28. Yours
Yours
Evangeline
My nest.
My Alpha.
I snuggle further into his body. His skin is ice cold and mine is on fire.
Everything aches.
I groan. Pulling at my dress.
I need it off.
“—heat?”
I pant. My skin itches, and my stomach clenches. I need it off. I yank my dress over my head and throw myself into my mate’s arms.
Not mate.
A frustrated growl slips out of me.
Yes, mate.
Hands smooth over my skin. The itching lessens. Moving in concentric circles, over my shoulders, down my arms, around my stomach. My fingers tingle. My neck hurts.
My pussy hurts.
I’m empty.
Alone.
Hot tears prick at my eyes, and I swipe them away. It’s too hot.
“Angel?”
The deep gravel voice vibrates through my core. I moan, shuffling closer until my skin touches his. His clothes are in the way.
I need to change that.
I need him.
I tear at his shirt. My nails scrape at the fabric, buttons ping, and the material rips. The palms of my hands reach skin and I lunge myself at it. Wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his chest. His heart thumps rapidly, matching the violent palpitations of my own.
But it’s not enough.
“Angel.”
In the corner of my mind, I recognise the panicked register of the voice, and my consciousness pulls at me to listen.
I don’t.
I slide my hands down his chest. Muscles rippling under my fingers. His trousers are in the way. I pull.
“Angel,” he growls.
A large hand wraps around my wrists, pinning them above my head. He lies his body over mine. The pressure shoots pleasure down my spine, and I whimper, moving against him, trying to fill that desperate place inside me.
He wraps his fingers around my face, fingers digging into my cheeks and holding me still.
A grey blue fills my vision.
“Angel. Listen to me. Come on. Come back to me.” He commands.
I ache to please him.
The words settle in my brain, and my head is swarming with memories. The feeling of his cock moving inside me. His knot pressing against my stomach. Hot, sticky cum coating my thighs.
I need it.
But the memories continue.
A commanding voice. Possessive but gentle.
Loving and kind.
His laugh. Playfully indulging me.
Cassius.
Fabric cushions me. The air smells sweet with spice and smoke. A cool breeze works through the window. Colours surround me. The smell of the woods pierce my consciousness.
My nest.
Running through woods.
The party.
It all comes back to me. Pulling me into reality.
“That’s it.”
My hands are pinned above my head and Alpha Cassius is half naked on top of me, coaxing me back.
“I’m in heat, aren’t I?” I gasp.
My mouth is parched, and my limbs hurt.
“You are. You’re safe. I’m with you.”
He releases me, but I follow his movements, climbing back into his lap.
“Don’t leave.” My voice cracks.
I don’t want to do this alone. Before him it was awful, but I made it through. I won’t without him. I can’t. I know he exists now.
“I’m not going anywhere. But I had to ask.”
I rub my cheeks against his neck, rubbing his smoky scent over me.
“I’m your Omega.”
“Yes. You are.” He growls.
My stomach cramps and I let out a yelp of pain.
Dizziness inches back in, and I know the heat is taking over. I slide up his body and press my lips to his. I need to tell him that I love him. The pain flares and my vision blurs. If I remember anything about this, I want it to be how I love him.
I taste his smoke. His canines scrape my lip, the sharp tips stinging my abused flesh. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, claiming me thoroughly. Hands twist in my hair and my fingers scratch down his back. I hope it leaves a mark.
My body fills with pain.
“I know. I know. I’ll make it all better.” He whispers into my ear.
He moves me. Undressing me like a doll that belongs only to him. He kisses every inch of skin he uncovers. Licking and sucking at my nipples. It’s not enough.
The pain grows.
“Please,” I beg.
My world becomes him and only him. I can’t see anything but the vast expanse of his chest. I can’t smell anything but smoke. I can’t hear anything other than the words of praise he feeds me.
Fingers slide inside me, eased by the wetness dripping out of me. Pleasure sparks behind my eyes. My stomach clenches and my pussy flutters.
“Not enough.” I groan.
He flips me over, palms cupping my arse, and thrusts in.
All the pain that had been building changes. Pleasure, hot, needy, and never ending takes over. His cock hits inside me, and my whole body feels it.
I’m full of him.
He picks up speed and force. Pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, his heavy balls slap against me. He groans and moans, each sound pulling pleasure from me.
An orgasm shatters me, but my body demands more.
“It’s okay, Angel. I’ll give you what you need.”
His knot catches at my entrance and he pushes in. I stretch around it. My core tightens, and I collapse, my shaking legs unable to hold me up any longer. He follows me. I bury my face in the blankets and explode.
Warmth spreads inside me, and finally my body relaxes.
* * *
“Drink this.”
My mouth opens before I comprehend the words. Cold liquid hits the back of my throat, and I swallow it down. It soothes the rawness there, dousing it in ice cold water. Heat radiates from me. Sweat trickles between my breasts.
“Open.”
He presses something sweet to my tongue.
“Chew.”
I bite down, and juices pop. Sweet, tangy citrus coats my mouth.
“Swallow, Angel.”
I manage a few more bites, and the gnawing in my stomach lessens. He runs a wet cloth over my arms and legs. I can breathe again. My eyes drift shut to the sound of my mate’s voice.
* * *
I throw my leg over him. Lining up his cock with my pussy, I rock back and forth. It hardens under my touch, twitching and growing with every sway of my hips. The head bumps my clit, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
I brace myself on his chest, lifting up and sinking back down. His cock slides in easily and my slick coats us both.
I moan, hoping he will wake soon and take care of me like a good mate should. My fingers dig into his ribs, my nails leaving crescent marks on his skin.
I sink down further.
He feels bigger.
I tip my head back, moving my hair out of my face and letting it cascade down my back. I twirl my hips, keeping myself fully seated on his cock, unwilling to lose any of the fullness that would come with moving up and down.
Cold hands rest on my hips, one moving slowly up my side, tickling the underside of my abused, oversensitive breast.
I lock eyes with him. Expecting him to take over. To grab me, throw me down and give me what I want, what I need. But he smirks.
“Take what you want, Angel. If you need it so badly that you couldn’t wait, you clearly don’t need my help.”
I growl back in response.
I move quicker, rocking, swirling and swaying my hips. Never lifting. His hand drifts to where we’re connected. Soaking his fingers with our combined pleasure. They play over my clit. I gasp, my hips stuttering.
His hands disappear, and he places them behind his head.
“Sorry. I got a little carried away. I forgot you don’t need my help.”
If he wants to play. I can play.
I bite my lip and dart my tongue out, running it over the abused flesh. His eyes flicker to it, the muscles in his arms flexing. He’s clenching his fists.
I let the sounds fly out of me. Moaning, groaning, and whining, never letting a second pass without my voice filling the air.
His stomach tenses, and he flexes inside me. His knot starts to expand and I bear down on it. My thighs quake and my voice grows hoarse.
I collapse onto his chest. Peering up at him, my chest heaves against his stomach, and the thumping of my heart beats through my sternum.
“Alpha.”
“Fuck,” he groans.
He jolts up, grabbing me under my arms and raises me above him.
But he’s not done. With one arm wrapped around my waist, he lifts, moving me up and down on his cock as he thrusts.
We groan in tandem. I cling to him. Letting him use me and using him in return.
His knot pushes inside me and I explode.
I tighten my grasp, shaking in his hold.
He shudders under me, licking and sucking on my scent gland, extending the pleasure for us both.
* * *
I crawl into his lap.
My face pressed against his thigh.
“Eat. You can sleep after.”
His words are nice, but the command behind them forces my mouth open. Everything tastes of sawdust. I dart out my tongue and lick his skin. He tastes good.
I need more.
“No. Eat.”
He moves my head, hand locked in my hair, and directs me towards the wrapper in his hand. He presses it to my lips and I bite down. Sand coats my tongue, and though I know it’s not, I can’t help but gag.
“You need to eat more.”
He all but pleads with me.
I nuzzle into him, rubbing my nose along the soft skin of his inner thigh. My tongue slides across his skin, and his cock twitches in response. I shift closer.
“Angel,” he warns, but doesn’t stop me from moving, despite his hand firmly in my hair.
I lick at the length, watching it grow under my attention. I wrap my hands around it and suck the head into my mouth. He tastes good. I groan and the vibrations move through us. He moans and pets my scalp.
I push deeper, loving the weight of him on my tongue.
I move back and forth. Alternating between sucking, licking and working my hands on his length. I twirl my tongue around the head, desperate to feel the telltale pulsing that means he will cum soon. My fingers flex around his knot and I open my mouth wide, feeding him to the back of my throat.
His fingers tighten in my hair, his cock throbs and cum shoots into my throat. I swallow it down greedily and pull off him with a satisfied pop.
Drool connects my lips to his cock, and he wipes it away with a lazy smile. I crawl up his chest, my legs and arms shaking with exhaustion.
“Sleep.”
* * *
The pressure behind my eyes decreases, and although my skin burns hot, a cold breeze dances over me and doesn’t sting with pain.
I place gentle kisses up his chest until I reach his face.
“Is it over?”
I shake my head.
“Not yet. Soon.”
I can feel it. Less than a day, if I were to guess.
He wraps me in his arms, pulling me into his body. I stare into his eyes. I have never been this happy before.
“I love you.”
I freeze. My brain has been mush for days. Surely he did not just tell me he loves me. This is my broken brain playing tricks on me again.
“Really?”
It’s the only thing I can force out of my mouth.
He rests a hand on my cheek, the other wraps around my waist, holding me close.
“Yes,” he laughs. “And not just for letting me tend to your heat, but because of who you are. You are amazing. Your memory is incredible, and you don’t even realise it, but you can tell me everything that happened each season of ‘Nested’.
It’s been on for years! You have more compassion and empathy that anyone I know.
You love purple flowers but chose anything but because you feel sorry for the other colours.
And you would adopt every animal you see if I let you.
You have instincts that I’ve never seen in anyone else. I love you.”
He sees me.
I have to tell him.
“I love you too. I was going to tell you after the party, but then—”
“—mission accomplished, then.”
I sigh and nuzzle into the palm of his hand. Everything is perfect.
“I have a request.”
“Oh?”
“Next time you need to run, run to me.”
He cups my hand in his and presses it to his heart.
“I think I’ve been running toward you my entire life.”
I rest my head on his shoulder and my stomach cramps. The moment is over and my heat demands more.
I look at him, one last moment of consciousness before my heat finishes. Tightness in my chest alerts me to my sadness that this is ending.
I push up. Face to face. My heart hurts and heat licks at my mind, pushing me further under, but I need to ask, I need to at least say it.
“Mate me. Please. Bite me, claim me before my heat finishes. I want to be yours.”