“I’ve got you,” he whispered.
Logs sputtered in the fireplace, punctuating the next snap of Kaelen’s hips as he sank his knot into me, locking us together. The stretch burned and sparked another climax. I tumbled over the edge, nipping at the Celtic cross tattooed above his heart.
He knocked his head back, his hair spilling down his sweaty back.
Warm ropes of his release spilled inside me. His cock swelled as he chased the feeling, still rocking into me as much as he could as his knot caught on my opening. I whined, falling back onto the bed and shaking.
“Shhh,” he whispered, his voice raw as he brushed the sweat-soaked hair off my face.
With us still knotted, he carefully rolled me on top of him, feathering gentle kisses over my brow. He scraped his nails over the column of my spine, making goosebumps erupt on my arms.
He murmured in Gaelic, burrowing into the spot between my collar and jaw. Each word was more reverent than the last. And even though I didn’t understand what he said, I didn’t need to. I felt each word in the beating of heart, my omega content for the first time.
Ours.
“You did so well for me, Omega,” he said, his lips resting on my pulse. Another tiny orgasm overtook me, making me pant a needy sound. “That’s it. Such a good girl. Stay with me, mo chroí. Go deo.”
“Go deo?” I asked, my heavy eyes closing as I drifted to the sound of his purr lulling me to sleep.
“My heart. Forever.”
Fifteen
KAELEN
Ambient light filtered through the dark curtains as the smoldering ash in the fireplace sizzled. The final dredges of sleep released me, and a slow warmth seeped into my limbs. A small weight lay on top of me. My precious omega slept soundly, her tiny frame rising and falling with every breath.
My dick stirred at the vision, and as much as I wanted to wake her up with me buried inside that sweet pussy of hers, I willed it to calm down. I had too much to do today. Besides, my girl needed to rest. I didn’t want to wake her. Not when she looked so peaceful.
Fuck, she was perfect like this. In my bed. Sated frommyknot.
Careful not to disturb her, I combed my fingers through her hair, pushing it behind her ear. She moaned an adorable, sleepy sound at my touch. Willow’s omega accepted me, and I hoped it wouldn’t be long before she did too. She was close, but I sensed her hesitation to give in completely.
A snarl bubbled beneath the surface as I remembered the scarson her body. I understood why she was so uncertain around me. I wondered if she had ever seen a healthy relationship between an alpha and omega.
William Sterling was a bastard who abused his daughter.
While I didn’t have proof yet, I was confident he was the reason for his wife’s health issues. What a pathetic excuse for an alpha, manipulating the omegas in his life. Once I proved it, I would help Isabelle Sterling.
I would care for her like my own mother.
A cold, hard fury settled in my gut, remembering the crisscrossing lines and burns that marred Willow’s delicate body. My blood turned to ice, splintering into jagged pieces that made it hard to breathe. A man who was supposed to protect her… injured her, marked her.
Myomega.
I closed my eyes, my fists flexing as I pictured his smarmy face. The scowl twisting my features morphed into a violent sneer, envisioning how I’d peel that smirk from him, and watch him piss himself as he pleaded for a mercy that would never come.
He’d bow in front of the devil, and I’d murmur a haunting sound, enjoying his cries of pain.
Eventually, he’d beg for death, and I’d show him the same amount of compassion that he’d shown his daughter.
My heart hammered. I sucked in a sharp breath, burrowing my nose in her hair and drinking in her scent. It doused the blazing rage in my veins like a summer’s rain damping a bonfire—still there, but quieter.
A bright blue light lit up on my phone from its spot on the end table. I groaned, easing Willow until she was curled up beside me, tucked safely under the blankets. Immediately, I missed her body snuggled against mine. I left my adorable omega under the comforter while I reluctantly hopped into the shower.
I turned the water a touch too hot, appreciating how it scolded my skin, mirroring my simmering anger. Water dripped off as I slipped into a pair of joggers. I dried my hair, leaving it down as I walked back into the room to get changed.
At my entrance, Willow sat up, her half-lidded eyes roamingover me. The most beautiful creature ever crafted waited in my bed, the sun haloing her head like the angel she was. Her eyes darkened, nipples tight.
