“You taste fucking perfect, Blossom,” he murmurs before diving back in. His tongue swirls my clit, then plunges deep. The pressure, the rhythm—it’s too much and not enough all at once. I’m spiraling fast.
“Zeke, I need you,” I whimper, desperate to be filled.
He slows, then rises. His lips are shiny with my slick, his eyes heavy with hunger. I prop myself on my elbows, heart racing.
His torso flexes as he unbuttons his jeans. He pushes them down with his boxers, and his cock springs free. It's thick, long and flushed at the tip. My mouth falls open.
“Spread your legs for me, perfect omega.”
There’s no question in his voice. I obey, slick and wanton. My scent floods the room and he swallows thickly, jaw flexing.
“Perfect,” he says again, and steps closer. He strokes his cock, then rubs the head through my folds. One slow pass over my clit has me dropping back with a moan.
Then he presses in.
It’s slow. It’s tight. The stretch is delicious torment.
He leans over me, planting an elbow by my head, chest brushing mine. He pulls out, then pushes back in deeper. Each thrust is a little further, a little deeper, until I’m full to the hilt.
I cling to his biceps and rock with him, matching his rhythm. He finds a steady pace and I start to climb again.
“Such a pretty omega opening up for me,” he groans. The praise hits me right in the center. Every word feels like a stroke between my legs.
He leans down, licking over the bite at my neck. I gasp, a whine slipping from my lips. It's like he's discovered another erogenous zone on my own body. Every touch to the bite sends shocks straight to my clit.
“Good girl. Make that sound again.”
He nips the bond, then sucks it gently. A few more thrusts and I explode, whole body locking up as the orgasm rolls through me. "Knot—please—" I whine through my orgasm, wanting him closer.
“Yes, Blossom. Come for me,” he growls.
He thrusts deep, knot catching with a burn that borders on bliss. He locks into place and pours into me, cock pulsing thick inside. The bond lights up and I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
His breath is hot against my throat. He licks my bond again, then kisses it like it’s sacred. My fingers slide into his hair.
He lifts me in his arms, still knotted deep inside, and carries me to the couch. I straddle him, body molded to his. I bury my face in his neck, find his bond mark, and kiss it. Electricity dances through the connection and I feel him twitch inside me.
“Blossom,” he murmurs, one hand stroking down my spine.
I didn’t think I’d fall asleep like this, but I do. Still connected. Still full. Safe in his arms.
Winnie
It's Saturday but Riley's running the store for me. All the omegas are at Clara’s house for Book Club. Since the guys and I went on our first date at the roadside pub last week, things have been progressing steadily. Every day, I go to work. One of the alphas stops by my store and hangs out or even helps a bit. A couple of nights we've had dinner at the Evergreen Café or Bee Haven. Just talking about our days. Then I go home, and we restart.
It's a nice routine, and I feel like I’m getting to know them better. Rafe’s easy charm that usually masks real care, Corbin’s protective concern, Zeke’s open and honest interest, Eli’s steady eyes. Gage is still a bit of a mystery. He’s present physically, but he always feels like he has one foot out the door.
Cali glares at her belly like she can’t believe it’s still there, and is personally offended by it.
“Why won’t this baby come out? Why?” she asks the room at large and no one in particular.
“Maybe you’ve made it too comfortable in there,” Rose offers.
Cali shakes her head and sighs. She’s has 4 days until her due date and is deeply unhappy about it. She’s been hoping to go into labor any minute now.
Clara comes out of the kitchen with a freshly restocked charcuterie board, replacing the one we already demolished. She drops onto the couch and sets it on the coffee table.
Clara’s house is a big Victorian perched on a bluff, and while it’s beautiful, it’s always given me the creeps. Especially since it’s actually haunted by one of Clara’s alphas. She’s assured us he’s occupied elsewhere while we have this very impromptu meeting. The alphas usually come, but they’re all busy, so it’s just the omegas today. We wanted to squeeze in one last book club before Cali pops.
