Chapter Sixteen
Darsh
I’d lived a long time without him, but now I couldn’t imagine how I had.
How I’d ever considered my bed warm and cozy when only I lay in it.
Because the moment we were together, under the covers and naked, everything in my life came together with a whoosh.
Everything. I wrapped my arms around my omega, the person who Fate gifted to me and who I hoped would be here next to me every night forever.
Or at least as often as he wanted to because it would be his choice, but he’d be welcome and nobody had to tell me that if he wasn’t here, I’d be waiting for him to come back.
But for now, he was here, and his lips were parted and welcoming, his skin under my questing palms warm and enticing.
There was no part of this man I didn’t want to know, in every sense.
“Omega, thank you for coming home with me. Are you sure you’re ready for this? ”
“I-I think so. How would I know though until I try it? I’ve never been with anyone else, as you know.”
“And never will be,” I asserted.
“Then you’ll always be the bet because I won’t have anything to compare it to.” He nipped my shoulder. “Will I?”
I growled. Even though he was joking, my wolf did not approve of the idea. “No. Because my mark will be right here on your neck.” I traced the spot. “That’s why I want you to be very sure.”
“I would not offend Fate by rejecting such a precious gift, but even if you were not my fated, I’d want you to mate and mark me. Please don’t keep me waiting, alpha.” He nipped at my shoulder then bit down, teeth, possibly fangs, sinking into my flesh.
“You marked me,” I muttered, shocked and nearly blind with desire. My omega marked me. He started to pull back, but I cupped the back of his head, wanting him to know I did not disapprove but not capable of more words while he pulled at the wound, taking blood before lapping it closed.
He tipped his face up to mine. “Is…was that all right? I didn’t plan…didn’t know…”
“My fierce omega.” Taking his lips, I thrust my tongue between them in foreshadowing of what we would be doing in seconds.
Grasping his hips, I moved him under me and pressed his knees to his chest, managing to keep kissing him to that point.
His slick coated my questing fingers, assuring me there was no need to wait, so I positioned my cock at his hole and, finally releasing his lips, drove inside.
He gasped, grabbing for my shoulders, and clung to me.
“I’m…alpha, yes!” His cry surprised me but not as much as the spurts of cum splashing my lower abdomen.
He was cumming without anyone even giving direct contact to his cock, blowing me away.
And although I’d only been inside him for seconds, I had to struggle to keep from joining him.
“You’re incredible,” I gasped, remaining still for a long moment to regain control. Or to try to. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Waiting for you.” He threw his head back, writhing under me. “Alpha, move please. I ache.”
“Of course, omega.” Withdrawing, I thrust inside again then retreated, again and again, faster and faster, the tight walls of his body squeezing me and making it impossible to slow down even if my omega had been willing to let me.
He was hard again, and I removed one of his hands from my shoulder and moved it to his cock.
“Stroke yourself, for me. I’m not coming until you come again. ”
Brave words while my balls tightened and my brain sizzled, but he set to work, squeezing and jerking himself.
Human males claimed they couldn’t come twice in a row, and many shifters said the same, but before I exploded, my omega proved he was fully capable of painting both of us with a second orgasm.
And then stars shot across my vision, and I filled my omega, my knot forming right behind the last drop of cum to hold it inside him, and I pulled him up to mark him, the coppery taste of his blood in my mouth.
Mine. Forever. My fated and true mate