Chapter 34 #2
The tips of her ears turn red. Smiling to myself, I lean down and press a kiss on the flushed skin.
“Good.” Her chamomile scent grows richer. “As in you shouldn’t blame yourself. Nothing that happened was your fault. I’m sure the pack is happy to have you around.”
I tighten the arm around her shoulders, returning the sentiment. “We’re happy to have you here too. I could repeat all of that back at you.”
Her cheek rubs against me as she turns her head up at me. “I’m not used to packs being like this.”
“Like what?”
“In my old one, Ian made all the decisions. Whether you liked it or not, his words were final.” The phrasing doesn’t slip past me. She acknowledges them as her old pack now. “You guys are so different.”
“We would never treat you like that, Ariana.” I say seriously. “Sebastian doesn’t run this pack that way. Everyone’s voice is important here. Including yours.”
“I know,” she smiles at me. I smile back. We’re so close I would barely have to lean forward to kiss her.
Instead, we sit in comfortable silence, save for the rain tapping against the windows. Ariana’s hand on my stomach stills. Her breathing turns so slow I think she’s fallen asleep when she speaks.
“Jason?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you hold me? The way you did the first night I came here?” Her voice comes out sleepily.
“Of course.”
I slide my hand down from her shoulders to her hips as Ariana lifts the blanket off of herself. Her body half shuffles and is half lifted into my lap. She straddles my legs, lacing her arms around my neck.
“Like this?” I hold her loosely, one hand on her hips and the other caressing her back.
She hums satisfiedly, resting her head on my shoulder again. Her chest presses against mine, rising and falling slowly as she breathes. Letting my eyes shut, I inhale deeply, savoring her chamomile scent in its warmed and drowsy state.
Ariana pulls herself closer, tightening her arms around my neck. The omega moves her face closer, settling it in the crook of my neck. Her eyelashes tickle the skin faintly. She nuzzles her face from side to side in my neck contentedly.
My grip on her hips tightens. She’s scent marking me and rubbing herself against my scent gland. A trickle of warmth runs itself down from my chest, spreading throughout my body.
She pulls back, arms still wrapped around me. Strands of her hair stick out astray as she stares down at me. My hand on her back stops its movements as I wait for her to speak.
“Can I try on your glasses?” She asks, finally.
Pulling them off with one hand, I carefully slide them onto her face. They’re too big for her, falling down her nose. She pulls her hands from my neck to push the glasses up, blinking rapidly as she tries to focus.
“Pretty,” I murmur, studying how the dark frames contrast with her soft features.
“Jason, your vision is terrible.” Her sleepy voice carries genuine concern as she looks around the room, its contents likely blurred and distorted through my prescription.
“You’re getting glasses soon,” I remind her gently, my hands settling back on her hips.
“Mine won’t be this bad.” She turns her attention back to me, though I’m likely just a vague shape to her now. “Don’t these get in the way?”
I throw my head back against the couch. “Of what?”
“I don’t know.” Her fingers trace the frames. “Swimming? Kissing?”
I smile at her. “What do you think?” She blinks at me through them, not answering. “Want to try?” I mutter, unable to resist seeing her in my glasses.
Ariana leans forward in response, closing the slight distance between our faces. Her lips meet mine tentatively. I can faintly taste the honeyed tea we shared in the brief kiss.
“Were they in the way?” Still leaning my head against the back of the couch, I grin. Sitting on my lap, she’s raised enough to be above me.
Her delicate hands on my shoulders, she leans down again. Tenderly, our mouths connect once more. The frames of my glasses press gently against me as I cup the back of her head.
This second kiss is more assured than the first, but not faster. It’s unhurried and slow. When she pulls back for breath, her lips are parted and her eyes are half lidded under my glasses.
“Jason,” she whispers, shifting in my lap.
“Mmm?” My response comes out gravelly. Her drowsiness is lulling me to sleep too. Raising my head, I press another kiss against the corner of her lips.
She laces her arms back around my neck. I purr contentedly, stroking her back. I might fall asleep like this too. The omega shifts in my lap once more, rocking forward slightly. Her hips roll against me, slow and dreamily.
“Ariana,” I murmur quietly, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. “What are you doing?”
Vision turned slightly fuzzy without my glasses, I focus on her face. It’s still sleepy and her eyes are still half closed, but her cheeks are dusted pink.
Tilting her head, she softly presses her lips against mine again. Her breath hitches during the kiss. It’s impossible to not realize her intentions as she grinds herself slowly on my lap.
Lightly grabbing her hips, I help her roll against my dick. We’re separated by our clothing, but I’m stiffening regardless.
Ignoring my own desire, I wordlessly assist her in using me to find her relief. Our movements are still unhurried, soft and half sleepy. Ariana mewls quietly against my mouth, making my chest rumble as I purr.
Breaking the kiss, she buries her face into my neck again. Her breasts are pressed against me as she moves, and I can feel the nipples have stiffened through our shirts.
Neither of us speaks. The rain continues its steady rhythm against the windows, a soft background to the sounds of rustling fabric and the occasional catch in her throat or whimper when she finds the right angle.
I continue purring contentedly, tilting my neck as she nuzzles into my scent gland. One of my hands slides up beneath her shirt, stroking her back and holding her closer. The other continues guiding her hips, helping her move.
Her rhythm falters slightly, becoming less coordinated as she gets closer. I can feel the trembling of her thighs, hear the desperate little sounds she’s making into the crook of my neck. I murmur soft words of encouragement as she works herself toward release.
Her body shakes in my arms, a soft cry muffled against my throat as she grinds down one final time. I hold her through it, still caressing her back as she shakes and trembles, riding out the pleasure.
Ariana falls against me limply, breathing slowly starting to even. She falls asleep against my shoulder, arms still laced around me. Pressing a kiss to her temple, I sit stroking her back and listening to the rain for awhile.
Despite how tired I am, I don’t want to fall asleep anymore. I don’t want this moment to end. Eventually, Ariana shifts her head in her sleep, so I stand. Her neck might hurt in the morning if she’s in this position for too long.
Carrying her into the nesting room, I caress her hair with one hand. I tuck her beneath the blankets gently. Carefully, in order not to wake her up, I slide my glasses off her face.
“Goodnight, Ariana.” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers one last time.