18. Seventeen
Seventeen
Jeremiah
I pull her down until her forehead rests against mine, needing that connection with her, and she lets out a nervous breath that brushes against my lips. Her lashes flutter, and this time when I notice the tears gleaming in her eyes, I know they’re not from fear or upset. She’s just understanding finally, and it’s impossible to miss the love shining from those vivid blue depths or the grateful way she’s staring down at me.
She shouldn’t have to show me gratitude because of my respect for her boundaries or willingness to move at her pace, and I wish she wouldn’t. But it’s something I understand because I know it all. I know every horrifying detail of what she has endured, and although I wish I could erase those images from my mind, I can’t even begin to fathom what it must be like for her to carry those memories after surviving them.
Closing her eyes, she cautiously leans forward to press her lips against mine again, much more careful this time as she keeps her teeth to herself, though I wish she wouldn’t. I want her to bite me everywhere, need to look down and see the indentions of her teeth marring my flesh after I have them permanently tattooed, so they never disappear and serve as a constant reminder that I’m hers.
Slowly, her kisses become more sensual, her tongue curling around mine as she gently cups my cheeks. As I tenderly lick her tongue, she releases soft whimpers that I greedily swallow, refusing to let them escape, because right here in this moment, they’re just for me.
Mine.
One day, she’ll have a multitude of reasons to express gratitude, not just for those who treat her with basic human decency and respect her as an individual.
One day, when she reflects on the past, the memories will hopefully become so distant that they’ll feel like they belong to someone else entirely.
One day… she’ll attain complete freedom, where her mind and soul can finally break free from all the burdens weighing down her spirit.
But until then, I’ll pour all my efforts into replacing the nightmares that torment her with beautiful memories that will light up her face with a smile instead of tears. I’ll make it my mission to replace the negative experiences she’s had with positive ones that she was always meant to have. Starting with her first real sexual experience, with absolutely no penetration, as much as my cock weeps in dismay in my jeans.
We’ve waited this long, though, and I want to show her how things should have been more than I want to sink into her sweet pussy. I know when we finally take that step, when I finally get to feel her wrapped around me like I crave, it’ll be unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, but I want to give her more before I get that. I want her to experience the art of foreplay, see the depths of sexual gratification beyond my cock thrusting into her wet heat, because I know she never has, and she deserves to be worshipped in every way imaginable before I ever get the honor of slipping inside of her.
As she leans over me, her lips press against mine, and our tongues dance together in a tender embrace. I can’t stop myself from digging my fingers into her wild, untamed curls, messy from me gripping handfuls of it earlier, and when she moans into my mouth, my responding groan can’t be contained.
My need for this omega is so powerful that it eclipses my need for air. Without her love and affection, my existence feels empty and devoid of meaning, because without her, my life has no purpose. Giving her everything she deserves and more is my sole reason for still existing in this world. No matter what it takes, I’ll make sure that she lives the rest of her days surrounded by love, completely safe and being treated like the goddess she fails to realize she is.
So before I give her the first time she should have gotten—the first time she deserved—I’ll give her every other first she was robbed of or never got.
The desire to have as many of her first experiences as possible is more incessant than my desire to be buried deep inside of her, because I know that I’ll eventually have to share her with the other alphas when she’s ready, and I want to be selfish for as long as I can.
Of course, it’s not solely out of selfishness that I want to be the one with her as she experiments. I can be honest about my desperation to be the one with her as she explores, to bear witness to her discovering what she enjoys and what she doesn’t. That I’m consumed by an intense need to be the one that gets to witness the initial moment she lets go and her eyes light up in realization that everything is right when that part of her is freely given to someone she wants or cares about, and not forcefully taken. That I’m eager for her to use my body to make herself feel good without worrying about if I’m taken care of, to watch her come undone as she finds release and experiences the bliss of her first orgasm.
I want to be fully present for all of that, without a doubt, but I also want to protect her from anything that might cause her to panic and subsequently feel embarrassed. I want to help her work through her fears and triggers, so when she does eventually move forward with her other alphas, she’ll be able to be with them without hesitation or anxiety. I’m okay with witnessing the fallout, with being the one that gets not only her highs but her lows if something happens that sends her flying back into the darkness, because I’ve already seen it.
I’ve witnessed the aftermath of so many of the brutal assaults she endured, seen the devastation left behind. Been there as she fractured from the constant barrage of unimaginable horrors that would break anyone’s spirit. I begged the gods to help me save her, to show me the path to her monster’s destruction, as I sat outside her prison, yearning to hold her and fix what another kept carelessly and cruelly breaking.
If Cozy crumbles, I can be her shelter, protecting her from the hurricane building inside of her. I can be her anchor, giving her the strength to hold on while keeping her steady so she can’t be blown away as the storm rages around us. I can be her lighthouse, guiding her through when it settles, reminding her that there is a light at the end of the dark tunnel she’s walking. And when she comes out the other side, I can be her rainbow, giving her peace and clarity as she rebuilds herself.
I’m not afraid to push her a little because I can read her so easily now. Contrary to what people may believe, Cozy isn’t as delicate as glass, and she won’t shatter under pressure. She possesses an inner strength unlike anyone I’ve ever known that I deeply admire—that everyone should admire—and while I’ll always respect her boundaries, I also know when to gently encourage her to step outside her comfort zone.
When Cozy pulls back, our foreheads resting together as she keeps her eyes closed, she blows out a shaky breath. Her lashes flutter against the tops of her flushed cheeks as she works up the courage she needs for whatever it is she wants to do or ask, and I wait patiently. Several beats of my heart later, she wraps her petite fist in my shirt and tugs forcefully as her eyes open and connect with mine.
“I need you to take this off. Please.”
Gods, a man could go insane hearing that simple word fall from her lips.
I rush to yank the offending piece of fabric over my head, nearly losing my mind when her hands touch my bare chest. As her hands explore my chest, I watch her intently, taking in every breath or tiny twitch of her features and committing it all to memory. Soft fingertips dance across my defined abs and caress my sides, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake while her gaze fixates on my intricate tattoos as she gently traces the hidden scars beneath, completely enthralled.
“Beautiful,” she murmurs under her breath, glancing up at my face when she says it, and my throat feels tight.
I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me and thought I was beautiful. Intimidating, sure. But beautiful… That’s something I’ve never been called.
When she reaches the band of my jeans, her fingers delicately tracing the trail, I watch as her brows furrow and she bites her lip again. Pulling the abused flesh free from her teeth, I lick my bottom lip, relishing her attention on me.
“What else, Dove?” I rasp out, finding it damn near impossible to breathe with her hands on me.
She takes a deep breath and hooks her index finger around a belt loop, giving it a gentle tug and silently conveying her want for me to remove them, but I don’t move. When she realizes I don’t plan to take them off until she uses her words, she groans, face flaming the prettiest shade of red I’ve ever seen, and my cock threatens to break free of its own accord with her next words.
“Take these off, too, please.”
I let out a groan as she slowly lifts up on her knees, my fingers deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, finally granting myself a long-awaited release from the relentless pressure. I take a deep breath, savoring the sensation as I shimmy my jeans down and kick them off. Cozette’s surprised gasp and wide-eyed expression when she settles back on my thighs triggers a sudden tightening in my stomach, reminding me that I should have warned her about the lack of anything beneath the denim.
Her gaze fixated on my erection—throbbing as pre-cum dribbles from the tip—is maddening. The temptation to reach down and tightly grip the hard length, giving it a quick tug to observe her response, is nearly irresistible. However, she shocks me in the next moment before I can give in to temptation by reaching out suddenly, her finger gliding softly along the row of metal lining the underside. I feel a pleasurable shudder roll down my spine as my hands clench at my sides and I groan.
Just this slight innocent and curious touch has me on the brink of release, and I bite my cheek hard to distract myself as best as I can. The bright pink hue to her normal creamy, pale skin lets me know she’s slightly mortified at herself for having touched me so impulsively, but her eyes hold so many questions that she’s warring with herself over asking. Her curiosity eventually prevails, overshadowing her embarrassment, and it only adds to my heightened arousal as she devotes her attention to my throbbing cock.
“Do they… do they hurt?”
I bite my lip to hold in my chuckle at the question, not wanting her to think I’m laughing at her. So worried about me being in pain, my Dove.
“Not anymore.”
Her nose scrunches adorably, and when she stops touching me, I have to suppress the urge to beg her not to, reminding myself that this isn’t about me. It’s all about her, giving her the power to determine the boundaries and what she feels at ease with.
“They feel good for you?”
I give her a nonchalant shrug when she shyly glances back at my face.
“In a way. They increase the sensations, make me a little more sensitive.”
She hesitates before asking her next question, piquing my curiosity because what could she want to ask me that has her feeling more embarrassed than what she’s already asked?
Clearing her throat, I watch the blush on her cheeks move down her neck, disappearing into the collar of her shirt. With her gaze darting everywhere except at my face, a faint smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I subtly shake my head in amusement.
“And for me? Would they feel good for me?” she eventually asks, refusing to look me in the eye and making my cock twitch.
“They might,” I murmur, eyeing the dark patch on her shorts between her legs and becoming increasingly aware of her scent while paying attention to her body language.
Her muscles are taut, her chest heaving with rapid breaths as she subtly shifts, edging dangerously close to my rigid length as she searches for some relief. In my mind, I silently plead for her to slide just a little further up, to straddle my hips and pleasure herself with my throbbing shaft and swelling knot. With every breath I take, her scent engulfs me, lingering on my tongue and in the depths of my throat, the sharp edge of neediness unmistakable.
“What do you need, baby?”
She whimpers, and it takes everything in me to keep my hands to myself when she gives me a pleading look, but tonight is about encouraging her to take control and use her voice, even if she feels a bit self-conscious.
“I-I don’t know! ” she growls out in frustration, covering her face with her hands and groaning.
I tap her arm until she peeks out between her fingers before dropping her hands and giving me her full attention as she pouts, her eyes somehow seeming bigger and brighter when she does.
“Do you want me to tell you what to do?” I ask her, tucking her hair behind her ear, my heart racing when her lips part and she suddenly relaxes.
“Yes,” she breathes out, a hint of desperation in that one word.
I rub my hands up and down her thighs softly before giving them a quick, reassuring squeeze.
“Clothes on or off?”
She licks her lips nervously, shifting again.
“I-um, maybe… maybe just my shirt and shorts,” she whispers, eyes wide on me and I nod.
My hands glide up over her hips, tracing the contours of her body through the loose fabric of her oversized shirt, as I lift it up gradually, attentively studying her every reaction as I do. Her body trembles under my touch as I gradually expose more of her bare skin, and when I reach her chest, she instinctively raises her arms for me. I keep my touch light and my pace gradual until the fabric comes completely free, throwing it to the side as I have her stand.
Once she’s standing, I kneel in front of her—hard cock bobbing at the movement—and gaze up at her, shaking my head when she goes to cover her chest. I rest my head against the soft swell of her belly for a moment, rubbing my nose and cheek against her soft skin as I grip her hips. Carefully sliding my fingers into the elastic of her shorts, I glance back up at her, noting the red flush splashed across her chest like watercolor and the way her breasts heave with every breath as she watches me. With meticulous care, I glide her shorts down her legs until they gather at her feet, all the while maintaining unwavering eye contact.
Cozy’s legs shake when I slide my hand up between her thighs, giving her plenty of time to stop me. When my fingers touch the wet fabric at the apex of her thighs, I finally look away from her face. Turning my attention to the pale pink panties hiding her from my greedy eyes, I groan when I realize just how soaked they are, and her hand reaches out to land on the top of my head as she tries to steady herself at that first touch.
Applying the barest amount of pressure, I rub my index and middle finger down the middle of her panty clad center, and she gasps before the sweetest moan I’ve ever heard pierces the air. I can’t stop the growl that crawls up my throat, can’t stop from pulling her close and lifting her up just enough until I can shove my face against the fabric hiding her from me, and when I do, I groan loudly as I inhale deeply.
“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me,” I mumble against her, and she moans again as both of her hands hold on to the back of my head.
“I-I’m not doing anything,” she stutters, gasping when I rub my nose against her soaked panties. “Oh.”
I repeat the action a few more times, feeling the dampness of her slick on my face as I reluctantly pull back before I try to chew through her panties like I’m desperately trying to reach the center of a tootsie pop. The moment my tongue grazes my lips, her taste electrifies my senses, evoking an animalistic craving to devour her. Instead, I grab her thighs, wrap them around me as best as I can, and fall back into the pillows surrounding us. She positions herself comfortably on me, but not quite in the right spot, and I can’t help but feel a small thrill with my next words to her.
“Move back and sit that needy little kitty on my cock, sweet girl. You’re gonna make her purr for me.” I smirk, and her eyes widen on me, lips parting in surprise as her cheeks burn bright.
Her body betrays her, with a subtle shift in her breathing and a sparkle in her eyes that hints at her secret affinity for dirty talk, something unexpected and yet exciting to learn.
Once the initial shock of my dirty words—words she’s never heard from me or likely anyone—wears off, she bites her lip and reluctantly moves until my shaft is right where she needs it. She doesn’t rest fully against me, the barest brush of her wet panties touching my pierced skin, so I give her a light tap on her leg that startles her and has her fully seating herself.
I groan at the full contact of the wet cotton on my bare skin, closing my eyes at the pleasure snaking its way down my spine. Cozy shifts, which has her rubbing against my sensitive flesh, causing the metal bars lining my underside to tug slightly. When my length is snug between her lips, pushing her panties against her clit, she gasps, and I nearly spill myself all over my stomach. I have to close my eyes and take several deep breaths to center myself and push back my need to come at the realization that I have my omega’s pretty cunt pressing against my cock. When I’m sure I’m good, I relax back, resting my hands behind my head as I look up at the woman of my dreams.
With her hair a mass of tangled curls, her exposed skin radiating a rosy, pink glow, and her eyes filled with a multitude of emotions, she’s a captivating sight to behold. Her plain pink cotton panties and bra are sexier to me than any revealing lace she could wear, and I yearn to reach up and pull the cups of her bra down to see if her nipples are still the soft pink that I remember.
As I stare up at her, all I can think is how the fuck did I get so godsdamn lucky?
Cozy nibbles on her lip, her skin turning a brighter shade of pink the longer I stare at her, and I know she’s waiting on me to tell her what else to do.
“Now show me how to make you feel good. Use me to relieve the ache, to figure out what you like, and take what you want.”
That blush of hers creeps back in at my direction, and fuck, I love how easy it is to bring it out with just a few simple words or actions. I hope she never stops blushing when I touch her or say certain things to her because it’s one of my favorite things about her, much to her dismay.
As she begins to protest, her voice falters when she locks eyes with me, her throat visibly tightening as she swallows hard and she makes a soft, anxious sound from the back of her throat, displaying her nervousness.
She wants this, wants to follow my instructions to ease the frustrating ache between her thighs while proving to herself that she can be intimate with someone after what she’s gone through. She just doesn’t realize it, and I know her lack of awareness of her own wants and desires stems from her tendency to overthink and become trapped in her own mind, so tonight we just have to find a way to quiet those negative thoughts.
“It’s just me and you here, Dove. You don’t have to second guess yourself with me. I’m yours to use and command. Yours to experiment with, without judgment. If you’re worried you’ll do something wrong, I promise you won’t. And if it’s just embarrassment, then that has no place here because there’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about. Not with me,” I tell her gently, my words filled with reassurance, but her hesitant expression doesn’t budge, despite the blazing lust in her gaze and the heady scent of her arousal surrounding us.
With a surge of my hips, I push my still ever-present erection against her soaking core, eliciting a gasp from her lips as she instinctively clings to my chest for stability. I reach out and grip her hip, holding her down against me with enough pressure that I know she feels every bar and metal ball pressing against her delicate pussy as I slowly thrust my cock against her, pulling sweet, sensual moans from somewhere deep inside that surprise her.
“You feel that, sweet girl? This is what you do to me just by existing. I’ve been hard since this afternoon when I caught you bent over that stuffed animal bin, tight leggings leaving nothing to the imagination. It drove me absolutely wild with jealousy at the thought of someone coming along and seeing my omega bent over that bin and getting aroused at the sight of you like I did,” I groan, my thighs beginning to burn from my slow thrusting, but loving how good she feels against me.
“Jeremiah,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my chest as the space between her thighs grows increasingly warmer, her panties becoming completely drenched in her slick.
“I’ll do all the work if that’s what you want, but I think you’ll enjoy it more if you show me what feels good for you.”
On my next thrust, I feel a tightening sensation in my groin as my spine tingles, my need to come becoming more incessant when I notice Cozy’s pupils dilating and her breathing quickening with each movement, the added friction from the fabric between us intensifying our pleasure. My teeth grind together as I fight against the overwhelming urge to come, persistently thrusting against her without pause.
“Ohhh… but t-this feels… oh, that’s-”
She whimpers, head falling back slightly, gasping with every slow, deliberate thrust that I tease her with as I continue to fight off my climax. Seeing her like this, experiencing pleasure and enjoying it at my hands, is a sight to behold, and it makes it easier to hold myself back because I need her to come first. Need to witness her losing control on top of me, urgently grinding herself against my cock to prolong her climax and subsequently wringing every bit of pleasure from me until I’m utterly spent and my overly full sac completely empty.
“Gods, you are so perfect, Cozette. I’m aching for you to slide this pretty pussy against my cock all by yourself like you’re here all alone and I’m nothing but the pillow you stuff between your legs to use for relief,” I murmur, a growl of pure need rumbling in my chest at the way her eyes flash with every word.
“My sweet, naughty Omega, rubbing against your Alpha to get off. I wouldn’t be able to control myself, knowing that you’re getting closer and closer to the edge because of how good you’re making yourself feel.”
My next thrust against her is a little harder, and when she cries out, I know I can’t hold myself back much longer. She’s close, I can feel it, but if she wants to fall over the cliff, she’ll have to push herself there.
“Come on, sweet girl. I’m desperate to watch you chase after your release as you take control. I want you to watch what you do to me as your slick seeps through these panties even more until your scent is embedded in my skin, marking me as yours and only yours. Don’t you want that too?”
I stop thrusting against her, relaxing back with my hands behind my head once again as I try to catch my breath, and she whines, clawing at my chest as she looks at me with desperate eyes that are glazed over with pure desire. Within seconds of me stilling beneath her, her hips roll instinctively, chasing that continued friction as she slowly rubs herself along my length, and my eyes roll into the back of my head when she grinds down hard with a loud moan.
It takes her a minute to find her rhythm, her movements hesitant at first as she shifts around until she has me where she wants. When she does, I’m done for. She grinds herself against me, hips rocking rhythmically, and each forward motion of her covered pussy against my pulsing cock sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, my senses overwhelmed. I’m barely hanging on by a thread when she digs her nails into my chest, blue eyes boring into mine as she pants and moans, completely lost in ecstasy.
“I-I-, oh gods. Alpha, ” she cries out, her hips stuttering and body tensing, and I can’t stop the purr that rattles to life when she calls me Alpha.
She’s still looking at me, but I don’t think she can actually see me through the haze of bliss clouding her eyes. I grab her hips to urge her to keep moving when she slows, praising her for how good she’s doing.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Don’t stop now,” I murmur breathlessly, eyes locked on the way my cock and piercings glisten more and more with her slick the closer she gets to shattering apart.
“I-I c-can’t! It’s too much,” she sobs, and I pull my eyes from where we’re connected, gripping her chin as I make her look at me.
“Oh, baby. Yes, you can. You’re gonna come on your Alpha’s cock like the good girl you are. And when you do, I’m going to dirty you up even more as I come all over these slick drenched panties and watch it soak through until I know your pussy is a sticky, filthy mess beneath that cotton.”
I nip her bottom lip, keeping my eyes on hers and catching the determined glint that flashes in her eyes as her chest heaves from exertion. Faster and faster, she rocks against me, skin glistening in the low light of the nest as a fine sheen of sweat coats her flushed body. Pieces of her hair stick to her forehead and cheeks, but she’s oblivious to it as her gaze stays locked on mine, and I see it the moment she crests that peak. When she completely unravels above me, her climax is so strong that tears glisten in her eyes and she can barely catch her breath as wave after wave of raw pleasure washes over her.
As her slick seeps through her panties, completely drenching my lap, and her muscles slowly relax until she’s boneless, I flip us around and bend her knees, spreading her wide and holding her open as I roughly thrust my cock against her still spasming pussy. Her eyes go wide, mouth open on a silent moan, as I pump my oversensitive shaft against her sopping center until my cock twitches and a deep, pleasurable groan escapes me as rope after rope of my seed spurts out of me, landing on her soaked panties.
I come so hard, my head spins, and when I can see straight, I’m enthralled as I watch the puddle dripping down Cozy’s center slowly soak into the fabric of her panties. I can’t help myself as I reach out and glide my knuckles over the wet cloth, pressing it more firmly against her. Rubbing my release more thoroughly into her skin and between her lips, she moans weakly, reaching for me.
I collapse beside her, immediately scooping her up and laying her on top of me. I help her get comfortable, and once she is, I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head as she relaxes against my chest, running my fingers up and down her back with featherlight touches.
“Wow,” she mumbles sleepily, and I can’t help but feel grateful that I got to witness every second of this night and be a part of it.
“You were perfect, baby. Everything I imagined and more,” I murmur against the top of her head, breathing her in and savoring it because she smells like me.
“I’m not broken, just a little banged up,” she whispers, more to herself than me, and my chest cracks open even more.
“No, you’re not broken, Omega. You’re just under construction.”
Her soft giggle has my lips curling, and I squeeze her tightly as I fight to keep my eyes open. My body feels drained of energy, but my soul is overflowing with contentment and joy as I hold my omega in my arms.
Once I feel Cozy’s breathing steady, I let exhaustion take over, shifting onto my side with Cozy cradled in my arms. I wrap myself around her, creating a warm and protective cocoon with my body, and as my eyes close, the outside world fades away. Nothing else exists but her in my arms.
My Dove.
My Omega.
My beating heart.