Chapter 41 Kady
FORTY-ONE
Kady
The humidity hits us as soon as Ezra pushes open the glass doors.
The air feels sticky, like we’ve entered a rain forest, causing my shirt to cling to my skin.
Thick leaves press up against the glass, obscuring most of the view to the outside.
The greenhouse’s earthy smell reminds me of Ezra, but there are hints of other things too—damp moss, fragrant rosemary, and wet blooms. We’re surrounded by growing plants, many I don’t even recognize, with bizarre flowers and strange-shaped petals in dazzling colors.
Some plants are in pots, while others come straight out of the ground or are neatly lined in beds. A work bench on one side is covered with various objects and seeds. It’s chaotic, but there seems to be some order to it, like I’ve entered some mad plant scientist’s lair.
He carefully places me down on the only clear space on the workbench
“It’s incredible,” I comment, attempting to ignore the rising need that’s growing within me again.
Maybe Ezra was right. It probably wasn’t a good idea to be so far from the nest. I try to pay attention to what Ezra’s saying while digging my fingers into my knees to center myself. From the look of joy on his face, it’s obvious that this place is special and holds great meaning to him.
“I’ve put a lot of work in here.” He animatedly points out various plants.
The urges caused by my heat swirling with the smells of Ezra and the greenhouse form a heady combination, resulting in me swaying on the spot, a weak whine escaping my lips before I can stop it.
“Kady!” Ezra rushes to my side, peering at my face. His expression turns to horror. “Shit. I never should’ve brought you out here.”
“N-n-no.” I struggle to catch my breath. “I asked you to. I—”
“We need to get you back to your nest. Now.”
But it’s too late for that. I’ve scented him, and now I won’t be satiated until I have him. I tug at his clothes, instincts taking over, my body acting of its own accord. I eagerly rub his enticing bulge through his pants, blinded by sheer want.
“Knot, alpha.” I hook my knee around his waist. “I need you. Now.”
“You should be somewhere more comfortable.” His eyes widen with utter panic. “You need pillows and blankets, not a mound of compost.”
I slide off the bench, my bare feet touching the warm earth beneath me. To my surprise, I like the feel of it. Usually, I wouldn’t be caught dead without a perfect French manicure or a freshly pressed outfit, but the feeling of the soil between my toes is almost calming.
“What I need is you.” I snake my hands underneath his T-shirt, eager to feel the muscles in his back. “Right now, alpha.”
I expect him to object again, to halt my hands, but he doesn’t, his lips meeting mine with a frenzied urgency. His mouth is firm as it presses against mine, demanding, as if a flood of everything he’s been holding back is coming out at once.
“Fuck, omega,” he groans, bumping against my hips. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this all weekend.”
“More, alpha.” I battle to slide my hand down his pants, but there’s not a lot of room. I huff in annoyance when all I can feel is the silky head of his dick. “More!”
The embers that were previously fluttering in my core have ignited instantly spreading through me like a wild forest fire, burning through my veins at an uncontrollable rate. I claw at Ezra’s back, yowling.
Ezra steers me over to a patch of ground covered in dainty purple flowers. “Lie down, omega.”
The flowers are surprisingly soft. While it’s not a mattress, it’s certainly up for the task. Next to us, a pretty jasmine plant catches my attention, letting off a subtle scent that smells just like me.
“I’ve got you, baby girl.” Ezra hurls his T-shirt off, landing on a branch of a nearby fig tree. I get a perfect view of the detailed tattoo over his chest: an inked black and gray tree of life with branches that wrap over his shoulders. “This is everything I’ve ever fantasized about.”
He undoes the buttons on the shirt I’m wearing, letting it fall open, then tugs it up.
“The smell of your slick mixed with these flowers.” He lets out a primal groan as he surveys my bare pussy, licking his lips. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever smelled.”
I wriggle my hips, hooking one leg around his torso to draw him closer, but he pulls back.
“Alpha!” Rising panic slips into my voice as my arms fly up to grab him. “Don’t leave!”
“I’m not going anywhere.” His tone is reassuring, but I doubt my heart will return to a normal rate until I’m sure he isn’t going anywhere. My fingers twitch, wanting to help as I watch him remove his pants, underwear, and shoes.
He spreads my legs wide before lying on top of me, the weight of his body like a soothing blanket.
“You’re so fucking perfect, omega.” He feathers his finger down the side of my face.
“Give me what I need, alpha.”
I wrap both my legs around his torso, causing his cock to rub teasingly over my wet slit.
“Your pussy is all I’ve been thinking about since we first fucked.” His cock circles my entrance. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to be inside you again. How bad I’ve wanted to rut and lock into you until you scream my name.”
“Please, alpha.” Lust overtakes my entire body, every sweep of his cock scorching my skin and making me tremble. I don’t need any foreplay. I’m already dripping. “I need you to fill me.”
He thrusts inside me in one harsh push, pressing my back into the soft petals and damp earth below, then breathes, “Holy shit.”
As soon as he enters me, my eyes cross. All the colors of the greenhouse plants blur as he bucks into me, his hips moving in relentless, purposeful strokes.
I coil my arms around his neck, his thick locs tickling my hands as I breathe in his scent. Our bodies slap together, our breathing rising and falling at the same rate.
“Does your pussy like being full of my cock?” Ezra ploughs into me, driving me into the dirt.
I cling on tight, afraid that he’s going to slip away at any second. “Yes. God, yes.”
Wet kisses cover my neck, his husky groans sending shivers humming through me, causing my thighs to tighten around him, yearning for even more closeness.
His motions intensify, like he wants to make sure I’m feeling every inch of him with each thrust. And I am.
I feel every delicious inch of his thick cock.
His hips slam into my pelvis vigorously, with an urgency, like we’ve been told the world is ending, and we’ve only got seconds left.
The way he plunges repeatedly rubs on my G-spot, and my toes curl, drawing a low, preening noise from me.
Ezra rubs his cheeks against mine to slather me in his scent. “Do you think your tight pussy can take my knot, baby girl?”
“Uh-huh.” With so much pleasure building inside of me, it’s a struggle to respond.
He fucks me harder, like he’s trying to nail me in the ground, grunting from the force he’s exerting. He’s more aggressive than my other alphas have been, but this is exactly what I need to quell the inferno raging inside me.
“My omega.” He seems to be speaking more to himself than to me, the low, feral sound vibrating through me with a claiming quality. I never thought I’d like an alpha to call me “theirs”, but damn, hearing it from him feels so good. “You’re all fucking mine.”
The commitment-phobe alpha acting possessive has me teetering on the edge, pining for release.
“You’re going to come when I paint your insides, omega,” he rasps. “Can you do that?”
“I…” I quake. “I…”
Holding back an orgasm will be impossible, but Ezra doesn’t keep me waiting.
With a final thrust, his cum bursts inside me, and he knots in place, making my pussy spasm, soaking him in slick.
I cling to him, shuddering against his body as pleasure consumes the two of us in a volcanic eruption of bliss.
It’s a blinding sensation, reverberating through all of my limbs as he fills me so completely that I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
Panting from the exertion, Ezra falls on top of me, flicking his hair out of his eyes. I twist a long, dark strand around my finger.
When he looks at me, our bodies bound together, I see a different side to him. Instead of his usual confidence, there’s a new vulnerability hidden behind his sparkling brown eyes.
“You know, this is the first time I’ve locked an omega in years.”
“What?” He spoke so quietly, I’m not sure I heard him correctly. When he nods in confirmation, I gasp in shock. If I weren’t lying down, I’d fall over. “Why? I thought you were the pack lothario!”
“I didn’t say I’m inexperienced in giving pleasure.” He rolls his eyes. “But locking requires…” He wriggles his hips. “This.”
“I guess there’s no escape when you’re stuck together, huh?” I joke, tracing the intricate mandala tattoo on his wrist.
“I don’t want an escape.” His expression becomes serious. “Not now.”
I curl my arms around him. Whatever resistance he was previously holding has finally fallen away.
I didn’t realize how much Ezra’s rejection had hurt me, but now, with him in my arms, I feel certain that if he can surrender to his real feelings, maybe I can be brave enough to do the same and fully embrace them too.