He pulls back and grunts, taking the next opportunity to start pushing his knot inside. As soon as it hits the sensitive spot inside of me, my body starts to crest. A loud cry escapes, and every muscle pulls taut at the enormous feeling that zooms through my body.
“That’s it, baby,” Sam breathes. “Oh my god, that’s the best feeling in the entire world.” His knot keeps us locked in place, but he makes tiny movements, pulling all the sparks out of me as he starts to come. The beautiful whimper he makes has me seeing stars again, and the feeling of him spilling inside me causes my hips to thrust, chasing another high. We lay there for the longest time, continuing to pull little fireworks of pleasure out of each other until there is nothing left and we’re left completely liquefied in each other’s arms.
“We waited way too long to do that,” he says after we’ve had a few minutes to cool down.
His sincerity causes me to laugh, the rush of relief coursing through my bones. He responds with equal amusement, realizing just how messed up the situation was. But now, as we lie in each other’s arms, there’s a new feeling of peace surrounding us. There’s no more confusion, and we can just bask in each other. For as long as we want.
When his knot finally releases, and we’re no longer coated in sweat, my gaze turns to the glare shining in my face. The sun shines through the window and hits something on his wide end table. When it clears, tiny glass chess pieces come into view, and the beauty of them leaves me breathless. They’re transparent and abstract, but look entirely regal in their places.
“That is a very interesting chess set,” I comment, admiring the intricate glass pieces.
He chuckles. “That’s probably one of the only expensive things I’ve bought for myself.”
“It’s gorgeous.” My finger hovers over the ‘king,’ the material smooth and glossy in the most satisfying way. “Can we play?”
“You play chess?” he asks, his eyes round and excited.
“Of course. My brother and I used to play a lot. He loves books, and I love video games, but our one mutual love was for chess. And it always felt good to beat him.” I give him a teasing smile. “I bet it would feel even better beating you.”
“Oh, really?” he asks, his lips curving up. “Well, bring it on, Omega. Be warned, though, I won’t hold back. Thatcher and Kit don’t like to play, so I’ve been waiting to find a worthy opponent again for ages.”
That thought makes me grin. Like Kit and his video games, Sam also has a hobby that we share. It makes sense, and it makes something in my chest feel full.
“I wouldn’t expect anything different, Alpha.”
When he puts the set between us and looks up, his eyes are dark with promises, a playful naughtiness peeking out from behind his normally serious demeanor. It’s raw and beautiful, and exactly what I always wished my scent match would be like.
Life has given me a beautiful gem, and it’s time I learned not to throw it away.
FORTY-ONE
Playing: “Float” by Olivia Dean
I’ve sleptin Sam’s bed with him and Kit for the past week and a half. Every time I think it’s time to go spend time in my own bed, I get pulled right back in by the scent of green apples and Kit’s determination. We take turns with who sleeps in the middle, but last night Sam was in between us, and it was like a lightbulb went off for me. This is reallyit. Sam has opened up and decided to let me in, and it’s a shining light at the end of a long, dead-end tunnel. The last brick had fallen into a pile of rubble, and the reward was finding my match with his arms wide open.
It almost feels too good to be true.
When my eyes open and the sun flashes through the curtains, I feel rejuvenated. There’s no ache or soreness, only absolute restoration as I stretch my shoulders back. When my hand comes to the empty spot beside me, I do a double take, realizing that I’m alone.
For a few moments, I’m able to really take everything in. I haven’t had time to stop and think about the repercussions of my actions. It seems so silly now that I was fighting my connection with these men so hard. By the way they’re treating me, without even knowing I’m their scent match, should be enough proof that I was wrong. There wasn’t a universe where they would reject me, where they would turn on me for lying to them about our scent compatibility. But still, that tiny twinge of anxiety gives me pause. An angry Sam pops up in my mind, mimicking how he would react if he knew the secrets I had kept, and a whine escapes me. Whether it’s an inaccurate thought or not, it’s still a scary one that causes my omega to retreat in fear.
The door opens and I look up to see Kit carrying a tray.
“Good morning,” he says with a beaming smile. I never get tired of seeing his face light up when he sees me. Even with my bedhead and bad morning breath and wrinkled clothes, he still looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“I brought you breakfast in bed,” he says proudly as he places the tray in front of me. It’s a greasy plate of heaven with hash browns, runny eggs, bacon, and toast. There’s even a little helping of blueberries to the side. “And, I brought you these.”
My pill caddy sits in his hand and my eyes widen. I take it from him and hold it against my chest. His proactiveness makes something stir inside me, the gesture causing me to feel a tiny bit emotional as he looks at me with happiness. “Thank you,” I whisper to him.
“Always,” he whispers back. “So, eat your breakfast and then we can shower together before the con.”
My eyes widen. “The anime-con? That’s today?”
“Yes, remember how I told you we were going?” I nod. “Well, turns out, Sam already got an extra ticket for you a few weeks ago.”
Something stings behind my eyes. “He did?”
A few weeks ago?That’s when we were on the rocks, but he still knew I would want to go to something as cool as anime-con. That makes me feel way more emotional, but I try to blink back the tears that want to escape at the wonderful deed.
