Chapter 25 #2
His hands fall to his waistband but he hesitates. “Are you sure about this?”
Am I sure? I’ve never been more sure about anything in all my life. I’ve been floating in the dark for so long, ever since Dad died, trying to find myself, and in this moment I’m alive. I’m vibrant and bursting with color.
Everything has brought me here.
“Fuck me.” The words flare into a kaleidoscope in my head. I fight the restraints, desperate for him. “Please.”
Because the rainstorm washed off my blockers, the cellar is filled with our scents—flowers and pencil shavings, spring meadows and fresh canvas—and I realize Reece wasn’t totally right about me being a work of art.
We are creating the masterpiece. Together, in this moment.
And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.
The whiz of his zipper lowering seems as loud as a gunshot in the stillness. My gaze is fixed on his crotch and how his erection is peaking his boxers as he pushes his trousers down and steps out of them.
When the boxers go next, his dick shoots up, long and slightly curved with a pink mushroom head that almost touches his bellybutton.
Holy crap… I’ve never seen a man’s cock in real life, just in the clips of porn that Iris, Violet, and I had stumbled upon years ago while being overly curious.
Reece might not rival those Alphas in girth, but…
I’m staring, I know I am, but I can’t help it. My mouth waters. If I could move without falling, I would be on my knees with his cock in my mouth. But all I can do is lick my lips and wait to see what Reece is planning to do to me next.
Both of us now completely naked, he kneels on the cot, coming down to kiss me and settle himself between my thighs. He slides a hand under my ass, and instead of giving me that thing I’ll die without, he slips down my body so that his tongue and lips capture my clit again.
It’s pure fire. “Reece!” I cry out. “I want you to fuck me, not—”
“One more taste,” he murmurs against me, and every word sends delicious vibrations across my core. “I need you to come again before I claim you. Please, Mari.”
I shudder at the word claim. Of all the words he could have used, it had to be that one?
My mind instantly leaps to things I’ve spent years thinking about: a mark at the throat, a shared home, waking beside each other every morning, drinking tea on a porch together. This time, it’s me and Reece being recognized as mates in every way that matters. A Delta and an Omega as a pack.
But reality follows close behind.
Sabine isn’t changing fast enough. The Monarch might tolerate many things, but I have no idea whether she’d ever approve of something like that, especially for her Luxe.
And even if she did, there would still be my family, society, the endless obstacles standing between what we want and what we’re allowed to have.
As the device continues to buzz against my skull, I force myself to push the pestering thoughts away before they can take solid root.
Worry can wait. Right now, I want to focus on the velvet of Reece’s tongue stroking me around the knot, that building tingling sensation that promises a huge release, and my helplessness to stop it. Not that I want to.
When Reece pushes two fingers inside me again, they feel thicker somehow, more invasive, and I gasp.
But he’s quick to work me, rubbing that spot deep inside that sends me almost out of my mind.
That coupled with the stiff pressure of the knot on my clit and his lapping tongue has pleasure slamming into me like a storm.
This time, I clamp my lips shut to stop the scream as I come. The explosion hits in waves, and I’m utterly consumed by all the sensations flowing through me. Through it all, I’m vaguely aware that he’s moved above me and something big and hard is now pushing at my entrance.
It’s not his fingers.
“Yes…please, Reece. I need this…”
I hate how I’m begging, but I can’t help it.
“Me too,” he whispers so softly I might have imagined it.
And then he captures my face in his hands and kisses me. It’s the kind of kiss that’s full of promises unsaid, deceptively sweet with a rich, evocative heat like complex spice and vanilla.
“Brace yourself… This might hurt,” he says.
He pushes into me. Slowly. And even though he is not an Alpha, my body stretches to let him in, the slick and wetness from my orgasm letting him slide in easily.
I don’t know what I expected with him being a Delta.
Omegas are told we’re meant for only Alphas, so I thought sex with any other denomination might be excruciating or at least uncomfortable, but this…
this is pure bliss. My pussy sucks him in greedily as he pushes all the way to the hilt, and for a moment Reece holds himself there, just reveling in what’s happening between us finally.
He draws in a sharp breath, his own pleasure clear on his face.
“Well, it looks like you’re not a virgin anymore, Reece,” I tease him.
“You too.” He smiles. “Does this feel okay? Am I hurting you at all?”
I chuckle. “Not at all.”
Then he pulls off his glasses and lightly tosses them on the floor. When he peers down at me again, his gaze darkens, confidence shining through. “Good, because I’m not sure I can hold back anymore.”
My heart skips.
“If you want me to fuck you, Mari, then I’m going to fuck you. I just don’t know how gentle I can be.”
“Give it all to me, Reece. I want it all,” I say.
His muscles shake as he starts to move. Slowly at first, but then faster, faster, deeper, deeper, until his hips slam against mine and the cot slides across the cement floor a little.
Every thrust punches something inside me; there’s a sudden burst of pain followed by inexplicable pleasure.
Back arching, my eyes roll back in my head and fireworks of light explode behind my eyelids.
The ropes biting into my flesh only heighten every sensation. It feels so good, so right. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Fuck, Mari.” His breath is ragged at my ear, and knowing he’s enjoying it as much as I am turns me on, makes my brain fuzzy.
His balls slap against me, his tempo getting more frantic, and I know by the way he’s panting that this is going to end faster than both of us want it to.
“I can’t knot in you,” he says. “I can’t—”
“I don’t care, Reece,” I say fiercely. “I love you.”
When the words leave me, I feel lighter. Reece only pauses for a second, his eyes sparkling with emotion. “I love you too.”
When I push up to meet him, my hips reaching for the sky, the pleasure shifts to something different and new. “Make me come again. I want to finish with you.”
He answers with a hungry kiss and a fist in my hair. That tug at my scalp makes a streak of pleasure light a path down to my clit, and now with his body pressed firmly against mine, his thrusts hit even deeper.
He growls, a guttural, wordless claim, fierce and darkly full of flame.
I’m awash with cleansing pleasure, a piercing high note that makes up for no knot.
Inside me, the contractions crash, making pleasure zing through my blood.
The orgasm seems to come from my very soul, and my vision tunnels to only Reece.
“Fuck, I can’t…Ah!” One more thrust and he sinks balls-deep into me, holding there as his cock jerks and releases inside me. It almost sets me off again.
I’m replete, boneless, struggling to breathe again at a normal pace. Reece’s chest is glistening with sweat, his head hanging low, but a smile stays firmly on his lips.
“Did you mean it?” he asks when he’s able.
“Mean what?”
“That you love me?”
I nod. “Of course I meant it. And you?”
“I always have,” he says and dips his mouth to mine for another kiss.
I’m sticky, probably look a mess, but I kiss him back, nibbling along his lips, licking deep into the dark and hot depths of his mouth.
Because somewhere between the pain and pleasure and everything else that happened today, something has changed.
It may have changed long ago and I’m only seeing it now, I’m not sure, but Reece loves me.
And it’s not because of the heat. All this time, he’s been doing things to make my life easier, make me happier. Like the music box or the heat invention. All these little things I’ve overlooked.
And I love him, too.
My chest aches. The heat has only made everything bigger and, in a way, more clear. Every feeling, every fear, every hope.
I should probably be terrified of what comes next. Instead, I find myself smiling and feeling more sure of myself than I have in a long time.
The device buzzes softly against my skin.
Another wave of cramping rolls through me—one that should have been painful but instead feels strangely hollow.
Like scent blockers: When someone wears them there’s always a faint sense that something is missing.
You know a scent should be there, lingering in the air, but all that’s left is an empty space where it ought to be.
This feels the same. My body recognizes the signal. Somewhere deep inside, it knows pain should be tearing through me. I can almost sense its outline, the ghost of it hovering at the edges of my awareness. But the agony is replaced by a distant twinge and spreading warmth.
Because of him.
I release a slow breath, and as I look at Reece, flushed and completely out of his depth, one thought settles firmly in my mind.
Whatever happens next, I don’t want to face it alone. And now I won’t have to.