“Oh, God. I love it,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
Tiny fingers clung to the lapels of my suit jacket. I continued to run a hand along her back, calming the frantic thrumming of her heartbeat, which finally evened out. She took a step back, looking up at me from under wet lashes.
“But we’re married now. Isn’t the courtship over?”
Taking her face in both my hands, I kissed her forehead. My thumbs stroked a familiar path over her freckles, shaking my head.
“Oh, my innocent little omega,” I said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Until my mark is here for everyone to see, we are courting. And even after, I will lavish my omega with all things exquisite, shiny, and special, because she deserves no less. Do you understand?”
No matter how long it took, Willow would know how treasured she was. I would devote myself to her happiness. The worry lines on her face vanished as she stared at me.
“I think so,” she said, still looking uncertain. The tip of her nose wrinkled. “It doesn’t smell like us.”
“Not yet,” I said, cupping her chin. “We can fix that. Do you want that?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Good girl,” I said, nearly drunk on the scent of her thickening arousal. “Turn around so I can peel you out of this gown and drown your nest in our scents while I knot you.”
Twenty-Four
WILLOW
Acold bead of sweat trickled down my temple as I let out a shaky nod. I still couldn’t believe that this wasmine.My nest. Growing up, I never had a separate space for one. After I presented, I turned my closet into a makeshift one during my heats.
My heart quivered like some magical fairy while I tugged on my fingers. Roughened hands brushed over my clavicle.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, expertly undoing the illusion buttons on the back of my dress.
I traced the crystals on the bodice as the corset loosened. All I heard was the sound of the zipper crawling down my back and my ragged breaths. The smooth silk slid off my shoulders, puddling at my feet. My nipples tightened, and my pussy throbbed.
“Made for me,” he said, trailing his fingertips across my exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Did you know that, Omega? That you were crafted especially for me. And I was made for you.To make you feel good. To take care of you.”
His lips closed around my clavicle, and a keening cry escaped me. As my knees buckled, his arm banded around my waist, holding me up.
“No,” I breathed.
“I’ll have to show you then.”
Inked fingers skated over my stomach, toying with the hem of my panties. I moaned, my head falling back onto him. A hand slid between my breasts, and I bucked my hips, desperate for him to touch me.
“Please,” I begged. “Alpha.”
Ignoring my request, he lifted me as if I weighed nothing, tossing me onto the bed covered in plush blankets. He scrubbed a hand over his beard, his eyes darkened as they followed a path across my body.
“On your knees, hands on the headboard.”
The smooth command wrapped around me like spun silk. I eagerly complied, my omega almost in full control. My nails dug into the velvet on the headboard as I looked over my shoulder, watching him.
Slowly, he shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the foot of the bed. Long fingers worked open the buttons of his shirt, sliding the expensive fabric over his muscled body. A needy sound fell from my lips, making his eyes darken as he stripped down to his briefs.
The mattress sank under his weight as he crawled toward me with all the lethal grace of a panther. My omega keened, wanting to please our alpha.
“I want my pretty wife to make a mess for me,” he said, the filthy words sliding effortlessly off his tongue.
His hand cupped my pussy, and I gasped, rocking forward. He chuckled, the sound breathy and ominous.
“Such a good girl. All wet for me.”
