Vonn
Raspberries. Sweet, fruity, delicious raspberries. I want to gorge myself on them until they stain my face and fill my belly.
Nixie’s perfume thickens, swirling around the room in a storm that’s driving me headfirst toward madness. Asher’s leaving was unexpected. I never imagined I would get time alone with my omega this morning, but now that the opportunity has presented itself, my brain is a jumbled mess.
Bite. Claim. Breed.
Usually, I keep my Alpha under tight control, but the depth of Nixie’s raspberry and poppy scent has my baser instincts jumping to the surface.
The second the door thuds closed, my hands reach for her waist, and I pull her onto my lap. She stiffens, and for a second, I worry that I’ve pushed too far, too fast—but then she melts against me like ice on a hot summer’s day.
“Good morning, Mama, you smell amazing. You smell… needy. Are you needy for me, sweetheart?” A rumble rolls from my chest, and Nixie’s pupils dilate. Then she lets out a soundthat’s part moan, part whimper. My already hardening cock becomes rigid with desire, and my nostrils flare as the scent of slick enters the air. God, do I want to taste her.
She wriggles against me, and I want to act immediately. Desperate to rip her leggings off and gorge myself between her legs, but I need her consent first. She has to want this as much as I do. In an effort to allow her some space, I press my lips to the base of her neck, where her scent is strongest, and lick a long line up her throat. Nixie arches her neck, granting me access, and I latch on, nibbling once I get to that super-sensitive spot just below her ear.
“Vonn, your scent. It’s drowning me.” Her hand comes up, cupping my chin, pushing it toward her face, and I happily oblige, clashing our lips together momentarily. Feral need takes over, making us all tongues and teeth and nips and sucks. Then, her tongue enters my mouth and dances with mine. Her hips roll in a circular motion until she’s panting through each undulation. I want to see her unravel, to become undone, totally vulnerable and completely mine.
“Let’s take this to my bedroom.” Her husky voice screams of lust; her eyes dilated and dark. “Please, Alpha, I need you.”
Nixie’s words are a gauntlet I’m dying to pick up. They are just what I need to move forward, knowing that she’s fully with me. After pushing myself off the rickety chair, I lift her into my arms, loving the way her lush tits press against my chest and her core grinds over my belly. The air is potent, teeming with promise as she works herself against me, seeking more pressure. My cock is a spike, and though she’s not quite where I want her yet, she will be.
“Tell me you want this, omega. Tell me you want every part of me because once I taste you, I’m never leaving.” Nixie needs to know what she’s getting herself into. I keep tight control ofmy inner beast, but once he’s let off his leash, he’s possessive as fuck.
While I carry her away from the kitchen, she gives me the words I’m desperate to hear. “Yes, I want this. I want you to be mine. Completely. Absolutely.” Though the admission shocks my sane brain, it soothes me, allowing me to feel a connection between us that was previously closed off. Although we haven’t bondedyet,there’s still a sense of her resolve deep in my chest.
“You gonna be mine? Gonna let me make you mine?” My canines ache, ready to sink into her flesh right here, but a more pressing need throbs angrily between my legs as my knot starts to inflate.
“Your scent is my favorite drug. I couldn’t let you go, even if I wanted to. Can’t live my life without you anymore,” she moans between panted breaths, and my ego soars. I know we still have a lot to learn about each other, but I am Nixie’s now and forever. Not even death can separate our bond. Come hell or high water, I’ll stand by her through anything.
“Where’s your room?” I scan the closed doors in the hall, not wanting to get it wrong. She points to one on the right. In three strides, I’m there, pushing the wood so hard that it thumps on the wall behind it. As we enter her space, she releases a sweet hum before attacking my throat with gentle nips and a long suck that has my cock throbbing against my jeans. My zipper threatens to split at the force, and my vision hazes.
When I give the door a little kick with my foot, it swings shut, but not fully.We’re alone. Doesn’t matter.My eyes clear, and I dart a quick look around to locate the bed. Moving quickly, I deposit Nixie on the soft mattress, then drop on top of her, eager to give her the caged-in sensation that I know omegas love.
She snuggles down, releasing a sharp whine that speaks to the most primal part of me. “Too many clothes,” she gasps, and I couldn’t agree more. I launch off her and sit back on my knees,then I reach behind my head and yank my T-shirt off in one pull. Nixie’s eyes darken as she takes me in, and her tongue pokes out to wet her kiss reddened lips. One of her small hands wanders sensually down her body to the hem of her own shirt.
“More,” she demands. “Let me see all of you.” Her eyes narrow on the tent of my jeans.Don’t worry, Mama. It doesn’t disappoint.In an instant, I have my jeans unbuttoned, ready to please my omega.
“You too.” I gesture to where her hand lingers. My gaze drags down her body, taking in every nuanced inch. She’s wearing thin, black leggings and a gray tank top, and while part of me wants to unwrap her like a present, a bigger part of me just wants to feast my eyes on her gorgeous flesh.
Nixie moves, grabbing her shirt and wiggling it up, flashing me the first glimpse of her belly. Her skin is so smooth with a hint of light silver stretch marks from when she carried our son. Every instinct in my body goes taut upon seeing those lines. The idea of our omega growing round again, this time with our seed taking root. And with two devoted Alphas to help her through every aspect of her pregnancy.Yeah. One day, that will be a reality.She shimmies it higher, then her eyes pointedly flick toward my pants, and I realize I got a bit lost in staring at all her perfection. Reaching down, I shove off my jeans and boxers, letting my eager cock pop free. With a bit of maneuvering, I remove the offending garments and drop them onto the floor.
Bobbing between my legs, hard and dribbling pre-cum, my cock points at Nixie like a heat-seeking missile. The knot, a thick ring of muscle, has already started to form around the base, and at the sight, Nixie lets out a gasp. My eyes shoot up to her, noticing that her shirt has gone missing. Her beautiful breasts are fully on display, and a purr rumbles from my chest. Nixie’s thighs rub together; a fresh burst of slick fills the room. The urge to bite her is nearly unbearable, but I know we’re not atthat stage. Instead, I slot myself against her, lying on my side to get closer to those perfect tits. Round, firm, and topped with raspberry-tinted nipples. Perfection.
My hands move without my permission, following every ridge and dip of her breasts with a feather-light touch as I press my cock against her hip. Nixie’s nipples pucker, hardening to aching points as I touch them, then I use my thumbs to trace over each one lightly until she’s arching, pushing up to search for more pressure. But I want her fully naked, crying out for me.
With one hand, I trace her belly until I reach the waistband of her leggings. “May I take these off you?” I need her consent one more time. Need to make sure she’s still fully on board.
“Please.” She lifts her hips, letting me know with both her words and body. Her voice takes on a hint of a whine.
“You never need to beg with me, omega.” With no further delay, I tear them off her body in one quick swoop. Nixie’s not wearing any panties, giving me my first glimpse of her perfect pink pussy. There’s a small tuft of bright red hair near her mound. Anticipation floods my entire being, even while a memory niggles at the back of my mind. I push it away, too excited by the perfection before me.
Nothing matters more than getting her slick on my tongue. Immediately.
“Gonna taste you. Need to lick up all your raspberries and cream.”
Nixie’s breath catches, and she nods rapidly. “Yes, do that. Please do that. I need you, Alpha.” I run my hands up her smooth legs, noticing that the temperature of her skin is warmer than it should be. Not heat-level hot, but warm, and I wonder if our pheromones mingling together might be creating a heat-spike in recognition of our soul bond.
Needing no further direction, I slide forward until my nose presses against her mound.
