24. Adrian
Adrian
Hearing his name straight from her lush, perfect mouth has me riding the line, nearly losing control. Every instinct I have is driving my attention to her neck, the soft skin waiting for my teeth to claim and rut.
Leaning in, my nose traces her cheek, down to her neck, landing on that addictive scent gland of hers. Filling my lungs straight from the source, a sound somewhere between a purr and growl vibrates through me.
"Mine."
"Yours…"
The moment hangs between us, the only sounds our heavy breathing and the downpour as rain falls in sheets around us.
Her eyes watch me, every slight movement, tracing my face until they finally land on my lips.
I can't help it, can't stop myself. My tongue dips out slightly between them just before my teeth capture my lower lip.
Opaline watches, a whine slipping free as her chest heaves.
Like a spark igniting, our mouths clash together, lips and tongues a tangle.
The world fades, a fog bleeding into the edges of my vision until all I see is her, all I feel is her under me.
Her need hangs in the air, potent enough to bring me to my knees if I wasn't the only thing keeping her upright.
Our hips tease and chase each other's, her whimpers slipping free, as the frantic energy builds between us.
Pulling back, I hold her chin, foreheads resting together. "Tell me…tell me you want this, Opaline."
"I want all of you, Adrian. I need it, I need you."
"Fuck, little one. You have me until my dying breath."
Her jackets and remaining clothes fly to the ground, my flannel and shirt quickly following as I set her down and we kick off our shoes. I turn and watch as she pulls what she can under her before laying down.
And, god damn, there's never been a more perfect image.
I have no doubts, this…will be seared into my soul even after my body gives in to its end.
My omega's dark hair falls in thick waves, messy after being trapped under her helmet.
Her pale skin is like a beacon of beauty against the gloomy weather, rain, and night sky. My omega is perfect.
If the gods gave me the tools to mold and carve my ideal mate from clay, eternity wouldn't be enough to perfect or compare to the sight before me.
Toeing my pants off, I kneel in front of her where she lies waiting, and watch her pupils dilate as she takes me in.
It's enough to make my inner alpha puff up in pride at proof our physical stature pleases our mate.
She sees we're strong, can protect her, and care for her.
Resting back on her elbows, she lifts her legs so that her calves and ankles now cover the area that's practically dripping slick into a puddle beneath her.
Right now, it's where my primal wants us to be buried.
"Let me see you," I urge, fingers feather light on her knees.
Her expression turns nearly shy and I feel my lips tug up at the pink tint of her cheeks growing darker as the seconds pass, even shadowed.
"Omega, my mate, I've dreamed and fantasized about this moment.
How you'll taste on my tongue, how you'll feel hugging my knot.
I'm not above begging, little one." Raising a brow, she fights the smile I've managed to pull out of her.
Slowly, she parts her legs, and my body's reaction is immediate.
"Fuck, pretty girl. Would you look at that?
" I kneel before her, hands desperate to touch every inch of her, please her, do anything for her.
I groan, positioning myself so my face is inches from heaven.
"I knew your pussy would be perfect. Please, kitten, let me taste you?
" The slightest nod of consent is all I need to dive in between her legs.
My eyes roll back, hips grinding and desperate against whatever fabric is beneath me.
I devour her slick, focusing on that little bundle I already know makes her feel so good. Finally, her fingers grip my hair, hips grinding against me. "That's right, fuck your alpha's face," I mumble against her soaked skin. "I've got you, let go omega."
"M-more," she pleads, breathlessly. I shove two fingers inside of her with little resistance, dancing over the same spot along her inner walls as I tongue her clit until she's screaming and shaking against me.
Locking her in place the best I can with one arm wrapped around her thigh, I hold her and continue to wring out every second of pleasure I can.
"Knot, alpha. Please," she whines, reaching to pull me closer, on top of her.
My weight settles seamlessly between her shaking thighs. On instinct, our mouths meet in a kiss that would have anyone believing this was our hundredth time being intimate. It feels more natural than I could have possibly dreamed.
"Adrian…" she starts, pulling back to look me in my eyes. "I'm yours. I want your bite. If you're ready—"
My alpha surges back to the surface, fisting her hair at her nape and dipping the head of my cock into her molten sex.
With slow, small strokes, I push into her, further and further.
Each pump back inside earns me a small gasp as our eyes stay locked on one another, mouths open in ecstasy.
Growling, I realize I'm finally seated inside her fully, my swelling knot now resting against her slickened flesh. "Okay?" I breathe.
"Perfect." Her voice is low, mirroring my own like we're sharing secrets.
My hips move, working in and out of her cunt in deep, hard strokes. I can't resist nibbling and tracing my tongue down the side of her neck. I know exactly where my claim will live. I want it high and proud, visible for every fucking other alpha to know she's taken, claimed, and mine.
I haven't earned this, haven't earned her affections. But I vow here and now, I will spend every single day devoting myself to my soul's fated, perfect match. I tell her as much, watching the orgasm build under her flushed skin, that beautiful mouth parting further with every thrust.
Raindrops slip between leaves and branches, landing with a chill against my heated back as I cover her smaller frame.
Her inner walls tighten, strangling my dick as her eyes flutter closed, both of us releasing animalistic sounds. Fuck, I can feel how close she is. With a few more deep and hard thrusts, I push my knot inside, feeling it nestle in the spot the heavens created for me, her alpha.
At once, her head's tipped back, neck exposed for my taking as obvious ecstasy consumes her completely.
The pressure on my knot is unlike anything I've ever experienced, even before I pushed omegas away entirely.
As my own climax claims me, I lean in with a snarl, teeth sinking into her soft skin, the slight taste of blood filling my senses.
I rut, grinding and pushing inside her as much as I can, being locked inside her heat, chasing the pleasure for us both.
In a display of my devoted truth, I expose my neck to her in return. With no pause, I tense as her teeth land in my own neck. The position is nearly the exact mirror of my own claim, on hers.
Then...finally, I feel her. The sensation is strong enough to take my breath away, gasping for a full breath of air as I hold her close, cradling her the best I can in our current position.
The doubts I felt about not being worthy nearly wither at the force of her emotions, support, and utter longing for us to be together. "You have me…" I confirm, stray tears mixing with the rain coating my cheeks. "Forever, you have me, I promise you."
I repeat the words, holding her close and adorning my mate with the smallest physical touches to show her how much she means to me.
Through the new bond, it's a nearly frantic chaos of us both breaking past barriers and washing away remaining doubts with affection and something I can't bring myself to acknowledge yet.
"Forever, Opaline. Forever, you have me," I murmur again, sweetly, against the shell of her ear, feeling her own truth of the shared sentiment.