Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
The kiss is intense from the very first touch of our lips.
Deep-seated desire rises right to the surface; heat spikes in my core and moves through my body, flushing every bit of skin.
He’s slow, calculated, and—most importantly—in control of the dance happening between us.
I feel passive and relaxed in his arms as I hand over my sovereignty completely.
I know I am safe with him. I have never felt so innately sure about something in my entire life.
I’m not sure how it happens, but I’m suddenly on my back, our lips still fused as the kiss becomes hurried and fervent.
Our scents tackle each other, fighting for dominance before deciding to morph, the heady champagne and bitter chocolate becoming a cocktail of temptation.
He settles between my parted thighs, one hand holding my cheek while the other trails down my neck and to my breast. He cups it, massaging it feverishly as everything heats up, and I find myself moving my hips forward, trying to feel his hardness in just the right spot for relief.
My body finds it, my core sliding over the perfect length of him.
He growls, eyes becoming heavy-lidded as I continue to thrust myself against him.
Our bodies work in tandem to alleviate the ache, every movement pulling heated sounds from our throats.
His hand moves underneath my shirt, the skin-to-skin contact enough to ground me in place.
“Do you want to go to my room?” he asks, the pads of his fingers feathering over the skin beneath my shirt; pondering, waiting.
“No, I can’t wait,” I tell him, and his pupils dilate even more, the black taking over the deep azure.
“Naughty girl,” he teases, already disposing of my clothes without any more encouragement. The hand sprawled on my stomach lifts my shirt over my head before he undoes the button of my jeans. “Would you like it if one of your scent matches came out here and found me having my way with you?”
I only groan, his words spurring me on even more as I’m left in my bra and hipster panties.
His eyes dart over me, from my breasts falling out of my bra, to my hip bones, to my stomach, to the apex of my thighs where he’ll surely be able to see a light wet spot from my slick.
He groans, unable to pinpoint which part of my body he wants to focus on first, before moving back over me and kissing my lips.
A moan tumbles out against his lips, our tongues teasing and taunting each other with expert skill that leaves me breathless and panting.
Every bit of skin lights up, burning for this alpha from the inside out.
He reaches around and unclips my bra, tossing it aside as his lips trail away from my mouth and down my neck, his kisses leaving heat in their wake.
When he gets to my chest, he wastes no time and pulls one of my nipples between his teeth, licking so softly that a mewl escapes me.
He moves to the other one and gives it the same treatment.
He pulls the skin underneath it into his mouth, sucking until it burns deliciously.
A moan escapes me, knowing the mark will remain, knowing that it’s a claiming.
I beg him to do it again, and he does, finding another section of bare skin on my mound.
This time, with my permission, the sting is even more prominent, and it shoots pleasure all the way to my core.
“If you let me, Omega,” he rasps, “I will mark every single sliver of skin until it isn’t a question that you are inexplicitly mine.”
He sits back, his fingers hooking into my panties, and he pulls them down, tossing them over his shoulder. He moves down, bending my legs back so he can look at me, bare and vulnerable for him.
My skin flushes as I wonder what he’s thinking. My mind goes over every little imperfection; how one labia is slightly longer than the other, how they protrude and cover my clit, how I haven’t shaved in a while because who wants to do that in a tour bus shower?
Maybe I should have shaved a little bit—
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says just before he closes the space and licks me right on my clit.
My hips buck, my body reacting to the movement before I can fully grasp it.
He starts slow, the tip of his tongue making circles around my clit as he spreads me open with his hands.
My lungs constrict, the feeling already too good and my body already too wound up.
My fingers slide into his hair, needing something to hold onto while he directs my pleasure higher and higher, working towards a crescendo.
He looks up at me, his eyes daring and confident, and I hold it, unable to look away. The longer we hold each other’s gaze, the quicker it is for Cyrus to send me over the edge.
“Oh my god, fuck,” I hiss out, my back arching as the sensation overtakes me.
My body bends, almost crushing him between my thighs as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
He never slows, only continues the tiny movements as the pleasure heightens.
My fingers pull his hair, stars dance behind my eyes, and then my body goes lax.
Little aftershocks spark before he gives one final lick and retreats.
Cyrus pulls away and stands up before reaching behind his neck and tugging his shirt off in one move. My half-lidded gaze zeroes in on the physique he’s been hiding under his shirt, and my entire body sings with delight.
I’ve seen him in photoshoots and such, the visions always highlighting the boys’ amazing bodies, but I didn’t think it would leave me this captivated in person.
His skin is tan, and his muscles bunch and tense as he works on undoing his belt.
When he finally gets his jeans and boxers down, and his delicious cock springs forward—with the most beautiful swollen knot that I’ve ever seen—I’m not able to stay still any longer.
I get off the couch and go down on my knees in front of him.
“What are you—” The question stops as I take him into my mouth. Instead, he lets out a guttural moan, his head flying back for a moment before he turns back to look down at me. His eyes blaze with heat, and his lips curve with a satisfied smirk.
“My omega,” he whispers as I move up and down his shaft. His pre-cum tastes like his chocolate scent, and I moan around him, loving the sweet bitterness. His hips start to move, thrusts quickening, and I groan as I become a vessel to be used for his pleasure.
It always brings me more pleasure when the person I’m with uses my body however they want, and this is no exception.
If anything, it’s utter ecstasy because the trust I have for this alpha is unmatched.
The heat in his eyes, the slow movement of his hips, it’s all for me, and that sends another bout of my perfume spiraling in the air.
“I need to be inside of you,” Cyrus grits out, his jaw tense. “Now.”
I pull off him, loving the dark chocolate aftertaste left on my tongue. I move to get on my knees on the sectional and look back at him with a dark smirk.
His pupils are blown as his eyes trail over me; then he moves to go to the other side of the room, and an omega whine travels up my throat.
“It’s okay, baby,” he reassures. “I’m just going to get a condom.”
“Can we—” I start, biting my lip. “Can we not? I want to feel you.”
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath as he walks back to me, his hand firm around himself as he strokes. “Do you want my cock bare, Omega?”
I nod. “Fuck, yes.”
Cyrus takes his place behind me, his hands palming the globes of my ass as a groan develops in his chest. He slaps me once, twice, and then soothes it with soft touches that leave me keening.
“Alpha,” I whine. “Please.”
He doesn’t leave me waiting a moment longer.
His hands grasp my hips, holding me in place as he lines himself up and thrusts inside.
He is bigger than I’m used to, a size fit for a prime, but it’s still just as good.
The pressure is mind-blowing as he works his way in, his hold on me bruising deliciously.
“That’s my beautiful mate,” Cyrus croons.
My back arches as he bottoms out, his knot resting along the rim of my entrance.
I’ve never felt so full in my life, the tight squeeze a beautiful agony as we pause so I can get acquainted.
In the back of my mind, a thought blooms. This is just the first time he’s taken me.
One day, this moment will be a blur, and that in itself leaves excited goosebumps prickling all over my body.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, leaning over more so my face can rest on the sectional pillow.
He pulls out all the way and then thrusts back in. The movement makes me gasp, the feeling incredible. It’s even better when he does it the second time, and then we find a rhythm that causes me to sing with pleasure with every thrust.
“Are you going to let me knot this pussy?” he hums, his voice a dirty taunt in my ear. “Can you handle it, Omega?”
“I—I don’t know,” I say between a moan and a gasp, my fingers clutching the fabric of the couch.
“Have you ever been knotted before?”
I shake my head, a groan breaking free when he hits the right spot.
“Fuck,” he says in response, his body faltering in its speed. “I’ll make it good for you, baby. Just give me the word, and I’ll give it to you. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
“Will you—” A moan escapes, his thrusts picking up. “Will you play with me? Touch my—”
I can’t seem to get the words out, and Cyrus must not understand me because he says, “Touch what, Omega?”
I retract my hands from the cushion and reach behind me, spreading myself for him as my cheeks flush.
“Oh, baby.” A strangled sound escapes him and then his thumb is near my crease, trailing down. “That’s so fucking hot. You want me to play with your tight, little hole, Omega?”
The pad of his thumb taps me there, one, maybe two times, and a moan escapes my throat.
The vulnerability of it makes my stomach flip, along with the intimate notion that this is my scent match, my prime.
I have nothing to worry about, which is confirmed when an extra dose of his delicious chocolate scent permeates the air, indicating his enthusiasm for my wanton desire.
His thumb moves more deliberately, his thrusts just as powerful as before.
He reaches down, collecting some of the slick between us around his thumb, and then presses firmly against me.
When he breaches the barrier and pushes past the ring of muscle, my entire body bristles, waiting to feel the fullness I so desperately need.
“Do you like that, baby?” he whispers, his teeth nipping at my shoulder. My omega whines, losing all inhibition. “Just wait until one of your other mates are around, then you can have one of us in both of your greedy holes.”
I let out a loud cry, his words sending electric shocks down to my clit.
His thumb continues its movements, the pressure of it so divine as his thrusts kick into a higher gear.
He pushes further in my ass, and I feel the base of his hand as his thumb is absorbed all the way inside.
I nearly croak, my head going back as I let the feeling overtake me, my pussy squeezing around him.
“Yes,” Cyrus barks, his body straining with the pleasure between our bodies. “I can feel it. You’re so fucking close. Can I knot you, baby? Let me fill you for the first time. Let me show you how good it is.”
I can feel myself pulsing, my head moving with every movement. “Please. Please. Please,” I cry. “Please knot me, Alpha.”
Without pulling his thumb out, he pushes all the way in on his next thrust, his knot stretching me.
I can’t think of anything but the overwhelming explosion of pleasure that it sends through my body as I come, the abruptness of it shocking as I fall over the edge face first. The cry that flies out is so loud there is no way the other guys can’t hear us, no matter how drunk they were when we returned.
The thought spurs me on rather than hinders me, though, as I let it burst out of me in waves.
I want them to know how good their prime is treating me, how much I want this exact feeling with each and every one of them.
Every movement of his knot inside of me sends aftershocks.
He pulls his thumb out, the movement making me feel empty and exposed.
Cyrus’s hips falter as a low hiss escapes him, his cock pulsing inside of me.
We bask in the aftermath of our climaxes, the feeling of being together for the first time blending with every touch to heighten our pleasure.
He maneuvers us so we’re side to side on the couch, its soft material now embedded with our scents. He holds me close, his breath heavy in my ear.
Fuck, I could come again if he just kept—
And he does, his hips moving in tiny thrusts, almost by instinct as he groans into my shoulder.
I cry out again as my body spasms once more, the feeling so good that I could do this with him forever.
Gently gyrating and pulling gratification from each other.
I feel his cock twitch again, another spurt of come spilling into me.
When we finally catch our breaths, we come back to our little bubble. Everything feels different as we look at each other. We are literally morphed together, forever changed by this step we just took.
“Fuck,” he whispers. His blue eyes peer into mine with a softness that I’ve never experienced before. It’s intimate, gentle, vulnerable; it’s something I’ve only ever seen in old romantic movies.
“Fuck,” I echo, my fingers combing through his hair in a slow, careful pace.
There’s no going back. My omega knows it—this is our prime, and I’m going to do whatever I can to be the omega he deserves by his side.