“Charlie,” she whimpers against my neck. I can tell her heat spike hasn’t burnt itself out yet.
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” I have to pause at the bottom of the stairs, breathing hard, willing myself not to start thrusting. Not to fuck her while I carry her up to my room. “Almost there.”
I take the stairs carefully, one at a time, hyperaware of every shift and jostle. By the time I reach my bedroom door, we’re both panting, and she’s making these small, needy sounds that are driving me crazy.
I manage to get the door open and cross to the bed. When I lower us down, I roll to my back with her astride me, my cock so deep in this position. I reach up to circle her clit and amrewarded with a delicious pulsing of her walls where she hugs my knot.
“Do you need to come again, Omega?” I ask, my voice a low growl, laced with a dominance that sends shivers down her spine.
“Yes,” she moans, her body already responding to my touch, her hips moving in tight short strokes, my knot keeping her locked onto me.
I pump up into her. My fingers continue to tease her clit, circling, pressing, drawing out her pleasure. I can feel her body coiling, her breath coming in quick gasps, her inner muscles tightening around my knot.
“That’s it, Omega,” I murmur against her skin, my voice a soothing balm amidst the intensity. “Let go and come for me. I want to feel you come all over my knot. So fucking perfect.”
She moans, her body tensing, her hips moving faster, her clit swelling under my touch. I can feel her slick leaking out, coating my cock with her arousal and need. I bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her, feeling her eyes on me, her breath hitching with anticipation.
Then, I capture her lips in a fierce kiss, sharing her taste with her. My fingers, slick with her juices, find her clit again, circling, pressing, drawing out her pleasure. I can feel her orgasm building again.
“Come,” I command, filling my voice with enough bark to send ripples of submission through her. At the same moment, I reach up to collar her neck with my hands and pull her into my lips.
She cries out, her body convulsing as she comes, her inner muscles clamping down on my knot.
She’s now boneless and only half conscious, our little Omega wore herself out. I roll us onto our sides, tucking her against mychest. She’s still wrapped around me, one leg hooked over my hip, arms around my neck.
“Better?” I ask, brushing hair away from her face.
“Mmm.” She nuzzles into me, her whole body going soft and pliant. “Much better.”
We lie there in the darkness of my room, wrapped around each other, connected in the most intimate way possible. I can feel my knot starting to ease, but I’m in no hurry. This—having her in my arms, in my bed, wearing my scent and my claim—is everything I’ve wanted for six years.
“Charlie?” Her voice is getting drowsy now, the adrenaline and pleasure giving way to exhaustion.
“Yeah, Wills?”
“Stay with me? Even after…”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Not tonight. Not ever, if you’ll let me.”
She makes a soft, contented sound that goes straight to my heart. Within minutes, her breathing evens out, and I realize she’s fallen asleep—still connected to me, still locked on my knot, still trusting me to hold her.
My knot hasn’t fully gone down yet, but I don’t care. I’m exactly where I want to be.
I tighten my arms around her, breathing in the scent of us together, feeling the steady beat of her heart against mine. I’m never letting her go again.
TWENTY-TWO
willa
I wakeup to sunlight filtering through unfamiliar windows and the steady rhythm of someone breathing beside me.
For a moment, I don’t remember where I am. Then, with a delicious slide of bare thigh against mine, I do.
Charlie’s bed. His arm draped heavy and warm across my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath stirring the hair at my nape.
The moment is steeped in juxtaposition and questions. Should I be happy? Nervous? Embarrassed? The anxiety of not knowing what I’m supposed to feel starts to ramp up until I feel the stubble of Charlie’s cheek against my neck as he burrows deeper into the covers and me.
I close my eyes and just feel. And what I find is elation. There’s this bubbling, effervescent feeling in my chest that I can’t quite name, like champagne fizzing up and threatening to spill over.
