I gasp, momentarily unable to form words. The sensation of fullness is overwhelming, my body stretching to accommodate him. Noah holds perfectly still, giving me time to adjust, his hands steady on my hips.
“Okay?” he asks, concern threading through the desire in his voice.
I nod, unable to speak as pleasure ripples through me. My hands grip his shoulders for balance as I experimentally rock my hips, drawing a groan from both of us.
“Perfect,” Noah murmurs, guiding my movements with his hands. “You feel perfect, Holly.”
He sets a slow rhythm, lifting me slightly before pulling me back down, each thrust hitting deep inside me. I follow his lead, learning the pace he wants, the angle that makes him groan.
As we move together, I become aware of a building pressure in my lower abdomen, different from the pleasure of our joining. A warmth that spreads outward, making my skin hypersensitive and my thoughts fuzzy around the edges.
“Noah,” I gasp, recognizing the sensation. “I think—I think my heat...”
“Oh, you’re in it now, baby.” He nods, his eyes dark with desire. “I can smell it. Who knew it was possible for you to smell even sweeter.”
The confirmation sends a fresh wave of slick gushing from me, easing his movements as he picks up the pace. My body responds eagerly, internal muscles clenching around him with each thrust.
“The nest,” I manage between moans. “I should?—“
“You will,” Noah growls, his hands tightening on my hips as he drives up into me. “I’ve got you right now. Just hold still.”
The note of command in his voice makes me shiver, my omega nature rejoicing at being claimed so thoroughly. I surrender to the sensation, letting him take control as the heat builds inside me.
“Alpha,” I whimper, the word slipping out again. “Please?—“
“What do you need?” Noah asks, his voice rough with exertion. “Tell me what you need, omega.”
“Your bite,” I gasp, the words tumbling out before I can consider them. “I need your bite. Make me yours.”
Noah’s rhythm falters for a moment, his eyes searching mine. “You’re sure?“
I laugh at the question, causing me to clench around him a way that makes him groan. “Are you seriously asking at this point?”
He studies my face for any hint of hesitation then lets out a rueful laugh. “Just want to be sure.”
I grind down on him, hard enough to see stars. “Either you claim me or I’m biting you again. Somewhere more sensitive this time.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart.”
Noah’s thrusts become more forceful, more deliberate, each one driving me closer to the edge. I feel his knot beginning to swell again, catching on my entrance with every movement.
One hand slides up my back to tangle in my hair, pulling my head to the side to expose my neck. His mouth hovers over my pulse point, his breath hot against my skin.
“Mine,” he growls, and then his teeth sink into the sensitive juncture where my neck meets my shoulder.
Pain and pleasure explode through me simultaneously, so intense I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. My body convulses around him as I come, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me. I’m dimly aware of Noah’s knot locking inside me, of his release flooding my insides, but it’s all secondary to the bond forming between us—a golden thread connecting us mind to mind, heart to heart, soul to soul.
I feel him—not just physically, but emotionally, mentally. His fierce protectiveness, his unwavering devotion, his bone-deep love for me. It’s overwhelming, beautiful, perfect.
As the initial intensity fades, I become aware of my surroundings again. Noah is still holding me, his knot keeping us joined, his forehead resting against mine as we both catch our breath.
“That was...” I trail off, unable to find words adequate to describe the experience.
“Yeah,” Noah agrees, understanding without explanation. He presses a gentle kiss to the bite mark on my neck, now throbbing with a pleasant warmth. “You okay?”
I nod, feeling dazed but completely content. “More than okay.”
We stay like that for a long moment, connected in every way possible, savoring the newly completed bond between us. I can feel it humming beneath my skin, a constant awareness of Noah that wasn’t there before.
