An omega rarely abandons the location they build their first nest in. Noa’s instincts declared this closed-in space as safe and worthy of being her sanctuary. Asking her to move it would be a violation in its truest form, and my body recoils at the thought.
When I sink into her nest this time, she doesn’t tense or try to stop me. There isn’t a single flicker of hesitation. Why would there be? I smell right to her now. Better than right. The shower steam had been thick with the scent of our shared arousal and my skin is saturated in the evidence of the heated moment we’d shared. I smell more like her than I do myself, and fuck, I can’t even pretend to not love it.
Settling onto my haunches in the middle of the nest, something deep in me exhales in relief as an old, instinctive part of my being settles. Omegas build these spaces because their instincts demand it, and alphas join them for the same reason.
I ease her into place, guiding one leg around my waist and then the other, until she settles fully into my lap.With her chest pressed to mine, and her hands resting on my shoulders, her body sinks down over the hard length of my still aching cock. The slick, hot heat of her pussy slides over me, unintentional and innocent but no less devastating, but the delectable sensation punches matching breaths out of our chests.
I’m aching for her, bordering on desperate.
The pressure of my stifled orgasm still thrums low and heavy in my balls, but it’s a distant thing compared to the memory of her coming apart on my tongue.I’d buried my own need without hesitation, because her pleasure will always matter more than mine. And I’ll never turn down the chance to bury my face between her thighs, to feel her fall apart against my tongue, to know she’s reaching that heavenly edge because of me.
She settles into me, pressing a trail of kisses along the edge of my jaw. Each touch somehow soft and hungry all at once.My fingers flex into her spine, anchoring her closer, needing the reminder that she’s here, real, and choosing me.
“I think I would have waited for you forever,” I admit quietly against her temple. It feels less like something I’m saying and more like something I’m remembering. An old truth that lived in me long before she ever did.
She leans back enough to look at me, eyes searching my face like she’s weighing the truth of what I’ve just handed her. Whatever she finds there has the tender smile lifting at the corner of her swollen lips.
My hand glides up the curve of her spine, fingertips brushing along warm skin before finding the nape of her neck. Fingers slipping into the damp strands of her long hair, I cradle her there, gentle and sure, like my whole being understands she is the most precious thing I have ever been trusted to hold.With that same care, I guide her down into the bedding she stole frommy bed. When her back meets the softness, I follow, bracing my weight as I settle over her.
For a moment, I just look at her, taking in how the fabrics of the nest embrace her, how the long, rich brown strands of her hair contrast the bright white of the comforter beneath her. Noa’s lips are parted as her chest rises and falls in shallow breaths that brush against my own.It’s the expression residing in her eyes that really gets me. There’s heat—want—yes, but there’s something else too. Something fragile and unguarded that’s so full of trust it makes the space behind my ribs ache.
Nestling my hips in the space between her soft thighs, she reaches for me without hesitation. Looping her arms around my neck once more, she pulls me to her until our bodies line up along every point they can. I grunt when the shift has my cock sliding through the wet mess of her pussy again.
The pretty way Noa shudders has me rolling my hips again, dragging my length, tip to knot, through her soaked folds. A sound, something primal and wholly satisfied, rumbles in my throat as I coat myself in her slick. She’s more than ready to take me after I got her off in the shower, but I still reach between our bodies.
Her lashes lower, her head falling back as a soft, broken moan escapes her parted lips when I push a finger into her. I work it with a slow, steady rhythm that borders on torturous. Her wetness eases my entry, but the way her snug walls clench has both of us panting.
“Fuck, Noa, you’re so damn tight.” The words scrape out of me, my jaw locked as I fightoff the carnal need to just shove her legs wide and thrust deep. I add another finger, stretching her further. “You’re going to choke my cock with this sweet pussy of yours, aren’t you, little mate?”
She mewls and her eyes snap open. Burning as they stare at me, they’re once again in flux, shifting between wolf and human,as she battles with her own beast’s needs. “Please,” she chokes out, hips flexing to try and drive my fingers deeper. “More, Ren. Need you.”
I ease my fingers free and raise them, sucking every trace of her off my skin. I don’t hide the appreciative sound I make around them and she pants out a sharp curse as she watches me lick up every drop. I let the moment sit between us for a breath, her taste still lingering on my tongue before I shift. Keeping myself braced on one elbow, I take my cock in my hand and press the flushed, aching head to her cunt’s slick entrance. My hips flex with a teasing push that’s just enough to hint at the stretch headed her way. She moves, her body trying to encourage me to thrust deep, but I hold back, savoring the moment she strains for more and the whimper that accompanies it.
I spent years keeping this moment untouched, unknowingly saving it for the one woman who has owned me from the start.Now it’s here,she’shere, and it takes everything in me not to fall into her all at once. I steady myself, needing her word before I lose whatever restraint I’m clinging to.
Holding her hooded gaze, I rasp, “Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don’t, I’ll make sure every inch of you knows you’re mine.”
She doesn’t. She just tightens her legs around my hips and pulls me closer, her head lifting just enough for her lips to brush the shell of my ear. “Well? What are you waiting for, alpha?”
Her sinful little taunt does me in.
I thrust forward and her tight pussy has no choice but to let me in, to pull my cock into the wet, warmth I’ve only dreamed of. Only a few inches deep, and I’m already ruined. I know nothing will ever compare to this. Sinking into my mate for the first time is privilege carved into pleasure, and the force of it knocks the air from my lungs.
“Fuck, baby,” I pant.
Noa’s groan at the intrusion tangles with the sound that escapes through my clenched teeth when her tight walls squeeze around my cock. Her body is burning and tight, and I can feel every tiny shift as I work my way deeper. I watch her face the whole time. The way her mouth parts on a silent gasp. The way her dark brows draw in. The way her nails drag lightly along my back like she needs something to hold on to while she adjusts to me.
I’m almost seated fully in the snug clutches of her body when I draw nearly completely out, leaving only my tip buried. The slow drag has Noa’s breath hitching beautifully, but then it all but punches entirely out of her in a harsh gasp when I thrust forward again, this time I’m driving every inch of my cock into her.
“Ren!” she cries out, her body jolting. Her back bows hard off the nest beneath us as her arms band around my neck tighter and her legs lock around my hips. She holds me to her like she needs as much of my weight on her as she can get.
I hold perfectly still. My muscles shake with the effort, every instinct screaming at me to move, to chase the friction we both know is waiting for us, but I ignore it. Breathe through the clawing, carnal need to take her hard and fast.
“Your body was fucking made for me, Noa,” I bite out, the words coming rough and gravel-deep instead of the reverent praise I meant them to be. But they still reach her. Her body shivers against me as she continues to cling to me. “Are you okay?”
She nods into my throat, the movement small and jerky. Her breath comes in short, uneven pulls. But after a moment, her hips are shifting the slightest bit, seeking more pressure where I’m buried to the hilt in her. That tiny roll that tells me more than words could.
She wants more.
