Love isn’t everything. But a house is only as strong as its foundation, and it makes a pretty fucking good one.
She pulls away, leaving me panting and chasing her lips. Before I can catch them, white-hot pain in my neck almost brings me to my knees.
The bond rolls through me instantaneously. I can feel her everywhere. Her sweet, cool presence wraps around me, and nothing will ever be the same again. The bond waits for me, and I know that I could reject it, like slamming a door in her face, but I would never.
For the seven years I’ve known her, this is all I ever wanted.
I open my heart and soul to her and let our bond settle right where it belongs behind my heart.
“Ariana,” I whisper as I stroke the back of her head. “Hey, sweetie. I feel you.”
She looks up, face still streaked with tears, but her eyes are bright, and her smile is blinding. “I can feel you, too. You’re happy. You’re actually happy.”
“Happy doesn’t begin to cover it.”
Happy is how you feel on your birthday. It’s laughing with a friend in the park as someone trips over their rollerblades. It’s getting a surprise day off from work.
That’s not what this is.
My soul is singing. The world feels different. Lighter. There is nothing I cannot accomplish with Ariana by my side.
I am not happy.
I am forever changed.
Things are going to be different moving forward, and I am so excited to embrace every change. I wonder how my scent is going to morph now that I’m bonded to her. How will Grant’s? Derrick’s?
My swirling thoughts quiet, and my mind goes blank when she pushes her hips against me. Pleasure zings through me, swelling my dick, at the softest touch from my Omega. I’ve heard from people that bonding can make you weepy, or horny, or both. I assumed we’d be weepy, and this turn of events has taken me by surprise.
It takes her pushing me toward the couch to notice that Grant had stepped back and given us some space. He’s been waiting for us on the arm of the plush sofa, never taking his eyes off of her, when she shoves me onto it and straddles me.
The cameras that dot the room become an afterthought in the pleasure of the moment.
Let them watch.
The producers, the crew, America.
I don’t care.
I’ve got my Omega on my lap and my Beta beside me. All that is missing is my best friend, and our pack would be complete.
Desperate hands plant on my shoulders, heat radiating from them. Ariana uses them as anchors as she grinds against my cock and makes the sweetest little whining sounds. I want to pull the front of my basketball shorts down and push into her, knot her, give her everything she wants. My instincts are going haywire with the need to take care of my Omega.
My voice is thick with arousal as I call to my Beta. “Grant. Help her with her pants.”
A lascivious grin splits his face as he moves behind her and slips his hands under the waistband of her leggings. I pop her butt so she rises onto her knees, and he makes quick work of pulling them down her thighs. As she’s revealed to me, I can feel myself slipping closer into a rut.
It takes some maneuvering for the two of them to get her pants off, but she’s soon bare to me from the waist down. The scent of her slick is thick in the air. Creamy vanilla and tart citrus combine in a way that makes me desperate to get my mouth on her. Grant works her shirt off, and once he undoes her bra and leaves her naked andwanting on my lap, he kisses and nibbles up the side of her neck.
As much as I want to feel her slick heat, to have her squeeze my knot, I am not going to take her virginity on television. She deserves better than that. Something intimate, where she’s not entertainment for a horny crew watching through monitors.
I’ll still take care of my girl, though.
I snake one of my hands between her legs, finding her slick with need, and gently stroke her lips. Her head snaps up, eyes wide as she stares at me in slack-jawed amazement.
“I’m the first person to touch this pretty pussy other than you, huh?” She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, cheeks flushed with embarassment but her chest painted pink in arousal. “I’m going to take good care of you, Omega. All you need to worry about is enjoying yourself.”
Derrick would deny her until he was ready to watch her explode. Me? I’ll give her as much pleasure as she wants, and then some. I want to see my Omega shatter into pieces.
