I pull back a few inches,just enough to feel her pussy’s muscles hug me and that rush that surges through me as she does. Then I flex my hips, fitting myself right back in. That’s when it hits me.
The faintest trace of copper. Thin but unmistakable even buried beneath the layers of the perfume of our shared arousal.
The realization slams into me. I yank back on instinct, everything in me stilling, and I wildly search her face like she’s going to confirm what my nose is already telling me. Her eyes meet mine, blown out and bright with need, but there’s something soft too. Something almost shy.
Releasing the lip she’s started to chew on, Noa tips her head toward me and her words are so close I feel her breath ghost across my mouth. “I would have waited forever for you, too.”
She knew I’d saved this for her, I’d told her as much, but she never told me she’d done the same. She’s kept that truth tucked close. I never would’ve held it against her if she’d given this to someone else, even if the very thought of it makes something violent twist in my gut. But she didn’t. And my wolf is howling his devotion like she just chose us all over again.
“Sweet one…” My voice cracks around the words. Horror suddenly slices straight through my delight, warmth turning cold in an instant, when it truly sinks in that I. Didn’t. Know. “Shit, baby, did I hurt you? Are you in pain? I?—”
Her palms come up to cup my face, and the fear rattling though me stops cold. I look her over, trying to find even the smallest sign of distress or discomfort, but I find none. There’s just her thumbs brushing slow, steady strokes beneath my eyes.
“I’m okay,” she promises, voice tender and sure. “You didn’t hurt me.”
The relief hits hard, but I don’t get to sit in it. She’s already guiding my face down to hers, pulling me into a kiss that starts soft, a promise and reassurance wrapped together. It shifts fast.The air between us sparks again, and the kiss deepens with it, all tenderness burning off the moment her hips roll against mine. It’s replaced by something hotter and needier. Her lips fall open for me, and I lick into her mouth just as she rocks against me again. The filthy encouragement has my tenuous restraint quaking again.
“Ren…” she breathes into my mouth, urging me with just the needy sound of my name on her lips.
I give her what she wants and move.
I ease back until the heat of her starts to slip away, then sink into her pussy again, slow enough that she can learn the shape of my cock one stroke at a time.
Each thrust earns me a new sound. A broken sigh. A soft whimper. My name laced through her breaths like a prayer.
“You’re doing so good,” I whisper against her jaw, letting her feel my smile. “You take me so fucking well. You feel so damn perfect wrapped around me, omega, like your cunt was made for me.”
Praise does what it always does to Noa. Her body softens under me, melting and fluttering all at once like she’s been starved for the words. Her knees dig into my sides, and her nails drag across any bit of skin she can reach, leaving sharp little stings I know will heal by morning but that I plan to savor until they do. Happy to have any mark left by Noa.
We find a pace that makes sense to only us. Somewhere between gentle and hungry, and far from perfect. We bump, adjust, laugh once when we both move the wrong way at the same time.
It isn’t long before she’s moving beneath me with a restless urgency, meeting my hips thrust for thrust. The unholy beautiful sound of flesh striking flesh fills the small space as I pick up speed, driving into her in deep, claiming strokes. The way herpussy tightens around me, pulling me in, trying to drag me deeper, throws a red haze of lust over my vision.
“I’m the only one, baby.” I nip at the side of her neck, letting her feel the drag of my blunt teeth against her sensitive skin. She arches into me instinctually, her omega nature searching out more. Searching out my bite. “The only one who will ever know how fucking perfect it feels to have my cock buried in this sweet body. To know what it feels like when this wet, greedy pussy squeezes me until I forget my own name.”
“Goddess! Yes!” she cries out, nails no longer just scratching, but digging into the skin at my nape as I lean back and let my hips find a new angle. I track her expression closely, cataloging every twitch and gasp, so I know the exact moment my dick grazes against the spot that makes her call out for deities even though I’m the one dragging those sugary prayers from her lips. “You’re the only one. You’re the only one,” Noa all but chants.
I feel her getting close before the sounds change, her cries stretching into long, desperate moans that send licks of heat through me. My own release, the one I’d already buried down once, is right there too. Making my balls pull tight to my body and the base of my spine hum. My vision flickers as my wolf claws for the surface, wanting to be here for this, wanting to observe as I claim our mate in this deliciously primal way. The scent of her arousal and the way it now coats my thighs and the blankets beneath us is making him prowl. He aches to lick her clean, to roll in her sugary essence until it clings to his fur. He wants towearit.
Reaching between us, I press two fingers to her soaked, swollen clit. Noa nearly flies out of the nest at the sudden rush of pleasure. One of her hands leaves my neck to grab my wrist. For a second I think she’s going to push me away, that it’s too much sensation, but she doesn’t. Her nails bite into my skin there instead, holding me in place, begging me silently to keep going.
I do. I fuck into her with long, punishing strokes, my fingers playing with her clit, until her body locks up beneath me. Her cunt clamps around me so tight I fear I might go blind, and then she breaks beautifully apart. Noa comes hard, wrapped around my cock. I don’t stop what I’m doing, don’t let up even a little bit as she cries out my name and trembles under me.
My knot throbs in answer, swelling at the base, begging to be used. But I already promised myself I wouldn’t knot her now. Not when it’s her first time having sex and she’s not in heat. An omega’s body has to learn how to take the stretch of that first knot and being in heat for it will help soften what otherwise might hurt. We didn’t talk about this before, and I’m not going to make the decision for Noa now.
Which is easier said than done. The urge to push deep, to press the head of my cock against her womb and pump her full, claws at me with every thrust. I want to lock myself in her with my knot so not a single drop of my cum can escape. The desire to breed her hits like lightning, so sudden and unexpected it steals my breath. And it only intensifies when flashes of her belly swollen with my child flicker behind my eyes.
Those thoughts, of her carrying our future, send me straight over the edge. Pleasure tears through me, white-hot and consuming. I come with a shout—her name—as my dick pulses hard, pumping thick ropes of cum into her, coating her walls. Her womb.
For a heartbeat, or probably longer, there’s nothing but heat and the trembling aftershocks of what we just shared with each other.
When I finally return fully to my body, no longer weightless, Noa’s limp beneath me, overwhelmed but impossibly beautiful. She still clings to me. I roll us carefully until she’s sprawled across my chest, keeping myself buried inside her as much as my body will allow without my knot locking us together.
Brushing some of the hair stuck to her face back, I press a lingering kiss to her forehead, and she leans into the gentle touch with a sigh.
“You’re mine now. I’m not letting you go, sweet Noa,” I vow against her sweaty skin.
“I don’t want you to,” she mumbles back, sounding utterly spent.
