I sink my teeth into the soft skin of her throat, and the world explodes around me. I feel the pulse of her Omega beneath my bite. My Alpha mark sinks deep, branding her as mine, and the rush of power that floods through me is electric. I feel a tentative glow spread through my chest, mixed with fear, and vulnerability, and excitement. My Lo, seated deep within my chest.
I growl low, the sound rumbling loud as thunder as I feel the bond solidify between us.
Her body shudders, her head tilting to the side as the heat of the moment consumes her. But I don’t pull away. I hold her there, making sure she knows this is no temporary thing. I’ll claim her again and again if that’s what it takes for her to understand that she belongs to me. Her breasts. Her thighs. Her little love handles that I can’t wait to hold every single night when she falls asleep, knotted on my cock.
I feel her beautiful light piercing through the smoky darkness I’ve always held close. She chases all of that away.
My Lo.
My Omega.
Mine, forever.
But then, she moves. She grabs my shoulders, pulling me closer, and in the same breath, her teeth graze my neck, sharp and purposeful. Her bite isn’t soft or hesitant. It’s confident, claiming, and the moment her teeth sink into my skin, my entire world shifts. The bond deepens, spiraling outwards, intertwining our scents, our marks, our souls.
She’s marked me, too.
Her hands slide to my back, her nails scratching down my spine as she moans in pleasure and need. “Beck, I feel you,” she gasps again, raw with desperation.
And I know. I know she’s already lost to me.
I slide my tongue over the mark I’ve just made, tasting the sweat of her skin, feeling her shudder beneath me again. My hands roam lower, stroking her thighs, pulling her even closer to me as I blanket myself over her, the heat between us building until it reaches a boiling point.
Like a fire I don’t want to put out.
She’s shaking beneath me, every inch of her body begging for me to take her. And I can’t wait any longer.
I’m done holding back. I’m done being soft.
I surge back down between her legs and drive my tongue inside her, savoring the taste of her, feeling the soft, slick heat of her welcoming me. My tongue moves slow at first, teasing, then faster, the rhythm intense as I work her body because it’s the only thing that matters in the world. Every gasp, every tremble that ripples through her only urges me on.
I circle my tongue around her clit, the sensation making her body arch, her hips pushing up toward me while she claws at my hair. She can’t get close enough. Her sweet peachy scent fills the air, intoxicating me.Ican’t get enough. I feel her pulse in her clit, erratic and trembling under my touch.
Pulling back for a moment, I look up at her, my breath coming in heavy gasps as I survey the flush on her skin, the way her chest heaves with every desperate breath she takes. I lock eyes with her, wanting to see the hunger, the need that mirrors my own.
“Do you want me, Lo?” I growl, thick and rough with desire. I don’t give her time to respond. “You want me to make you come?”
The words hang between us, sharp and charged. I see the way her lips part, the way her breath quickens. It’s a challenge. A promise. And she’s caught in it, caught in me.
She can’t lie to me. I can feel her response before she speaks, her body already reacting to the words. Her hips rock involuntarily, searching for more, for the release she knows I’m about to give her.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Please… please.”
I slide up her body, feeling the heat radiating off her skin, the way she’s trembling, ready for me. I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock teasing her, and without hesitation, I push into her.
The sensation is indescribable. Hot, tight,perfect. My breath hitches as I feel her body envelop me, every inch of her tightness sending a wave of pleasure through me.
Her body tenses at the first contact, and I feel her wiggle and flutter, the way she adjusts to me, and it drives me wild. Every inch of her is a perfect fit, and I can’t help but groan at how right this feels. She’s everything I’ve wanted, everything I’ve needed, and more.
“I missed you so much over these last few years,” I whisper as I press a soft kiss to the tip of her nose.
I don’t give her a moment to adjust. I can’t. The pressure building in me is too much, and I start moving, deep and slow,savoring the way she trembles beneath me. Soon the rhythm picks up, becoming harder, faster.
Sweat beads on my brow. My hands curl tightly against the couch cushions. My vision fuzzes, and I swear to fuck I’m on the verge of a rut. The wet sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, echoing off the walls as a call to the heavens. Her nails dig into my back, leaving trails of fire, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me deeper as her hips buck ravenously against mine.
Mine.
Mine.
