“Rest, Omega.”
Each day drifted into the next, blending until I no longer knew when or where we were. I had no idea how long it lasted. It was a cloud of knotting, making my omega come, and forcing her to eat and bathe.
Something she stubbornly fought against.
More than once, my wild omega nipped at my fingers while I tried to feed her, leading to me knotting her hard and fast. I swore she pushed me on purpose, smirking like a feral kitten when I gaveher what she wanted.
Water dripped from the cloth in my hand, and I gently caressed it along Willow’s curves. Since she refused to get in the bath—saying she needed our scents on her—I have enjoyed cleaning her while she rested.
Those pretty, sleepy eyes blinked open, and my heart threatened to burst from me. The glazed expression that had covered them for the past days wasn’t there. Instead, I saw my wife staring back at me.
The delicate column of her throat bobbed with a tentative swallow. I leaned over her, brushing the backs of my knuckles along the freckles that decorated her tanned skin.
“Hi,” she whispered, the greeting a faint rasp.
Golden morning light spilled in from the windows, making my omega glow like the goddess she was. It was a small reprieve from her heat. My alpha prowled, pacing, urging me to seal the bond.
Bite. Bite. Bite.
“Hello, mo chroí. Do you feel it?” I asked, resting my palm over her heart.
“Yes. Is it time?”
I closed my eyes, trailing my nose over her pulse, relishing her delightful scent. It smelled entirely of her. Of summer rain, wildflowers, and fresh honey. I cradled her face in my hands, knowing I could spend an eternity drowning in her presence.
“If you are still sure?” I asked, praying to whatever deity who would listen that she’d say yes.
Her tiny hand covered mine. My heart stuttered at the brilliant smile she granted me. My still half-hard cock sprang to life, slapping against my stomach. She perfumed, drowning us in sweetened wildflowers.
A muscle jumped in my jaw as I barely held myself back.
Once I marked her, her scent would change. A flawless blend of morning coffee and wildflowers. Honey and whisky.
Her hand pulsed in mine—steady and sure. She traced my knuckles, following the inked, flowering veins covering the skin.
“I’m sure. I want this, Kaelen. Alpha. Please.”
And with those words, my alpha tore free like an unleashedbeast. I crashed my lips to Willow’s, lifting her and sliding her silky cunt down onto me while I kissed her.
This was it, the moment in my life I was certain I’d never have. My world was too dark and twisted for anything good. Here in my arms sat the most beautiful, stunning creature I’d ever met. And she was mine. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I’d found my queen.
The woman I’d worship until my dying breath.
The points of my teeth elongated, preparing to make my wife my mate.
Forty-One
WILLOW
Ishuddered at the fullness, wrapping my arms around his neck. We faced each other, me in his lap as he slowly—maddeningly—rocked his hips. I breathed into him, sliding my tongue along his, wanting to taste all of him.
The decadence.
The depravity.
The devotion.
