Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Charlotte
My hair is sweaty, and I’m exhausted by the time I ride Cormac to our second climax.
It might be time to hit the gym.
I shouldn’t be shattered from so little physical exertion. It takes a while for Cormac’s knot to deflate, but he runs his fingers up and down my spine, murmuring sweet reassurances.
It’s surreal.
I’ve never felt so connected to another person. Once his knot fully deflates, I awkwardly try to climb off his cock.
Malachy stretches over, lifting me off Cormac when he sees me struggling with shaky arms.
“I need the bathroom.” Cormac groans, rolling toward the edge of the bed.
Malachy chuckles. “You rocked his world, little one.” He palms the back of my head as I wiggle completely on top of him.
The bathroom door closes, and I glance over my shoulder. “It feels like he ran from me.”
Maybe that was too much, too fast?
“Nah, he just needs a minute,” Malachy says, his hazel eyes sparkling in the low light. “Cormac has always been one of those people who needs space to think things through. He might be a little overwhelmed, but I guarantee you, he’ll be back to bed as soon as he centers himself.”
“That makes sense,” I admit, wondering if I’m dripping cum all over Malachy’s sweats.
Either way, he’s very hard, and he didn’t get to come.
I could have easily managed him and Cormac at once, but I get the feeling that he didn’t want to encroach too much on Cormac’s first time.
“You’re a good big brother.” It’s a random thing to say, since he has no idea what I was thinking, but even the way he reassured me that Cormac would be back was thoughtful.
I bury my fingers in his beard, leaning in to kiss him.
Malachy’s electric scent seems to rejuvenate my aching body, and the man knows how to kiss. I dig my fingers into his jaw, nip at his lower lip, and roll over. I’m not purposely trying to tease his instincts into chasing me. Or maybe I am subconsciously.
“I want you on top of me, caging me in,” I tell him.
He doesn’t make me beg.
A ridiculous smile breaks out on my face as he settles between my thighs. I dig my toes into the band of his sweats, pushing them down.
Malachy chuckles. “That was creative.”
I shrug. “The height difference is hot. It’s also a raging pain in the ass.”
“That, it is,” he agrees, kicking out of his sweats. He lowers over me, planting his forearm next to my head and flattening his palm to the top of my head.
My insides hum in approval. Being surrounded by him is exactly what I wanted.
His other hand wraps around his cock, and I stare between us with rapt fascination.
Yeah, that’s an intimidating amount of dick.
Still, I was just stretched over Cormac’s knot, so it’ll probably be fine. Even if there’s some discomfort, I’ll gladly power through to make Malachy mine.
“Look at you,” Mal growls. “You let Cormac make a mess of you. You want me to dirty you up some more? Huh, little one?”
I nod frantically.
Malachy’s forearm flexes as he jerks his crown against my clit, and I spread my legs even wider in invitation. At any time, he can slide right inside me.
Bringing my hand to the back of his neck, I pull him closer. “Kiss me, please?”
“Charlotte, fuck.” He shakes his head, and my stomach drops. “I’m trying so hard to stay clear, but I’m afraid to be close enough to bite you. I might not be able to hold myself back.”
“I trust you.” I shove my mouth to his, and a low growl rattles out of his chest as he does some magical figure-eight pattern meant to make me certifiably insane. His crown circles my clit and slides down to brush my opening before the whole thing starts all over again.
I sob against his lips, begging for him to fuck me.
“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” he says, nuzzling his nose to mine.
I go a little cross-eyed as I stare into his sparkling hazel eyes. “I’m an omega. Omegas are built to take alpha cock. Please, Mal?”
He palms the top of my head and moves back to my opening.
He barely dips inside and hisses, immediately pulling back out.
I whimper, and my feet bounce against the mattress. “That was good. Just the tip works. We can start there and work our way up.”
He chuckles darkly, pushing inside me once more, but as soon as I start to relish in the stretch, he’s gone again.
I weave a hand between us, working my clit as he does his best to send me into an omega tantrum. “I swear to God, I’m about to toss you down and climb—”
“Such a bossy little thing.” He silences me by shoving his tongue into my mouth. Every time he dips inside me, my entire world tilts, but he never pushes more than his crown into me.
It’s maddening.
I work my clit with more fervency. Getting smart, I pull my feet from the bed and wrap my legs around his ass. Every time he tugs free of me, I shove him back again with my feet on his backside.
Our tongues dance, and my pheromones burst in the air.
Malachy growls as I nip at his lips. “Charlotte, fuck. You’re about to send me into rut. I’m trying to stay clear.”
I keep my eyes locked on his as I say, “Just be here in the moment with me. Even if you get hazy, I know you won’t hurt me.”
Our breaths mingle, and his beard tickles my cheek as we stare at one another. It’s like being connected on a whole different plane of existence, and my heart thumps ridiculously fast.
He lowers onto me even more fully and finally gives me some of his impressive length. We both moan at the slow slide of his body inside my own. His strong chest brushes my tight nipples, and I weep around him.
“Still good?” He slips all the way out and thrusts back in deep.
My mouth falls open, and I ignore the slight ache in my vagina.
His is by far the thickest cock I’ve ever had inside me, but it’s so good.
“That’s perfect,” I choke out. “You’re perfect. I ache for you. Please, Mal. Give me more.”
His electric scent makes my body hum the longer I breathe him in. I might be crazy, but I think it helps take the edge of pain away as he really starts to find a rhythm.
“How are you ever going to take my knot when I’m already bumping the bottom?” he asks, sounding smug.
“We’ll figure it out.”
“Yeah, we will,” he growls. “We’ve got all the time in the world. You’re never getting away. You’re mine, Charlotte.” He bumps my neck to the side and rakes his teeth down the column of my neck.
My core spasms, clinging to his shaft even more violently. Even the lightest brush of my fingers over my clit sends me over the edge. His palm cradles my skull as I shiver and shake through a powerful orgasm that has my vision going spotty.
He keeps his strokes measured, never bucking too forcefully, but I swear I can still feel his crown somewhere around my lungs; I don’t care if it’s physically impossible. I’m quite sure no man has ever been this deep inside me.
“Jesus,” Malachy growls, nipping at my earlobe. “I’m losing the battle.” His ragged tone does my head in. Hearing that he’s as desperate for me as I am for him is a really damn good feeling.
“Come inside me,” I beg.
His palm on the top of my head keeps me in place, and without it, I probably would have hit the headboard by now. His fingers dig into my hip while he ruts me into oblivion.
The most embarrassing sounds spill from my lips, and the pressure in my core builds again. It’s like the building of another orgasm, but also something else.
I don’t know what’s happening, but it feels monumental.
He sucks on my throat, biting without breaking the skin, and I convulse under him, begging for his bite. I should know better than to taunt a rabid alpha, but I couldn’t hold back the words if I tried. My entire body sizzles as my pleasure coils tighter.
I pull my hand from my clit, bringing it to the top of his ass. My fingers dig in as he starts to roll his pelvis against my swollen nub.
“Need you to come with me.” His warm breath fans over my skin, and it’s almost like an out-of-body experience.
I can’t tell where he ends and I begin, which would scare the hell out of me under normal circumstances.
“Just let me live in the fantasy that I’m breeding you full of my babies.
” He bucks even harder, battering my cervix and snarling like a fully rabid alpha, but he cradles the top of my head like I’m precious.
His shaft grows longer and thicker, and he slams so deep his knot brushes my opening. “Fuck me…”
It doesn’t fully wedge inside me, but on the next thrust it does, and I wail.
If I was more coherent, I would be afraid of disturbing the rest of the house. At the moment, all I can do is shake as another powerful orgasm rips through my nerve endings.
Malachy doesn’t let up. He drags his knot along my inner walls as much as he can when we’re locked together, and it intensifies the bliss rocking me to my core.
I gush around him, and the slick sound seems to spur him on. He’s carnal and rough, rutting into me like an alpha lost to the fog.
My orgasm goes on for so long it’s almost painful, and all I can do is twitch.
“I’m sorry, little one. I can’t risk you trying to get away.” Malachy sucks on my throat and groans. “You’re mine, Charlotte. All fucking mine.”
The sharp sting of pain makes me freeze. At first, I’m still too out of it to register that he just dug his canines into the left side of my throat. He jolts inside my pussy, splashing my inner walls with his hot cum.
I clench around him, doing my best to grind to meet him as it becomes clear I can accept or deny the bond.
I’m not so swept up in the moment that I accept without thinking through what a bond will mean.
Bonding is for life.
Once that connection is accepted, there’s no escaping it. If a claiming bite is denied, the bite turns black. There are no consequences for an omega, outside of healing from a bite wound, but it’s been described as agony for an alpha to endure.
No.
I’m not doing that to Malachy.
He’s everything I want in a partner and more. It might be fast, but he makes me feel safer than anyone else ever has, and I know he’ll be good to Lukas.
I focus my intent, accepting the bond. His electric scent tinges in my mind, and it’s not like when I scent it in the air. It’s more of knowing that it’s him, then a heavy rush of pleasure as his orgasm hits the bond.
I moan, bringing my hand to cradle his head as he retracts his teeth, licking over the bite. He sucks on it lightly, likely to test if his saliva closed the wound. My clit and nipples pulse at the feeling, but I have bigger things to focus on.
“Malachy,” I whisper as an overwhelming rush of emotion hits me square in the chest.
“I know,” he murmurs, nodding against my throat.
Being able to sense his feelings toward me is so foreign that I couldn’t describe it if I tried. He’s slightly ashamed that he snapped and bit me, but he’s happy to be tied to me for life.
It’s humbling to feel how content he is.
Everything just changed.
My eyes ache, and I choke up like I might cry. Not because I’m regretful. It’s an entirely new level of connection, and it rocks me to my foundations.
“I’m always going to take care of you and Lukas,” Malachy says, nuzzling his cheek to mine. “From here on out, I swear to you, I’ll protect the two of you with my life.”
I nod, and those tears I’ve been holding back sting my eyes. “I believe you.”
We’re locked together, so it’s not like he could get away if he tried, but he stays plastered to my chest, running his hand over the top of my head.
Several minutes pass, and the bed dips.
“I leave the two of you alone for fifteen minutes…” Cormac sighs, stretching out on the side of the bed where he was earlier.
Malachy’s head whips up, and he growls, baring his teeth at his brother.
“I brought you a warm washcloth to clean up, but I’ll set it on the nightstand.
” Cormac completely ignores his brother by turning away to put down the wet cloth.
He rolls over to face us, smiling. “Congratulations. I came back in just before your bonding, but it felt wrong to interrupt. I’m happy for the two of you. ” He brushes his fingers over my cheek.
Malachy goes rigid, growling. “Too close. Mine.”
“You’ll have to get over that,” Cormac says, rolling his eyes. “The word you’re looking for is ours.”