Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Morris
A rbor sobs and stiffens.
My heart seems to stop as I pull away from our kiss to study her face. She tugs against my hold on her wrists, and I release her.
“I’m so fucking sorry. Are you okay?” I ask, afraid to move.
She nods, wraps a hand around the back of my neck, and uses the other to shove my shoulder. “I’m great. Sit on the bench. I’m taking over.”
“Really?” I’m not proud of the fact my dick jumps inside her, but she’s so tight it’s taking my damn breath away.
“Yes.” She nods frantically, giving me another shove.
Every tiny movement seems to wedge her deeper down my shaft, and my legs shake with the force of how strongly I’m holding myself back from thrusting.
I circle her lower back with my forearm, pull her off the wall, and carry her to the bench. I’m careful as I sit, and she kneels over me.
Arbor nuzzles her cheek to mine, her nails digging into my shoulder. “It’s probably a good thing we’re in here. I’m already dripping all over you.” She rises on her knees, until just my crown is inside her, and falls.
My teeth ache as my instincts scream at me to claim her. “Being coated in your slick turns me the fuck on.”
“Yeah?” Her slippery tits bounce around my chest with every rise and fall, but I’m too captivated by watching her face to see if I can get one into my mouth.
“Fuck yes, I can’t believe you’re actually taking my cock. You’re such a good girl.” My hand tightens on the curve of her hip, and she brushes her lips over mine. “You make me so goddamn happy,” I tell her, clearing my throat. “Happier than I knew was possible.”
She nods. “Me too.”
There’s no doubt about it. It’s the most intimate moment of my life as she kisses me. It’s tender and sensual all at once, making my head foggier as she works farther down my length.
Eventually, reality catches up, and I remember I’m supposed to be teasing her clit. She moans long and loud as I try out the pattern she seemed to like last night, and it isn’t long before she’s bouncing with so much force that I grab her ass to keep her from taking too much.
“I’m trying so hard to stay clear. My instincts are screaming to rut up into you like a fucking animal.” My knot throbs painfully, but we have all the time in the world to work up to that. I’ve never knotted anyone before, so it’s not like I’m missing anything.
“I’m good with that.” Her cheek bumps mine as she nods, digging her nails into my neck. “Totally on board with that plan.”
I already feel like I’m walking a tightrope. Pleasing her is my number one goal, but she’s also healing. Pushing her limits would be a huge mistake. I need her to enjoy this enough that she wants to do it again.
“Whoa, I think I got high on your pheromones,” she whispers, smiling against my cheek. “Why don’t you take over? I liked that plan. Fuck up into me, please. I’m so close, but I need something more.”
My head tilts, and her eyes are hazy, but she seems okay. Not like she’s past the point of being able to consent or too foggy to tell me if something hurts.
I abandon her clit to wrap both hands around her ass and plant my feet on the floor.
Arbor collapses against my chest as I pump up into her in measured strokes. Her cherry blossom scent is everywhere, spurring me on. No matter how hard I try to limit my thrusts, I still bump the bottom of her pussy on the next rut.
We both groan, and her inner walls quiver, which doesn’t help me keep my composure. Not one fucking bit.
I work on grinding over her clit with every thrust because if she doesn’t get there soon, I’m going to come before she does.
“Morris…” The rest of whatever she intends to say disappears into a slur of words I can’t quite understand. She obviously needs something. I just don’t know exactly what that is.
Omegas thrive on praise. They need to be told how much they’re loved and wanted.
“You’re absolutely perfect. You know that, right, sweet girl? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” I tilt my head to study her face, my hair falling everywhere. It’s a pain in the ass, but I can’t bring myself to bother with moving it. “You’re a fucking gift.”
Arbor reaches between us as she starts to bounce on her knees, meeting my thrusts.
I’m not prepared at all for my knot to slip inside her opening. It’s not even all the way lodged into place, but Arbor slams herself down even harder, sobbing incoherently. My shaft jumps, and my crown brushes the bottom of her pussy.
I struggle against my instincts. They scream to paint her cervix with my cum because now is the perfect time to breed her. I still can’t form words as my teeth throb and my knot swells, fully locking us together. It’s another way nature encourages breeding between alphas and omegas. As soon as I fill her up, my knot will keep all that hot cum inside her.
Arbor wiggles her hips, and every movement sends pleasure radiating through my body. She rambles, but I don’t catch much of what she says. “…bite me!”
If I was a decent alpha, I’d be asking her if she’s okay, but my fucked-up head is in full-blown caveman mode. My dick thickens inside her as my balls ache, and it’s a struggle not to let my biology take over.
Based on how thick her pheromones are, I don’t think she’s in pain. She trembles, and her core milks my shaft, which also helps convince me that she just needs to come.
Every sensation seems to lessen my ability to form rational thoughts.
The only things I can focus on are the way she drips around my bare cock. How her tits feel bouncing against my skin. Even the warmth of her breath on every exhale.
Her cherry blossom scent floods my nose every time I take a breath, and it doesn’t help anything.
As Arbor starts to grind, everything outside of her disappears. It’s the weirdest tunnel vision I’ve ever experienced. The water still pings against our skin, and the air is still thick with steam, but all I can process is her.
“You feel so good. So hard. Perfect. Alpha, please!”
Goddammit, I wish I knew what she was asking for.
Tightening one hand on her ass, I use the other to pull her hair back from her face. She stretches up to meet me, but instead of kissing me, she bites into my lower lip.
An omega biting an alpha is like a gauntlet being thrown.
“Oh, sweetheart. I hope you know what you’re doing.” My fingers dig into her hair, tugging her back enough that she has no choice but to look me in the eye. “You’re mine already. I’m knot deep in your pretty pink pussy, about to fuck you full of my seed. Are you sure you want my bite too? We can’t take it back?—”
“Yes,” she sobs, gyrating her hips. “I want you.” Her tits leak milk, and it only makes my cock harder. It must be that whole biology thing because it makes me ache to fuck her full of another baby.
Her whimpering moans send me over the edge, and I buck up into her, letting go.
“Milk my cock just like that. Get ready, sweetheart. I’m gonna fucking blow, and you’re going to soak up every single drop of my cum.” My balls throb and pleasure rips through my system.
I snarl, pulling her close and biting into her lower lip. I’m so fucked up, I don’t know if my eyes are closed or if I lose my vision as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced rips through my body.
I’m a little scared I’m leaving bruises on Arbor’s hip from how deeply my fingers dig in. She continues working over my throbbing shaft, even though I’m frozen in place, lapping at her blood like a vampire.
Her pleasure hits the bond, and my eyes pop open as I realize she accepted the link. Retracting my teeth, I lick over the bite to clean and seal it.
The little omega grins, pulling back with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry.” My chest aches, and I spot the claw marks as I’m trying to figure out why she would apologize.
“Nah, don’t be. I’m a little afraid I left bruises on your hip.” I grimace, shaking my head. “I am sorry about that. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“No,” she hisses, jabbing a short finger at my face. “You don’t get to feel guilty. They’re the sexy kind of marks.” She slams her lips to mine, and my heart races.
I officially get to spend the rest of my life making sure she understands how loved she is.
Gracie wakes up as Arbor and I are getting dressed. I’m mostly done, but Arbor has more garments to put on than I do.
My newly bonded mate frowns. “We’re lucky she didn’t wake up while we were still locked together.”
I snort, bending to kiss her forehead. “That we are. I’ll be more mindful next time you’re begging for my knot.”
“Hey,” she says, pulling on her panties. “Don’t be hasty.” She laughs. “Would you mind grabbing her? You had less to put on than I did.”
Slapping her panty-clad backside, I take off with a wide smile on my face. “I was already planning on it.”
Time is moving a little faster than I would like.
Gracie gets bigger with every passing day, and it’s exciting when she learns a new skill, but damn, it makes my heart ache.
Maybe Hael is right. Being an only child leaves them with no siblings to play with. Picking up the baby, I move her to the dresser we keep the portable changing pad on. She gnaws on her hand, occasionally fussing. It’s cute as hell. It’s like she can’t decide if she wants to cry or be content.
“Oh, kiddo. If only you knew how loved you are.” I tickle her tummy, holding her in place with one hand as I prepare the diaper-changing supplies with the other.
The furniture should be here soon, and it can’t come fast enough. She’s nowhere close to rolling over yet, but it makes me nervous.
I keep my eyes on her at all times when I’ve got her up here, and usually a hand too. It’s like a four-and-a-half-foot drop. The last thing I need is for her to get lucky, make a once-in-a-lifetime roll, and have her get hurt.
I’d never forgive myself.
I’m so focused on getting Gracie changed that I don’t sense anyone else until Hayes comes to a stop at my side.
He grins, offering Gracie his finger. “Food is downstairs, and Hael is in the shower in his room.” He nods to the bathroom. “Is Arbor still in there?”
“Yeah,” I agree, rolling up the baby wipes and tossing them into the trash. “She should be out soon.”
Hayes sighs heavily. “Good. We all need to talk.”
“Why?” I growl, suddenly on edge.
“My brother called me today and faxed me a bunch of paperwork. I don’t want to rush the two of you into bonding, but you?—”
“Already did,” I tell him, fastening the straps on Gracie’s diaper. She kicks and wiggles, making it a whole process to get her back into the zipper onesie. “Why does it matter?”
Hayes scoops Gracie up while I’m still in the process of tossing her used diaper. “I only want to have to go over it once. Grab Arbor and meet us downstairs.”
He takes off, and my proverbial hackles rise.
I don’t like the sound of that.
Not one fucking bit.
Arbor, Hael, and I sit around the table. Gracie is in her oscillating bouncy chair, completely content for the moment, but I’ve been on edge since Hayes said we all need to talk.
He comes back to the table, dropping a stack of paper in front of Arbor.
“I spoke to my brother today.” He sighs, sliding into the chair on the other side of Arbor. “He sent me that, and a lawyer in our area is on standby to file them as soon as we’ve signed.” Hayes twists toward our omega and goes on. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but right now, our claim to be on Gracie’s birth certificate is tenuous, at best. According to Easton, the hospital should have asked for a copy of our pack commitment or marriage license in order for all of us to be listed. His tech guy said it’s probably not an issue, or it won’t be unless that dick files for custody, but the best way to circumvent any problems is to file the paperwork immediately.”
Arbor flips through the pages. “Okay, someone find me a pen.”
“Really?” Hael asks.
She shrugs. “We’re already bonded, but more than that, I want to do whatever offers Gracie the most protection from Adam.” Her lips vibrate as she exhales. “I finally feel safe from him, but thinking that he could pursue a relationship with Gracie scares the hell out of me.”
My eyes meet Hayes’s.
From what he’s said, there’s a solution to that. It’s just highly illegal and would require the twins owing their brother one .
Still, at this point, I’m pretty sure it’s our only option if we want to sleep soundly at night.
Despite my size, I’m far from what I would consider a stereotypical alpha. My first course of action is always to de-escalate rather than to opt for violence, but in this situation, it feels like the safest choice to preemptively eliminate the threat.