The flash in her eyes says she’s coming back to me. As soon as we bond, I’ll be able to feel how much she wants me. Though that’ll only happen if I play my cards right.
I have to show her I won’t abandon her, and that I’ll forgive her for anything. Even if she rejects me, I’ll always be hers.
Ollie shifts her weight to one hand as she feeds the other between us. The second she touches me, a deep moan pours out. I roll my hips, already needing her to stroke me. Instead, she holds me there, her hand squeezing and relaxing like she’s testing my size.
“What are you thinking?” I ask as I let go of my cock, giving her room to play.
“What do you think?” Ollie runs her hand down to my base, covering every inch of me, gentle purrs rumbling from her, and I give in instantly.
I can’t take charge when my omega is this happy.
Ollie makes little noises of wonder as she focuses on me. She strokes me slowly before pumping my cock, teasing under my cockhead, but never going further.
My back arches so I can press myself into her hands, and she raises her gaze as I groan.
“I thought you said I’m the one being mean?” I choke out as she strokes me again, sending shivers through me with the rough pads of her fingers.
“Maybe it’s payback for making me wait for your cock,” she says with a smirk as she changes tactics, pressing the very tips of her fingers to my shaft and running them up so slowly that I’m shuddering. Her short black nails look even better against my tanned skin.
Her thumb presses my cockhead, and my knees turn to jelly, but I won’t give in. Because Ollie’s purring is the best sound in the whole damn world.
She leans forward, her face hovering over mine as she speeds up her strokes. “I’m not letting you go,” she whispers as she plants the softest kiss on my lips. I stretch my neck to deepen the kiss, but she stays out of reach.
With each stroke, she winds me tighter, pressing kisses to my cheeks, my nose, my forehead. Each brush of her lips sends new tremors of love through me as I cave under her.
The scent of her slick grows stronger until I’m sure she must be soaking her jeans, because there’s no way the car could smell this strongly of maple syrup unless it’s her slick.
I thought she was the one who’s touch-starved. Every tiny kiss, each purr, and the way she groans whenever her thumb sweeps away the pre-cum beading at my tip; it’s proof of how needyIam. I miss my omega so much that I have nightmares about losing her. Because I want to take care of her and fuck her and make her happy.
But this is something else. She’s loving on me like she’s the alpha. The way she comforts me and holds me pushes me toward whimpers and whines because her touch and her taste are so tender; it rips my heart open, and it’s there for her to take.
“Ollie,” I gasp, my mouth open like a baby bird desperate to be fed. “I’m going to come.”
She finally gives me what I want as she kisses me, her tongue sweeping over mine as I bury my fingers in her hair and hold her to me. I’ve never felt so in love, so insanely happy it hurts.
Her purrs vibrate through my mouth and echo in my throat, and I close my eyes as I lick at her. The blend of lavender and maple syrup is perfect, and I roll my hips to feel more of her strokes.
“Will you do it for me?” she gasps as she pulls back, and I open my eyes to find her as taken away as I am. “I want to see you come, Kane.” She’s shaking, desire flooding her face as she grinds along my shaft like I’m already inside her.
“I can’t refuse my omega.” I sigh, and her grin is all I see as my pleasure releases and I cry out.
I pull her to my chest, pressing my nose into her neck so I can scent her. With my lips on her skin, I growl to stop myself from biting her.
Her palm massages my cockhead, pulling even more cries from me. “That’s it, Kane. Just like that,” she murmurs as she runs her nose over the curve of my neck, shuddering along with me as I pant.
I really am completely in love with her.
I lick at her shoulder, sucking at skin, wanting to mark her and make her mine. If I leave a hickey, will Timber find it? The idea of him seeing how I’ve loved her fills me with warm satisfaction.If I bite her, would he lick it? And how would Ollie feel if he bit me?
The first comfortable silence we’ve had settles between us as we nuzzle at each other and bask together in the afterglow.
Kane
“You know, I didn’t actually get to see the main event. You were holding me too tightly,” she says as she licks at me. The piercing in her tongue dents my neck before she replaces it with her teeth.
She nibbles, her hands still tight around my cock as I loosen my grip on her back so she can move. Ollie might have only bitten me to tease me, but it’s everything to me.
“You can bite harder. I’ll bond with you whenever you want.”
