Chapter 16
Alek
Sitting on the mats as I watch my omega while she bends and twists like a pretzel, I can’t help but be mesmerized at her flexibility. Half the moves she’s pulling would land me in the ER if I even tried it, and it makes me all the more impressed with how well trained she is.
I’m absolutely transfixed as the little sprite of a woman tumbles like a pro, bends backwards effortlessly into a bridge before kicking herself back into standing, only to launch into a complex string of twists and more tumbles that make me dizzy.
Since her class with the kiddos was cancelled this morning, I offered our gym for her to use, sensing that she could use an hour or two to let loose, unwind a little, and shake out some of the energy that had her a little jittery this morning when we were eating breakfast. Since I know more than the others about having to deal with too much energy on a daily basis, I could see she needed an outlet, and there’s nothing better than releasing that energy by working it out of your system through sweat.
I don’t even know how long I’ve been sitting at the edge of the mats, eyes glued to the bendy woman as she launches herself in the air over and over again, kicking her legs into the splits while she’s in the air, and landing into a roll that bleeds into another fancy move that would absolutely break my back.
The exercise seems to do the trick for her, though, because she’s coated in sweat by the time she’s done, her sage-green booty shorts that hug the rounded curve of her ass to perfection and the matching sports bra both stained with sweat marks. She’s a fucking vision, and I’m thanking my lucky stars all over again that this woman is ours.
Standing in the middle of the mats, hands on her dainty waist as she pants for air, Zira tilts her head up to the high-vaulted ceiling, the sweat slicked head of flames coming slightly loose from her hair tie and giving her a sexy, wild look that I try not to let affect me. I can’t hide a hard on in the shorts I’m donning, and I’ll be damned if I make things weird. Not that I think she’ll think it’s weird, but it’s definitely not the time for it right now. Unless she says so, of course. Then I’m falling to my knees and worshipping the woman like the gods made her and put her in our lives for that reason alone.
Cutting off whatever Silver is babbling about on the phone, even though I’m glad to finally hear from her now that she’s home from her vacation and has spent much needed time recovering after her first heat with her pack, I say, “Kiddo, as much as I love talking to you, I gotta go.”
“Oh, what? Why? I haven’t finished telling you about how the guys proposed,” she whines, and I laugh at her, already aware of every detail, because the idiot shared it online before calling me. Luckily, I already knew they planned to propose, because they all came to ask me for my blessing before they dared asking her to be theirs legally.
Keeping my voice low, I offer, “How about you come over in a few weeks for dinner? When Zira is fully settled? You can tell me all about it again,”
Silver sighs, though it’s not a sad sound. “I still can’t believe it took you so long to meet her. Isn’t she great? The fucking sweetest, man.”
I grin as I eye the woman of my dreams. “Damn straight. I’m sorry we’re gonna have to postpone Sunday family dinner.”
“Ah, don’t even worry about it. I’m going to bug the shit out of Meemaw until you’re ready to let me be around your woman. Which, by the way, is stupid. I know I’ve said it already, but I have met the woman. She’s the librarian at my school. What do you think will happen?” Silver grumbles, and I snicker at her dramatic ass.
“That was Polite Silver, back when you didn’t know Zira was going to belong to me and my pack. Family Silver is a whole other tornado,” I tease, grinning when she snorts and hums in agreement. “I’ll unleash you on her as soon as I’ve made sure Zira knows she’s not going anywhere.”
“Alright, bro. Go woo your woman and I’ll continue to be polite and shit at school,” she snickers. “Give me a call or something when you’re ready to unchain my muzzle. Love you.”
“Love you,” I laugh, ending the call and discarding my cell, sliding it across the floor as I continue to watch my little lady.
“I’ve never had such a captivated audience before,” She breathlessly jabs, flashing me a cheeky grin when she lowers her head and finds me in the exact same position I arrived in. That was, I think, maybe an hour ago?
Beaming at her, I shrug and admit, “I’ve never been into gymnastics until you, but the way you just rocked the mats like a pro just sent me out of the stratosphere and back again.”
Zira laughs through her panting, her already pink cheeks darkening with a blush, a spike in her scent that tells me she likes the compliment mingling with the rest of the smells around us. “Well, I’d take a bow, but I think I might collapse if I try it. I went a little harder today, just to shake out the jitters.”
“Energy overload?” I ask without judgement, because I know. I’ve been there.
“Energy overload,” she confirms, huffing another laugh before dropping her hands from her waist and lifting them over her head, stretching that beautiful body with a pained groan. “Definitely going to regret it later, but at least I’m not shaking like an angry vibrator anymore, right?”
I fucking choke on my inhale, laughing once I’m done coughing, and I catch her sly little smirk before she suddenly bends at the waist, dropping her fingers to her toes and showing off the perfect globes of her ass in shorts that should come with a warning label.
“Holy shit,” I rasp, eyeing her like an animal who’s being teased with a delicious slab of meat I’d be more than happy to devour. Fucking me, I’ve been wanting to devour this woman long before I learned her name, when she was just a scent that clung to Barnes every day. Little did I know back then that the omega whose scent is literally my favorite dessert, would become my omega. “What an ass.”
“What was that?” she asks, peering at me from between her legs, and I fight every urge not to react like a fucking Viking and take her right there and then.
Eyes widening a fraction, I panic, blurting the first thing I can think of instead of repeating myself, “Need help stretching?”
Oh, fuck, why did I say that? I’m already sporting a boner just from watching her fold herself in damned half. Now I’m going to have to get up close and personal. It’s like a sexy form of torture that I willingly signed up for like the idiot I am around her.
Zira stands and turns to face me, propping her dainty hands on her slim hips and raises an eyebrow at me as she makes a pointed effort to glance at my shorts. “Think you can cope without that hammer breaking through your shorts?”
Frowning, I peer down at my lap, groaning with a roll of my eyes when I realize by raging hard on is very noticeable. So much for sitting down thinking that would disguise my body’s reaction to my omega. Ever since I stole those kisses at North Five, when she called me baby over the phone and it set a fire in my veins I haven’t been able to extinguish, I’ve been in a semi- permanant state of rock hard when it comes to Zira Favero. It’s really no surprise that I’m sporting wood right now, with her dressed in very little and showcasing all the ways I could bend her while I’m balls deep in her tight body and making her mine.
Deciding to own it, because she’s my woman after all, I shrug and stand. “Can’t help it when you’re around, little lady. Just the scent and sight of you does shit to my body.”
Like that was all she needed to hear, Zira flashes me a vibrant grin with her rosy cheeks darkening the freckles scattered over her pale skin, and she licks her lower lip before she saucily quips, “It was the downward dog that got you going, wasn’t it?”
I run my tongue over my teeth to try and tame the smile that wants to break free, more so when she’s beaming at me like a ray of sunshine breaking through rain clouds, and I shake my head in the negative.
“Oh? Was it the splits? It was, wasn’t it?” she goads, watching me closely as I lift myself from the ground slowly, stealthily, her pale-green eyes sparkling with amusement and something else that’s very dangerous to a man that’s been pining for his omega and jerking off in the shower to thoughts of her every chance he gets.
I shake my head again, before tilting it from side to side, hearing a click each time, enjoying the challenging glint that appears in those pretty eyes. I kick my legs back, stretching my thighs out one at a time, before rolling my shoulders back, keeping my eyes on my bratty woman.
Narrowing hers at me, she bites her lip before blurting, “Was it when I bent—?”
Before she can even finish her sentence, I’m bolting toward her, fast enough that she doesn’t see me coming until I’m halfway across the mats, and by that point, it’s too late. Zira screeches with a wild giggle before she turns to try and run, but I’m on her like white on rice before the little shit can take three strides away from me.
Tackling to her the floor, cupping the back of her head so she goes down safely, I use my body to pin her to the mats right before I tickle the crap out of her, sitting on top of her while grinning like a madman as she cackles and begs for mercy, trying to swat at me but failing while I have her arms pinned to her sides.
“White flag!” she wails through her infectious laughter, hips bucking in an attempt to shuck me off her. I don’t budge an inch, because what I lack in flexibility I more than make up in weight and muscle. “Mercy! Sanctuary!”
Laughing at her breathlessly shouting words of surrender through her chortles, I pause my attack on her ticklish waist and demand, “Are you done mocking me?”
“Done! So done,” she wheezes, flushed from head to toe and absolutely breath-takingly beautiful, her smile stretched so wide that I know it has to be aching. Hell, I’m smiling so big that my cheeks are protesting.
“Are you going to keep busting my balls for finding my woman fucking hot enough to leave me with a constant hard on?” I push, and the cheeky little shit glances down at my lap where, sure enough, she finds me tenting my shorts and throbbing for her.
Licking her lower lip, she swallows hard while still laughing breathlessly before she says, “How about we make it even?”
I raise an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”
“Well,” she drawls teasingly. “Since you can’t see the effect you have on me quite so blatantly, though you can probably scent it easily enough, I have a proposition for you.”
I inhale just as she says it, and I can smell the very obvious change in her scent immediately. Her perfume grows thick with sweetness, the sugar overriding the cream, hints of caramel sticking to the back of my throat in the best way imaginable as she grows aroused. It’s doing absolutely nothing to soften my raging cock. In fact, it does the very opposite, my balls officially aching with my need for her.
So, leaning over her, my fists falling to either side of her head, my lips twitch as I rumble, “Consider me intrigued. What’s your proposition?”
That sexy little grin breaks out over her face once more, even as she continues to blush like a virgin on her wedding day, and she rocks my world as she offers, “Why don’t you check for yourself how wet I am for you already and then we can both decide who’s hotter for the other.”
Well, fuck me hard and fast.
In a game of saucy flirting and forward sexual banter, Zira officially takes the crown, because there’s no way I’m topping that. Even with her pink cheeks and bashful bite of her full lower lip, there’s absolutely no way I’m even trying to beat it. Not that I’d be able to, because I’m pretty sure all the blood in my body has flown south for winter, my cock aching something fierce as it stands to attention so rigidly that there’s absolutely no mistaking that I’m iron hard and desperate for my omega.
The purr rattles from my chest before I realize I’m doing it, and I drop my face close to hers before asking, “That what you want, baby?”
My voice is rough and husky, a clear sign of what she’s doing to me if my fucking hard on wasn’t indication enough, and the heat in Zira’s eyes doubles. She wriggles beneath me, but I don’t let up, a dangerous smirk pulling at my lips as I drag the tip of my nose along hers, inhaling her sweet, soft, and sugary scent that I literally dream about.
“Tell me, Zira. Tell me you want my hand in your panties, feeling the slick between your thighs,” I demand, only now realizing how desperately I want to hear the dirty words fall from her lips made of sin, not because I’m trying to one up her in a game of sexy banter, but because it seems almost crucial that I hear those words come from my omega. I fucking need them.
Zira inhales sharply, her perfume flooding the gym, and I just know that my fingers will be soaked the moment I slip my hand beneath the waistband of those tiny shorts that have been teasing me for over an hour.
Blushing a gorgeous shade of red, her freckles popping against her skin, Zira eyes me for a long moment before she finally breathes, “Do it. I want you to.”
“Fuck,” I rasp, my cock twitching beneath my shorts, my heart beating harshly in my chest.
When I don’t move straight away, the little brat beneath me quirks an eyebrow and goads, “Or I could do it myself. I’ve had plenty of practice on that front.”
Words are spilling from me before I can stop them, and the rewarding grin I receive makes me feel like I just conquered too many battles to fucking count. “Touch what’s mine and I’ll hog tie you and keep you at my mercy until I think you’ve learned a lesson.”
She’s breathless, pupils blown wide, when she retorts, “That seems more like incentive to keep pushing your buttons, baby. If it was meant to deter me, then you have me pegged all wrong.”
The challenging gleam in her eyes, the cheeky smirk, and the term of endearment is too much for me to handle, and I’m moving quicker than I ever have in my whole life as I climb off Zira’s strong, nimble body to kneel beside her. When she tries to sit up, my hand darts out, and I flatten her to the mats once more with my palm pressed against her heated skin just before I reach for the waistband of her shorts with the other.
Zira gasps, and I grin darkly at her before I rumble, “Just how wet am I going to find you, little lady?”
She shrugs, breathing hard, a desperate anticipation etched over her gorgeous face, and breathes, “Only one way to find out.”
Then the little minx parts her legs, and like a magnet for my eyes, I can’t help the way my gaze darts down her body to the apex of her thighs. There, I find her sage-green shorts soaked through, and I groan. I groan fucking loudly.
“So damn wet,” I grit, right before I shove my hand into her panties and feel the slick heat for myself, my cock twitching as soon as my fingers are covered and I’m gliding them through Zira’s folds. “This all for me, Zira?”
“Yes,” she pants, eyes shuttering closed with a soft mewl as I tease her entrance with my fingertips, gathering her slick before dragging my fingers to her clit.
She’s already swollen and so damned responsive that she almost bucks right off the mat when I circle the bundle of nerves, barely putting any pressure on her. Chuckling deeply, my purr kicking back up in my chest, I grind, “How much do you want, baby?”
Zira’s eyes pop open, and I clench my jaw at the sight of the untamed desire that pours from her gaze, heart beating double time beneath my ribs. Then she slays me with her next words, ruining me for all other women as though she hadn’t already done it before I scented her for the first time. “I want all of you, Alek. Every single inch. Don’t hold back.”
Nodding slowly, I keep my eyes on hers, pulse thrumming and blood searing through my veins as I dip my hand and slip my fingers inside her waiting pussy. I grit my teeth when I feel just how tight she is, my fingers slipping inside her slick channel easily enough with how damned wet she is.
Zira’s moan is unrestrained and so damn sexy that I’m sure I would have spilled in my boxers if I weren’t so focused on her heat, her sounds, and the unmistakable perfume that now clouds the air around us with soft banana, sugary cream, and thick caramel that overrides my senses.
It’s that moan that unleashes whatever I was holding on to that would have allowed me to take this slow. Instead, I start pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds of my movements fueling the blood-boiling need I have for this woman.
“Oh my god,” she moans, jerking her hips with every thrust of my fingers, and I almost grin at her to claim the title of God. But then she pants, “I’m so close already. I’m going to come.”
Oh, fuck yeah.
Watching her face closely, desperate to see her expression the moment she falls over the ledge, I fuck her faster and harder, crooking my fingers the moment I sink them right to the webbing of my hand. It’s all it takes before she detonates, crying out as her face morphs into one of pure pleasure just as her walls clamp down tightly on my hands as though she’s trying to lock down on my fingers as she gushes hot, wet slick and cum all over my hand.
With trembling legs and spasming pussy, Zira rides out her orgasm as I continue my finger’s ministrations, drawing out until she’s a boneless heap of omega on the gym’s mats. I’ve never seen anything as perfect, as breathtakingly beautiful, as a haggard Zira Favero during and straight after a climax that steals her breath and leaves her as limp as a ragdoll. The only thing that could possibly top it is seeing how well she’d take my shaft.
The idea alone has me growling low in my chest, my need manifesting with the dark and dangerous rumble that makes Zira clench around my fingers. I watch as her eyes flutter open, still filled with the same hunger that thrums through me, and I rasp, “I’m not done with you yet, little lady.”
She flashes a grin as her chest heaves for air, and pants, “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Damn it, but she is perfect. Perfect for me. Perfect for us. And I can’t wait any longer to make sure she knows that she’s mine, my omega, and I won’t ever be letting her go.
So, with a bone-jarring rumble that echoes through my chest, I reach for her soaked shorts and panties, tearing them down her legs like a crazed madman, making her laugh in the process even as I catch the sight of more slick seeping from her slit. It’s added proof that she wants me just as much as I want her, and it’s what lights a fire under my ass as I wrangle her out of her sports bra, leaving her bare and beautiful before me.
I have no idea where to look first, my gaze caressing every inch of her so quickly that I have to start again and force myself to slow down, taking in the less than a handful of breasts that heave with her every breath, the outline of her ribs that appears with every inhale because the woman is tiny despite her massive appetite, and the sexy curve of her waist. I take in the slight swell of her hips, the trimmed thatch of copper hair at the apex of her thighs, and the muscle in her thighs as she parts them for my hungry eyes.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re fucking stunning before, Zira?” I damn near choke, swallowing hard as I run my eyes right back up her body, noting all the freckles that stain her pale, creamy skin so prettily.
She smiles bashfully, a contradiction to how she has no problem telling me what she wants and taking it like a good girl, and teases, “I’ve heard it more since meeting you guys than I have in my whole life.”
“Then I’m happy to remind you for the rest of it,” I promise, reaching out to part her thighs even more, lifting her legs with my large hands tucked at the back of her knees.
As soon as I have her in the position I want her in, I demand, “Keep those right there, baby.”
Dutifully, she replaces my hands with hers, keeping her knees almost pressed against her chest, while she watches as I shuck my shorts and boxers in one, swift movement, baring myself to her ravenous gaze. Much like I did to her, she runs her eyes all over me, taking in the hard work of muscle that lines my pecs and abdomen. When her gaze dips further, her breath catches and I grin a little sinisterly at her, because I’m not just big in all the places her eyes could see before.
Shaking her head with wide eyes and parted mouth, she swallows before breathlessly confessing, “Baby, I don’t think that’s going to fit inside me. Where the hell were you grown, in a lab?”
Chuckling darkly, I shuffle until my knees are tucked against her risen ass and my naked cock bobs against her dripping pussy, dropping to lean over her and trap her legs between us. Jerking my hips, I drag my shaft through her slick, coating myself until I’m covered from knot to tip with her juices, and I bend to nip at her lip before quietly promising, “You can take me, baby. Every inch of me. You know why?”
She shakes her head, her breaths panting over my lips, bringing with them the taste of her that I’m beyond addicted to. “Tell me.”
I nip her lip again, slyly notching my cock at her entrance, before declaring, “Because you were made for me, Zira. You’re fucking mine.”
On the last word, I impale her on my thick girth, sinking until she’s only taking half of my length and slamming my mouth against hers as she cries out so beautifully that I groan with her.
A rumble crawls up my throat at the first feel of her wrapped so snugly around me that there’s no way I’d be able to move if it weren’t for the amount of slick and cum between her legs. As it was, she’s absolutely gushing wet, so when I pull my hips back and drag my cock along her vice-like gripping walls, it’s effortless to sink right back in, feeding her more of my shaft and swallowing her mewls of ecstasy.
I repeat the motion over and over again, gliding in further and further with every thrust of my hips, keeping her mouth secured to mine so I can devour her moans and cries and sexy little grunts as I feed on her taste and claim her as mine.
Only when I’ve sunken into her as deep as I can go, my knot brushing against her entrance, do I release her mouth, panting against her with the effort it’s taking me not to start pounding in and out of her tight body until I’m spilling inside her. She’s pulsing around my length, still adjusting but fitting me like she was designed for it, her chest heaving as her hands roam down my back and to my ass, gripping tightly as though demanding I stay right there for a moment.
“So big. Fuck, so full ,” she pants, her voice thready with pleasure, pussy rippling around my cock.
My chuckle is strained, my teeth clenched so tightly that I wouldn’t care if I cracked a damned tooth, because the way she feels around me is nothing short of heaven. And if I don’t move soon, I might actually go insane.
“Think you can take it, baby? Because I need to fuck you, to make you mine,” I grit, lifting my body from hers, her legs falling to my shoulders as I peer down at her. I’m sure I look demented with my desire for her, but I see the same look reflected back at me and it sends me closer and closer to the edge of insanity the longer I remain buried inside her without fucking her like I desperately want to.
Zira clenches around me before nodding rapidly. “I can take you. Like I said, don’t hold back.”
Ah, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’m pulling out and slamming home not a second later, her vibrant moan music to my ears. I do it again, my hips slapping against her ass, and I fucking lose it. I start pounding in and out of her like a wild, rutting animal. The wet, squelching sounds of my shaft dipping in and out of her body mingles with the cries and shouts of her pleasure, my own animalistic growls, snarls, and grunts joining the playlist of our fucking, and it’s everything. It sends me off the deep ends and I fuck Zira like she’s mine to ruin. Mine to claim. And mine to fucking keep.
I feel it the moment she starts coming around me, but I don’t stop, pistoning in and out of her body, the wet sounds growing tenfold as she finds her release and squirts slick and cum with a scream.
Snarling, I drop her left leg from my shoulder and push her right further back as I lift my upper body from hers, and I peer down to watch my cock disappear in and out of her fluttering pussy at a different angle. Through gritted teeth, I demand, “Give me another one, baby. I want you fucking boneless by the time I’m done marking every inch of your body with my scent.”
“Oh, fuck, Alek. Oh my god!” she wails, right before she’s clamping down on me again, absolutely soaking us both as she comes.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yeah, that’s it,” I grit, releasing her leg to grip her ass and tug her lower body higher as I continue thrusting into her like a fucking caveman as she pulses around me with a silent scream. “I want one more before I sink my knot in you, Zira. Give me one more.”
She thrashes beneath me, her sensitive body overridden with pleasure, and I bite my lip hard as I watch her eyebrows furrow and her hands lift and fall to her breasts, the sexy, little omega using her fingers to pinch at her nipples until I feel her start to tighten around me again.
“Give it to me, Zira,” I growl, sinking deeper with every thrust, my knot rubbing against her sopping entrance.
As I pump into her, I sneak one hand to her clit, and it takes only two circles of my fingers before she’s screaming the damned gym down as she climaxes again, taking me right over the edge with her. With a loud bellow that sounds unhinged even to my ears, I push my cock deep inside her and keep pushing until my knot sinks into her body and she locks down hard on me.
I’m spurting floods of cum into her greedy body as I tip over the edge, ejaculating so hard that I almost black out, turning lightheaded and dizzy as I grind my hips and spurt ropes after ropes of cum into her clamping channel. I’m positive I feel her orgasm again, growing impossibly tighter around me, but I’m so lost in the waves of pleasure that wash over me as I flood her body with my cum, marking her inside out with my scent so thoroughly that she won’t be getting rid of it for at least two weeks.
I’m winded as fuck and gasping for air by the time I spend the last drop of my release inside her, dropping until my elbows land beside her head and her heaving chest brushes against mine. Zira’s legs fall limp around me, and I notice then that we’ve made quite the mess on the training mats.
My chuckle comes out haggard and choppy, my voice hoarse and rough when I tease, “Who knew you’d make such a mess.”
She laughs in surprise, and I groan as I tuck my face into the crook of her neck, shivering as her lock tightens around my knot. “Says you. You came so much that I can feel it dripping down my ass.”
Grinning against her skin as I begin to purr, I nuzzle her flesh and scent mark her there with kisses and teasing nips just like Barnes must have done on the other side, before saying, “Can’t mistake who you belong to now, huh?”
Her following laughter gives me the energy to rise up over her and peer down at her with a soft smile that she returns, and she sweetly proclaims, “It means you belong to me, too.”
I nod, showing her the seriousness in my eyes when I agree. “Wouldn’t want to be any other omega’s alpha, Zira Favero. You’re my little lady.”
I make a vow right there and then to prove it every single day from this moment on. And, when she gives me the green light, I’m going to bond with her so fast her head spins. That way, she’ll never have to doubt what she means to me and the others. She’ll know that she belongs with us, and we belong to her in every single way.