Chapter 22 #3
“Leila is an easy baby,” I shrug, jogging up the stairs to my omega. I consider the bambina in Oliver’s arms to be my daughter too, so pulling my weight is a given.
Ducking under the flap in the curtain, I take a second to get used to the much dimmer light in here.
“Hey,” Grant says from the bed.
I didn’t have a chance to see the final set up of the nest, but I’m impressed.
The fairy lights are easy on the eyes, the nest feels like its own cocoon, and the temperature is perfect with all the body heat this room has been seeing.
There’s a comfy reading chair in the corner of the loft in case Isolde wants to escape into another world, and a ton of pillows surrounding the bed.
It’s simple, but it allows her to add whatever she wants to at a later date.
“I’m here if you want to catch some sleep,” I acknowledge, carefully laying on the bed.
A part of me thought that I’d be laying in slick and fluids, but the sheets are cool and soft.
“Thanks,” Grants says sleepily. “Be prepared. She may wake up once my knot softens. The little nightmare is feral when her cramping ramps up.”
“My topolina is simply a bit demanding,” I sniff, getting comfortable.
“Mmhmm. The sheets are clean because Oliver managed to change them when she fell asleep. I’ve never been rolled over like a sack of potatoes before.”
My shoulders shake with amusement as Grant’s eyes shut and his breaths even out. I’m giving him so much shit. I’m sure Isolde gave her alphas a run for their money.
Her ability to ask for what she wants isn’t as normal as people would think. She’s more likely to do what she can alone, because it’s a trauma response to make yourself small when your needs haven’t been met in the past.
Isolde isn’t alone anymore, and every time she leans a little more on us is a sign that she’s learning to trust. Her stopping in the kitchen this morning and telling us that she thought she was going to need us for her heat spoke volumes.
Her breakthrough heat spikes have been happening for long enough that it would have been difficult to know the signs until she was in full blown heat. It would have sucked giant monkey balls if Grant and Lucas were gone for this.
Isolde takes a breath as she sleeps, and I turn to stare at her. Her forehead is unlined and smooth, her nose reminds me of a cute button, and her lashes graze her skin. She’s beautiful in an unclassic way.
What I mean by this is that there’s an edge of danger while she’s awake, and she carries herself in a way that reminds me of a predator. Her entire body is a weapon, her slight curves meant to be able to strike as necessary.
I’ve always enjoyed things that aren’t always good for me, and Isolde is no different.
I watch her sleep for a half an hour, noticing things about the bed that I didn’t before.
The bottom of the bed appears to have things stuffed under the blankets, and I realize that it’s the clothing that Oliver stole earlier in the day.
The scents in the room are her alphas, even though I haven’t stepped inside until very recently.
Oliver knew what he was doing when he was helping Grant set up our omega’s nest.
Isolde flops over into her stomach with a whimper, and I see that she’s free of Grant’s knot. My hand runs over her wild hair, and I can’t help but smile as her lips pout in her sleep. Her bare skin is hot as I stroke down her back, and she slowly opens her eyes as she wakes up.
“Alesso,” she whispers.
“Hi,” I murmur. I’m still wearing clothes, though I’m currently barefoot. I’ve discovered that I enjoy the feeling of the floorboards underneath my feet.
Shoes annoy me unless I’m outside and have to have them.
Her brows draw down as her hand clutches her stomach, concerning me. Pulling her closer to me, I kiss her forehead.
“Do you need me to help you with that?” I ask.
“If by help you mean burying your cock inside of me in the next five seconds…”
Smirking, I undress in about that amount of time, chuckling under my breath when she straddles me.
“So eager," I say, watching as she reaches for me, lining my crown with her entrance.
“You’re my favorite kind of medicine,” she smirks, relaxing as she sinks down on my cock.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, since you haven’t had me yet.”
“I guess we’re catching up for lost time,” she says, her hips finding their rhythm.
“Mmmm. Topolina. All time with you or our daughter is the best time,” I purr. “You’re my favorite parts of my day.”
“I….ahh,” she gasps, beginning to lose her track of thought.
Fucking beautiful.
“What was that?” I tease her, my hand moving up her outer thigh as I gaze up at her. I’m heading toward her clit to help her come when I feel odd scarring on her skin. “Isolde?”
“I don’t want to talk about that,” she snaps.
Pushing her to the side, I follow her over so we’re facing each other. It’s more intimate, and I move her outer leg over my thigh so I can thrust into her pussy. Her eyes grow hazy with desire while I explore her skin and I discover that they must be old scars.
“Don’t talk about it, but I know what causes these,” I growl, my other hand grabbing hold of her hair as I kiss her fiercely. “Your past may be yours but your present and future are mine. There’s nothing you could do to disappoint me. Want to know why?”
My dick is stroking her deep inside, and I can tell she’s having a hard time following the conversation. This can’t wait though. I’m pretty easy going, but this is important.
“Why?” she gasps, her heel digging into my back as she fucks me back.
That’s my gorgeous girl. Fight to come.
“Your line between what you consider good and evil is solid,” I say. “No one can shift, change, or manipulate you. We all kill for specific reasons: yours are a silent scream for anyone who doesn’t have a voice.”
Her sob almost takes me by surprise, and I roll myself so that I’m on top of her. My hand grabs her wrists and I cage them over her head.
“I fucking see you,” I rasp, cupping her cheek.
“I need to stop thinking you’ll all leave me if you see too much,” she says, tears running down her face.
If this was any other time, I’d pull out and hold her, but she writhes in pain as I consider it. This heat is a demon, and doesn’t fucking care about our conversation. Most omegas wouldn’t be able to string together words that make sense.
Isolde is built differently, her strength forged in the fires of hell itself.
“I’m about to fuck and bite you,” I say, angry that she’d think that. “Leaving isn’t an option for any of us. I’m keeping you forever.”
“Like Casper the ghost?” she asks randomly.
I think she’s officially loopy, but I understand the movie reference.
“If following you into the afterlife is what I have to do, then yes,” I say, kissing her as I drag my cock slowly and steadily inside of her, feeling the walls of her slick pussy begin to flutter.
Isolde moans as I pin her wrists to the pillows above her head, and both her legs wrap around my waist.
“I love you,” I growl. I need her to know that I mean it, and my hand in her hair moves around her throat. Caressing but not squeezing as my hips continue to thrust.
It gets her attention though, and her pupils begin to get larger.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “I want…”
“Anything,” I snarl. “Tell me.”
“Close your hand around my throat,” she whispers. “I want to know what it feels like to come while you play god with my breathing.”
“Gladly,” I smirk, all while knowing how fucking careful I need to be. “Kick my ass if you need to breathe, topolina.”
Since her heels are digging into my ass now, this shouldn’t be an issue.
Kissing her, I squeeze the column of her throat, getting up on a knee to fuck her into the mattress. I might look like I hate her, but every movement screams how much I love and cherish her.
We are rewriting her story today. One word at a time, for as long as it goddamn takes.
I watch her body as her nipples pebble and her skin flushes red. Her cunt slowly strangles my cock, and I take this opportunity to push my knot inside her.
Her eyes widen as I squeeze her throat, restricting her airflow. Her body bows back as she stops overthinking things and just feels. I’m making her feel good, I am her god tonight.
Her mouth opens as she silently screams as her pussy gushes with slick, allowing my knot to push through the tight muscles that are contracting.
“Such a good little omega,” I croon. “Take my cock and my knot. They’re yours. Keep coming. I know you have another in you.”
My hand opens to allow her to gulp in a breath before it closes again. Together, we flirt with how much she can take, and when she comes again, she passes out from its force.
Breathing hard, I let her go, my fingers moving to check her pulse worriedly.
“She’s okay,” Grant rasps, his gaze on me. Damn. He didn’t say a word until now, so I had no idea that he was awake.
I haven’t come yet because I was holding back, and I rock my hips to see what she’ll do.
Isolde whimpers, and I bite my lip as I glance at Grant.
“A heat’s best medicine is cum and orgasms,” he shrugs. “Let’s see if she wakes up.”
Kissing down her throat, my hand ghosts down her body until I can get it between us. Finding her clit, I feel myself entering the haze of rutting. I’m not worried, because Grant won’t hesitate to smack me if I’m too rough.
Working my knot just outside of her cunt, I fuck it back inside of her as I stroke her clit determinedly. Isolde makes little noises and gasps, but remains passed out as I continue to push her closer toward release.
My eyes cross as she begins to clench around me again, and the base of my back tingles. I’m close now. There’s no stopping my release.
Except, I’m going to fucking try to delay because I want her to come with me.
Sucking on her pulse point, I bite lightly down, loving the way she shudders.
“Alesso,” Isolde whines.
Moving sharply back, my jaw drops as I find that she’s not awake yet.
“Stubborn,” Grant murmurs. “I wonder if she can come in her sleep.”
Well, I’m completely committed now. I need to know.
“Yes, baby. I’m here,” I croon. “Come for me. Tell me what it’ll take, topolina.”
Isolde smiles softly as her body writhes, but her eyes remain closed.
“Bite me, Alpha.”
“Wake up and tell me that,” I taunt. There’s no damn way I will, because she needs to look me in the eye for that.
She could be telling me to fuck off for all I know.
Whining, her lashes flutter before I get to see her gorgeous green eyes.
“I want to come knowing that I’m yours,” she growls, flipping us.
Yelping, I finally laugh as I watch her bounce and grind above me as she uses me for her pleasure.
“Sneaky girl,” I say. “You first. Pick your spot and show the world that you’re making me yours.”
Her eyes clear as she finds Oliver’s bite on my shoulder. It’s been there, she just wasn’t paying attention.
“That’s Oli’s,” I murmur. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, her arms caging me in as she kisses me. “I want the other shoulder.”
“Do it. There’s this beautiful place on your neck that I want.”
Taking a deep breath, she nods and bites me. My arms wrap around her as I feel myself losing my tightly bound control. Groaning, I come hard, and the second she raises her head, I bite her neck.
Mine. Ora e sempre.
Isolde screams as she finds her release, and I feel our bond hit me in the face just as I pass out from overstimulation.
At least I know that she doesn’t need me awake to ride me.