“You like that? You like me showing you that you belong to me?” So contradictory to his words a few days ago, but I moan. I can’t help it when my hips flex against his palm—I need more. He kisses down my abdomen before rolling down my panties and kissing the bare skin above my clit. “This cunt belongs to me now,mon sucre d’érable. I’m going to make you feel so good. You’re going to be a good Omega and take what I give you.”
I whine and nod my head, willing to meet any terms he sets for me. At the first swipe of his tongue, my back is arched off the bed, and one hand is tangled in his hair as the other kneads my breast. “Yes, Alpha. So good,” I praise him, and he hums around my pussy.
“So fucking sweet,” he says around my slick cunt before licking and sucking on me again. When he puts two fingers inside of me and I feel how much slick is dripping from my core, I groan. “Fuck, Charlotte, all this for me?”
I nod and hum, tugging his hair and putting his mouth back on my pussy. He laughs but continues showing my clit complete devotion as he fingers me. His long fingers touch the perfect spot as his lips suck on my clit. I shudder and grind my hips against his face as I come undone. Not wanting to miss a moment, I watch as he makes me come. A keening noise leaves my lips as my thighs shake, and my head feels light. He keeps licking and fingering me as he watches me.
Only as soon as I crest over my peak does he stop. His lips and chin are covered in my release as he sits up and wipes his face on the inside of my thigh before climbing up my body and touching my chin. “So good for me. Taste how sweet you are,” he says when his lips meet mine. I do taste sweet, but I need more—I need to be full. I whine against his lips, and he leans back. “What do you need?”
“Your knot.”
His eyes are wide, but he nods and uses one hand to remove his pants. I tug at the hem of his shirt, which he helps me remove. God, he looks so fucking good naked. I don’t stop myself from licking and sucking on his collarbone. He groans, his grip tight on my hip as I mark him as mine and show him just how good he is for me.
“Tell me if I’m doing something wrong,” he says, and I nod, knowing that he couldn’t ever do anything wrong. He’s my scent match—he’s mine. Mikael’s thumb rubs against my clit softly until I get so frustrated that I reach between us and grip his cock, feeling his knot. That’s a nice knot. Mikael must like my reaction because he gives me a handsome grin as I line him up against my pussy, and he pushes forward.
Both of us moan as he enters me fully. His weight presses down on me, and his forearms bracket my face as he toys with my hair.
“You feel so good,mon doux.”
“Knot me, I need it.”
He nods, his hair sweaty and sticking to his face as he thrusts into me. He’s not gentle, and I love it. I eat up every pump of his hips and moan. I’m so close to coming again, and when he thrusts hard, pushing his knot deep inside of me, I nearly scream the word Alpha. He moans against my throat, his tongue and lips sucking on my neck.
My body trembles, wanting his teeth biting down on my waiting throat. But I feel so deliciously full I’m able to think past it. He pants against my throat as he keeps thrusting into me as much as he can.
“That’s it, Omega. Take my knot so fucking good. Built for this cock. Good girl.” His words of praise extend my orgasm as I shake below him. My head feels light and fuzzy as he moans into my neck, and I feel his cum filling me. It’s only then that I feel slightly less needy, knowing that he marked me in the most primal way possible. I hold him tightly against my chest. He tries really hard not to put his weight on me, but I want it.
“Alpha,” I moan as we’re locked together.
“What do you need?”
“You.”
Chapter twenty-one
“Soshe’skindoftaken over my room,” I say to Anders.
“It’s an Omega thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jesus, your parents really never sent you to any fucking classes, did they?” I shake my head no. Now I’ve just got another thing to add to my list when I eventually go to therapy. “Omegas are comfort creatures. Very particular about how things feel, smell, and taste. Charlotte clearly felt uncomfortable sleeping here before. So bringing all of her own things, her scented things, and mixing them with ours helps. I also think the dog just brings her a lot of comfort.”
“So just give her whatever she wants?”
“Basically, yeah.” He laughs, and I do too. That’s something I can do.
We’re finishing our set when Mikael comes running down the basement stairs. He smells more like Charlotte than himself and only has a towel wrapped around his waist. Anders laughs. “About fucking time.”
“About that, uh, she’s in heat,” Mikael says.
“What?” I ask, panic trickling out of me in waves. I’m learning the fucking basics of taking care of an Omega, and now I’m going to need to get one through heat.
“Okay. Everyone, calm down,” Anders says. “I’m going to call her mom and let her know, so she doesn’t worry and picks up Hank. Eli, go make sure we have plenty of food first. If not, get some delivered to the house. Mikael, go around the house and collect every single fucking blanket we have, and bring some waters and Gatorade to the nest.”
Mikael and I blink at him, and he groans. “Um… now.”
We’re brought out of our daze as we all do our jobs. I worry about leaving Charlotte alone, but we need to get everything in order. I’m so used to being the one in charge, but right now Anders is the only one who seems to have a single fucking clue as to what we need to do. I take stock of the pantry and make a list of what we’ll need. Then I order everything on Instacart and submit the order, stating to not knock on the door and just send a notification when it’s here. I put a huge tip on the order so that it gets done quickly.
