Owen licks the side of my neck and barely holds his own weight on his elbows.
“I need you,” he moans in my ear.
“You have me,” I tell him between his thrusts.
“Please, Alpha. I’ll be good,” he says, and it’s the most he’s spoken since he started his heat. I’m sure the need to bond is riding him as hard as he’s riding me right now. I’ve pushed it down. There’s no way in hell I’m going to bond him when we haven’t spoken about it. His heat was sudden, and I can only imagine the regret if we went that far. “It hurts, and I need you.”
My heart aches, and I’m so close to pushing him off of me and putting him on his back so I can place my bite mark on his chest.
Alexi intervenes for the both of us. “Are you going to fill your Alpha up, Omega? Hmm? She needs it so bad.”
Owen groans into the side of my neck, his forearm wrapping around my collarbone as he pulls me up. Alexi is beneath us and just watches in awe as Owen fucks into me. My tits bounce with each thrust, and Owen scents and kisses me as he takes what he wants.
Alexi reaches forward and places his thumb against my clit, rubbing in delicious circles, pushing me closer to orgasm with each rub.
“Do you want her to lock your cock, Omega?”
Owen thrusts into me hard, and Alexi continues playing with my clit, and it sends me over the edge as I lock his cock and I feel his cum flood into me. He not so gracefully takes me down onto the bed with him as we stay locked together, and his arm flops on top of me to land onto Alexi’s chest.
Alexi lets out aoofsound and then laughs. “I don’t think he realizes his size,” he says softly, and I make a noise of agreement.
“Are you hungry?” Alexi asks, and suddenly my stomach grumbles. He leans forward and kisses my forehead before leaning over and kissing Owen’s. “I’ve got to call coach and act like we’re all still sick again, anyway,” he grumbles while getting up and adjusting himself. He gives Owen and I one last lingering look before leaving the bedroom.
Suddenly, both of Owen’s arms are wrapped around me, and my lock loosens, but he doesn’t stop fucking back into me. Despite the amount of cum dripping out of me, or the fact that he’s had four orgasms in the last hour.
“Please, Alpha,” he mumbles in my ear. His teeth drag at the back of my throat, making me shiver. “Please.”
I turn around in his hold and look into his blue eyes. His pupils are so large I can barely see a ring of blue.
“Soon,” I tell him, stroking his face. He lies flat on his back and directs me to get on top of him, which I do. No matter how tender my pussy is, or how my thighs burn like a motherfucker. I climb on top of him and grab his messy cock and put it in me. “You’re so good. Soon. I promise. You’re mine.”
He lifts his head, exposing his neck, the strong tendons flexing and completely tempting me. He whimpers as I slide down his length, his hands grabbing my hips for dear life.
“Make it better. It hurts,” he says, and I break, fucking him as hard as I can, just wanting to make him feel good and take his pain away.
“You feel so good,” I tell him. His hands leave my hips to wrap around my hair and bring my face to his throat. It’s the clearest invitation I’ve ever been given, but I can’t give in, no matter how much I want to. I can only imagine how good it would feel to bond, to no longer have this itching feeling of dissatisfaction when it comes to Owen walking around unclaimed. That there would be a visual reminder everywhere he went that he is mine.
Because he is mine.
He’s mine in every way. He calmed me with his presence before I even knew we were fated. And when I was aware of him being my scent match, everything clicked. Owen being mine is what gave me the strength to quit surgery, finally. Owen, Alexi, and I are a pack, and in the heat of the moment, with his delicious body pressed against mine, I can’t think of any reason not to mark him.
He would feel so good, I would feel so good.
I’d always know he was okay, even while at away games. We would always be connected. I’d never have to worry about him when we weren’t in the same place. He would be mine forever.
I need it. I need him.
“Bite me, I need it,” he says. His pheromones choke me. His sweet strawberry scent fills up the room, traveling down my throat and into my lungs in an act that seems to completely shut my brain off. He fucks me from below, his hold on my hair tight as he uses me to get off. “Please. Please. Please.” He’s begging and pushing my lips toward his throat. “I need you.”
“I need you too. Fuck, do I need you.”
I continue riding him, my muscles contracting with each movement, and it’s like everything goes hazy. Like all of my baser instincts are taking over. Every desire I’ve held back for weeks so that Owen could have his dream. But this is my dream, I realize. Having a pack, being mated to an Omega, it’s more important than anything I could have ever imagined.
He starts begging again, and it breaks me. “Please make it stop.”
So I do.
Without another thought or consideration, I lean forward as I fuck him and sink my teeth into his chest, avoiding his throat. It seems like the need for discretion of where his mark is placed is the only thing I’m able to comprehend.
