"My Alpha." I whispered back, and watched something primal and possessive flare to life in his gaze, his pupils swallowing the dark brown of his irises.
"Mine." He growled, the word rumbling up from somewhere deep in his chest, and then his mouth was on mine again, and there was nothing gentle about it anymore.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
ASTER
Reid's hands were everywhere. He kissed me like a man starving, his mouth demanding, his tongue sweeping past my lips to taste every part of me. His fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress, drawing it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet of the room. The fabric loosened around my shoulders, and he pulled back just enough to slide the straps down my arms, watching with dark, hungry eyes as the white cotton pooled at my feet.
"Beautiful." The word came out as a growl, his gaze traveling over my body like a physical touch, lingering on the simple white cotton of my bra and panties, on the curves I'd always been self-conscious about, on the fading bruises that were almost gone now. His hands found my waist, his calloused palms rough and warm against my bare skin, and I shivered at the contact. "So fucking beautiful, Aster."
"Reid." His name came out breathy, needy, my hands finding the buttons of his shirt and fumbling with them, desperate to feel his skin against mine. "I need... I need to touch you."
He helped me, his large hands covering mine, guiding them down his chest as we worked the buttons free together. The shirt fell away and I pressed my palms flat against his chest, feeling the heat of him, the steady thump of his heart beneath my fingers, the coarse hair that dusted his skin. He was all hard muscle and warm skin and cedar scent, and I wanted to drown in him.
"I've wanted this for so long." His voice was rough, his hands sliding up my sides, leaving trails of heat in their wake, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the thin cotton of my bra. "Wanted you. Wanted to mark you, claim you, make you mine in every way."
"Then do it." I arched into his touch, my head falling back, my body already aching for more. "I'm ready. I've been ready." He unhooked my bra with practiced fingers, letting it fall away, and then his mouth was on my breast, hot and wet, his tongue circling my nipple before drawing it between his lips. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, holding him close as pleasure sparked through me like electricity. He sucked harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, and I moaned, the sound loud in the quiet room.
"The others can hear you." Reid's voice was dark with satisfaction, his breath hot against my wet skin, his eyes finding mine with a possessive gleam that made my core clench. "They can hear every sound you make for me. Every moan. Every whimper." He switched to my other breast, his tongue tracing lazy circles around my nipple. "Let them hear how good I make you feel."
He walked me backward toward the nest, his mouth never leaving my skin, kissing and licking and biting a path down my stomach. When my legs hit the edge of the bed, he eased me down onto the quilt I'd made — onto the antlers and mountainsand pine trees and sunflowers — and knelt between my thighs, his dark eyes burning as he looked up at me.
"I'm going to taste you first." His fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs with agonizing slowness, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm going to make you come on my tongue before I knot you. Before I bite you. I want you desperate and dripping and begging for it."
"Please." The word fell from my lips without thought, my hips lifting toward him, my whole body trembling with need. "Reid, please."
He spread my thighs wider, settling between them, his breath hot against my center. I was already wet, already aching, and when his tongue finally touched me, I cried out, my back arching off the bed, my hands fisting in the quilt beneath me. He licked me like I was his favorite dessert, long slow strokes from my entrance to my clit, savoring every taste of me. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him, holding me still when I tried to squirm against his mouth. He found the rhythm I needed without me having to tell him, alternating between broad flat licks and focused flicks against my clit, building the pressure inside me with devastating precision.
"You taste so good." He groaned against me, the vibration making me whimper, his tongue pressing inside me before retreating to circle my clit again. "Such a good omega, you are."
He slid one finger inside me, then two, curling them to find that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I was making sounds I didn't recognize, desperate keening noises that filled the room, my hips rocking against his hand and mouth as the pleasure built and built.
"That's it." Reid's voice was rough with want, his fingers pumping steadily, his tongue relentless on my clit. "Let go for me, Aster. Come on my face. Show me how good it feels."
The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my whole body seizing, my inner walls clenching around his fingers as I shattered. I screamed his name — actually screamed it — and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew the others could hear, knew they were listening to me fall apart under Reid's mouth, and somehow that made it even more intense.
He worked me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks rippled through me, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs as I came back to myself. When I finally opened my eyes, he was kneeling above me, his mouth wet with my arousal, his dark eyes blazing with barely restrained hunger.
"I need to be inside you." His voice was wrecked, his hands shaking as he unfastened his belt, shoved down his pants and boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip, the knot at the base partially swollen. "Need to feel you around me. Need to knot you. Need to make you mine."
"Yes." I reached for him, pulling him down over me, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Please, Reid. Need you." He positioned himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against my slick folds, and paused, his forehead dropping to mine, his breath ragged against my lips.
"Once I bite you, there's no going back." His voice was strained with the effort of holding still, his muscles trembling, his cock twitching against me. "You'll be mine. Permanently. Forever."
"I know." I cupped his face in my hands, making him look at me, letting him see the certainty in my eyes. "That's what I want. You. Forever."
He pushed inside me in one long, slow thrust. I gasped at the stretch, at the feeling of being filled so completely, my walls gripping him tight as he sank deeper and deeper. He was bigger than I remembered, or maybe I was just more aware of everyinch of him now, every ridge and vein, the way he fit inside me like he was made for this, made for me.
"Fuck." The word punched out of him when he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, his cock buried to the hilt. "You feel... god, Aster, you feel incredible. So tight. So hot. So perfect."
He started to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, setting a rhythm that had me gasping with every thrust. His hands found my hips, tilting them up to change the angle, and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside me with every stroke, the pleasure building again, sharper this time, more urgent.
"Harder." I dug my nails into his shoulders, urging him on, my legs tightening around his waist. "Reid, please, harder."
He growled and obeyed, his hips snapping forward with more force, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. The bed frame creaked beneath us, the nest of blankets bunching under my back, but I didn't care about anything except the way he felt moving inside me, the way his cock stretched me open over and over, the way his scent surrounded me until I couldn't breathe anything but cedar and want.
"Turn over." His voice was rough, commanding, his hands already guiding me onto my stomach, then pulling my hips up until I was on my hands and knees before him. "Want to take you like this. Want to go deeper."
