
My toes sink into the lush cream carpet as I look around Henry’s bedroom to find something to throw over my body. I’m sure my clothes are around here somewhere, but the urge to wear something belonging to my alpha is too hard to deny.
Giddy, I skip across the room to the en suite bathroom, knowing it has a laundry hamper tucked into the corner. Quickly taking care of the pressing business in my bladder first, still painfully aware of the relentless knocking at the front door. I really hope there isn’t some kind of emergency.
A pang of fear has me reaching into the hamper and pulling out the first shirt I find.
Bringing it to my nose, I inhale deeply, more to check it doesn’t actually smell bad, just that it’s saturated with Henry's scent. Syril makes a happy little trill in my head, wiggling his tail triumphantly. He’s not going to want to wear anything else now.
Another thump to the door, more urgent now, followed by a male voice yelling for Henry has me hurrying down the stairs.
Belatedly realising I probably should have found pants to put on.
My thighs quickly become slick with the copious amounts of cum dripping from my hole.
Gross. Now whoever is at the door is going to scent it on me, actually that might not be a bad thing.
If it's another alpha, and going by the deep booming voice I assume it is, he will know who I belong to.