Each tug on the tight peaks sends a jolt straight down to the slick ache of my pussy until my hips start moving on their own accord. Need takes over. Still trapped in my sweatpants, I grind against the hard defined ridges of his abdominal muscles, chasing every bit of friction I can find. Each pass, each spark of pleasure, only makes the fabric dampen until it clings with proof of what he does to me.
Somewhere in the rational corner of my mind, I know that this is normal. Biology. Omegas are made to slick. To prepare their bodies to yield. To take their alpha’s knot without pain. But these changes are still foreign, like I’m on the outside watching it happen to a stranger’s body. The way my arousal must be spreading across his stomach has heat crawling up my neck. My wolf inside practically preens with delight, smug and wild, thrilled that we’re marking him in the only way we can right now.
Just when I think my embarrassment might win out over her wolfish glee, Rennick makes a low, appreciative rumble around my nipple. He pops off the bud, his chin coming to rest on my sternum between the swell of my breasts. The look he gives me is molten, full of hunger and something almost proud.
He watches me move.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good, sweet one. Keep going.” The mix of praise and command has another rush of slick dripping from my core. “I want to be drenched in the scent of my omega’s slick.”
A helpless sound slips free. A thin, needy whine that comes straight from my mounting omega.
It’s too much and not nearly enough. My body knows what it needs even if my mind can’t find the words.
Rennick reads the pleas for what it is, though. He knows how to help me.
“You need more, don’t you?” The question comes out like rough velvet.
He shifts, rising until he’s sitting upright. I go with him, sliding down the length of his chest until I’m cradled in his lap. The hard line of his cock pressing against my ass now is impossible to ignore.
Yes, my wolf crows.That.That’s what we need.
Desperate, I grind my hips against the hard, exposed ridge of him. His body jerks, a sharp hiss escaping through his clenched teeth. The sound hits me like gasoline on open flame.
He cups the back of my head, catching my mouth in a kiss that leaves me dizzy. It’s slow, deep, devastating.
When he breaks away, he keeps his forehead against mine, his breath mixing with my own as he rasps, “I’m not going to fuck you, Noa. I can’t. Not yet.” My wolf wails her protest instantly. The sound that rips from me more feral than human. It startles me, but Rennick just smooths his hands down my sides. Gentle and steady. “Shh. Easy, baby. I know, I want it too, but one of us has to think clearly here, and I won’t disrespect you further than I already have by taking you now. Not when we both know you’re not ready.” He forces my chin up from my chest. “When I finally bury myself in you, sweet Noa, it’ll be when you can meet my eyes and know—without any doubt—that I am yours. That I’ve only ever belonged to you.”
My wolf trembles beneath the weight of it, fighting not to wilt and mistake his restraint for rejection. But my remaining humility—the sliver that manages to peer through the thick red fog of desire—is grateful he’s not letting my baser instincts decide this for us.
Rennick’s hand cups my jaw. The pad of his thumb shifts to press against my bottom lip until I give in for him, my mouth falling open. With my shaky exhale, he slides his thumb between my lips and presses down on my tongue. My body accepts this without thought. I close around him, suckling slow and obedient. I’m rewarded with another appreciative rumble.
“Good girl.” His praise is a vibration that goes straight to my clit and has my hips rocking with newfound desperation.
The sun has crawled higher in the sky since we first fell into each other. The light shines across Ren’s face, turning his irises into pools of silver and sin. His resolute attention tracks the slow drag of my mouth over his thumb, the way my hips rotate restlessly across his lap, searching for more.
Each sway of my body deepens the damp heat between us until I can feel the slick clinging to my upper thighs. The thin barrier of fabric still between us feels like punishment, keeping him from accessing where I need him most, and I’m just about to whisper my curse at it when he rips his thumb free with a vicious snarl.
I barely have time to register the glint of his claws before they’re there, catching the waistband of my sweats. A beat later, there’s the telltale violent rip of material giving way. My breath hiccups as my sweats fall apart under his hands, reduced to shredded ribbons that are being held together by single threads before he pulls them completely from my body.
I’m naked in his lap, every inch of me exposed and waiting for his touch.
We both freeze.
Our air catches in tandem in our throats before we exhale in a synchronized harmony of moans at the first brush of his rigid length running through my drenched pussy. His weeping, deep red tip bumps against my swollen clit when he shifts his hips in an experimental thrust. His cock slides between my soakedlower lips, the sensation has both of us shivering in each other’s holds.
It’s clumsy in the most beautiful way, because this is new for both of us. We’re still finding our way together, learning how to fall into a steady rhythm. Learning what feels good.
And this feels fucking amazing.
“Again,” I plead, finally forcing my first coherent word into the air between us. My omega half howls with joy and unsatiated hunger. “Please, Ren. I need more.”
He quiets my pleas—the ones skirting the edges of hysteria—by pressing slow, deliberate kisses down the side of my face, then along my throat. When he reaches the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, he lingers, sucking the spot for a stolen moment before dragging his bearded jaw across it. The scrape sends a shiver through me.
He’s scent marking me. A silent claim.
It settles the wild thing inside my chest just enough that I stop fearing she’ll tear herself apart in her cage trying to reach him.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he promises, his big hands trailing lines of heat down my bare body until they settle on my hips. His fingers dig into my flesh, and I melt into the possessive bite of it. “I’ll make you feel better.”
