54. Everette
Everette
Eyes closed and head rested back, I run through every scenario, sitting alone in our SUV. Any noise is muffled by the sealed doors, any light filtered through the nearly black tint. It's a small comfort when I don't want anyone to see me, to talk to me. I just want to be alone, in silence.
Every scenario, sentence, moment, literally anything I could have done wrong, replays in my mind.
Not just tonight, but anytime. The longer time goes on, the more hopeless and useless I feel.
I did something to hurt our mate and have no idea what it is.
How fucking pathetic is that? The little voice in my head reminds me that's just another reason she bonded with the others and not me.
Even though deep down, I know it isn't true.
I had stood there like a coward.
The others would have never given her space, would have never left her so distraught. The small relief I have is that I did follow her enough to know with certainty exactly where she was headed.
And now? Now, I'm hiding…also like a coward.
Recognizing that I'm spiraling, I try to steady myself.
I know it isn't helpful and will only get me nowhere, fast. I need my brain to find it's stillness so I can approach this logically and not emotionally.
I focus deepening my breathing, counting, and trying to find my center of balance and the serene forest I found home in, in my mind.
Hands raising and lowering as my stomach expands in deep, slow intakes, I—
"Everette." My name being practically shouted and the handle next to me being roughly pulled again and again makes my eyes fly open, I'm sure comically wide, jumping. My omega…
"O-Opaline?" I fumble, trying to unlock the door the same time she pulls for entrance.
It's a game I very much don't care for. Eventually, we both stop to look at each other through the dark tint and start to laugh at the absurdity and silliness of the moment, despite everything.
Holding a finger up, I tell her to stop trying to open the door so I can unlock it.
Finally, getting it open, we both move, reaching and grasping for the other, our appendages clumsy. She wins, and I help her climb inside and thankfully immediately onto my lap.
"Opaline…" I whisper, hands framing her gorgeous face. "Whatever I did…please, j—"
"…Bond me."
My jaw drops as she cuts me off, brow furrowing as I try to convince myself I just heard her correctly. "I…what?"
"Claim me, officially, please?" Her wide, tearful eyes trace my face, hands firmly on my chest. "Everette, I love you so god damn much. I need to feel you. I can't wait. I can't do this another minute. If you want this, want me, then please give me your bite."
"You're sure?" I hold back from pouncing, my body vibrating with the need rushing to the surface.
Truthfully, I thought I had this moment planned out.
I knew I wanted a grand, romantic evening for when we finalized our bond.
I wanted to give her the perfect fairytale moment that she could cherish.
But, right now? Right now, with her perfectly in my arms and seemingly just as desperate for me as I am for her?
Suddenly, that beautiful, planned-out moment is floating away like a bubble on the wind, and I'm not sure I entirely care.
"I've never been more sure of anyt—" I surge forward, gripping her face to mine, tongue and lips a tangle as she meets me halfway. Whimpers and sighs of relief fill the cabin of the SUV, my low growl of approval and lust joining her sweet sounds.
The scent of candied honey, wildflowers, and creamy vanilla explodes between us as our need takes over.
Her whine calls to my primal, hips rocking and searching for the spot to give her the most relief.
"Ever. I have to feel you. Right now, please.
No more waiting. Not another minute." Her palm lies heavily atop my chest, right over my heart.
Whether she means physically or emotionally, I don't know. I desperately want both.
"You don't need to beg for anything, sweet omega. I'm yours, body, and soon, soul."
"Oh, Ever—" Her gasp's muffled by the car's interior padding as I rip her leggings down the middle, hands urgent to pull my own pants down enough to please her and give her what she needs.
My cock jumps free, hitting my stomach and leaving behind a wet spot of precum.
Wordlessly, adjusting our positions, I grip her hips and help raise and lower her onto my aching, pulsing cock sitting heavily and hard in her hand.
Inch by inch, she takes more of me, and my eyes roll back in my head at the heavenly sensation as I try and fail to fight it.
I groan, muttering nonsense, already drunk off her scent and the feel of my omega hot and tight around me.
She finally sits fully, gripping me tight and dripping slick. Grinding back and forth a little, our mouths meet in what can only be described as an ungraceful, horrendous kiss, each of us lost in simultaneous relief and desperation, caught in a frenzy of need.
"Everette," she breathes, fucking me. Her lust-filled eyes meet mine, brimming with emotion that I can't wait to feel thrumming through my own chest.
"I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here…"
We enjoy each other for a while longer before the desire to rut grows too strong, my primal pushing for dominance in the need to claim our mate, to take the offer being gifted to us. The urgency to rut, bite, and claim is too strong. It's clear she's just as affected by her inner omega.
Gripping her hips, I fuck into her from below as she perfectly plays that little clit between us.
Hell, if there was a way I could fuck her and tongue her clit at the same time, I'd— "Fuck.
" Her cunt squeezes me tight enough to steal my breath as she starts to reach her peak, mouth opening.
Taking the moment, I slam my knot into her, filling her with my come as my teeth find the softness of her neck.
Her entire body shakes as I hold her up, pleasured screams loud enough to be heard beyond the backseat of this SUV.
Pulling back, still vibrating with the ecstasy of her release and trying to catch her breath, she meets my eyes just as she turns my head and sinks her teeth into my awaiting neck.
There, just past the pinch of pain…is the golden glow of my omega, coming to life in my chest, in my soul.
The overwhelming depth of her love fills any empty, unsure, insecure parts of me, the magnitude of it all claiming my breath by way of deep sobs. "Oh, baby." I sniffle, holding her to me, gratitude bursting out of my heart. "I'm sorry—"
Her own lip trembles against me and through our new connection I can feel what she's feeling.
I can almost even feel what she's thinking.
There is not an ounce of shame at my emotional display.
There is nothing but an unending well of love and adoration.
"You are my soulmate, Ever. I love you so much that I can't even put it into words.
" And damn it all, I know exactly what she's talking about, because I feel the same.
There is no other explanation that justifiably explains her importance to me on a soul level.
With tears streaming down our faces, cradled against each other, we simply feel into our new connection.
I can feel that she's somehow muted the connections to the others as our central bond.
As much as I am desperate to feel a secondary bond with Adrian and the others, I am so thankful right now… it's just us. Me and her.
Forever.