7. Sage
Sage
Itry my hardest not to snarl at Ever and Cald.
Well…kind of.
Fine, that's a lie; they need to get the fuck out.
The line I'm riding is thin, and the leash to my alpha is turning into a single thread ready to snap, like those old stretchy beaded bracelets that would pinch my arm hair.
Opaline is a drug to my senses, her perfume another layer of intoxication.
Diving back in, I waste no time claiming my perfect mate.
My other half. Our mouths meet in a damn erotic kiss, hips grinding and desperate for each other.
"Mmm, fuck. Fuck, Opaline," I breathe out, like I'm running and winded.
"I can't believe this is happening." There's a sense of urgency under my skin that I'm trying to deny.
Not because I think she'll change her mind and I need to move now.
But because I need this moment to be us, not our primals.
Just her and me. And I don't know when she'll be pulled under again.
"I love you, Sage. I'm yours forever, baby." I hear our packmates leave, the door shutting softly, thankfully. Part of the weight on my shoulders eases at their absence, some of my desperation to move as quickly as possible going with it.
Slipping my hand between us, I gather some of her slick and coat my dick in it, placing my tip at the heat of her core.
"Fucking christ." The feeling of pushing into her for the first time is literal nirvana.
Our mutual moans bounce off the walls, the feeling overwhelming as I inch my way into her.
I hope it feels this unbelievable for her.
"Mmm. God, yes," I groan. "Omega, your pussy is going to be the death of me.
" My eyes roll back as I speed up my thrusts, tilting her hips.
I'm ready. Ready for her to take my knot, take my come, and take my bite.
I'm not wasting time. I drill into that little spot that always turns her into a needy, whimpering mess.
"Sage! Oh, god," she sighs, moaning and begging. Her desperation for a deity is constant as she calls out only feeding my ego.
My hips snap, my cock hard and deep, sweat already starting to coat my skin.
"That's it. Fuck, that's it." My knot's swollen and screaming to find its home in her inner nesting spot.
"Gonna fill you up with my come until it spills out, dripping down your thighs.
Then I'm gonna gather it up and make you swallow whatever spills out, down into your belly.
" Her pussy tightens almost painfully at the image I paint, which only spurs me on, eyes rolling back, a stream of curses falling from my lips ineloquently.
"My dirty little omega likes that, doesn't she?
Wants to be fucked and filled by her alpha? "
"Oh god, Sage. Yes, god yes!" Her words die out in a strangled moan as she tightens that little cunt, her orgasm hitting and sending rippling waves over my cock as she comes, hands reaching and searching for purchase. "Bite, alpha. Bite. Please," she begs breathlessly.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just as my own orgasm wrecks me, my come erupts against her inner walls, my knot swelling and locking inside her.
I grip her hair at the base of her scalp, exposing her beautiful neck to me, and sink my teeth into her soft flesh.
The twinge of metal and the taste of her blood overtake my senses.
I try to gently remove my teeth, catching sight of dribbles of blood trailing from the new wounds. The urge to clean and lick, the urge to tend to her wound, is a nagging claw to my brain. But my sweetheart uses the moment I pull back to finalize our connection.
Her teeth pierce through my own skin, but the pain is fleeting.
Something I would do a thousand times over for the connection I now feel blooming to life between us on a soul level.
Vaguely, I feel her pull away, her tongue soothing my claiming mark against my neck.
I can't open my eyes. All I can do is feel.
Feel it all. Fucking hell… I had no idea the love she truly had for me was this deep.
It's too much. My chest tightens, the weight of a small boulder suddenly on my back, curving my shoulders inward.
Pressure consumes my head, jaw tense. The sob that slips free from me would be embarrassing, would be shameful and pathetic.
But, simply because I can feel her emotions, her reactions real time, I know it's not.
She feels nothing but loving and fiercely protective, her heart open to…
taking care of me…protecting me. For the first real time in my life, I know someone truly loves me.
She isn't lying, she isn't just saying it.
The depth and well of it all crashes through me.
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry." I open my eyes, blinking to clear the tears lingering on my dark lashes.
My gaze reaches her own, her bright, beautiful green eyes stare back at me, silver lining and spilling from the sides, into her hairline.
"Oh, baby. Shhh, shh. It's overwhelming, huh?
" I place my forehead to hers, tucking her wild locks behind her ear, thumb tracing along her jaw and down to her cheek, the bite I placed upon her neck calling to me like a lighthouse in a dark sea.
My lips are gentle as I kiss directly over the indentions, tongue peeking out to soothe the pain away.
I want to soothe all her pains away, forever.
I'll carry it all for her, no matter the weight.
I can take it. I do my best to navigate the very new bond between us and push the emotion, security, and blind devotion I can offer her directly, so she knows exactly how much I adore and love her.
My dream come true.
We stay like this, in each other's arms, tangled together and tending to our marks. Whispered 'I love you's' are the only words we share as we both find our footing, so-to-speak, with the bridge between our hearts before Heat haze takes her again.