Though, I paused on the praise when I found out she used all those funds to buy some abandoned town in the middle of the mountains.
Still not quite sure why she did that or how she’s related to the other girls who jointly own Widows Peak.
It’s on my list of questions.
Ones I’ll ask her after we address the more important items. Like how she prefers to have her pussy licked. If she enjoys knots in her ass. Favorite ice cream—for food play. Date of her next heat. Bondage preferences. Cock-warming limits.
The usual.
Then we can get to the semantics about our past.
I glance at her in the mirror, noting the way she’s worrying her bottom lip as she stares out the window.
Night is quickly creeping up on us, cascading shadows throughout the car. But her expression is still clear in the low lighting.
She’s nervous.
And aroused.
The former is coming off her in waves, and the latter is evidenced by the luscious scent of welcoming slick.
She’s wet. But of course she is—we’re a match. It’s a natural response between our dynamics. That doesn’t mean I’ll take advantage of it.
I want her to ask for my knot.
Tell me to eat her cunt.
Beg me for a kiss.
Yeah, I have a consent kink. It’s at odds with some of the other shit I like to do, but there’s just something so fuckinghot about a woman—or a man—giving me permission to destroy them in bed.
I also really enjoy making my conquests plead for more, even while crying out for me to stop.
I bet Aurora will cry prettily for me. Those beautiful brown eyes, damp with her pleasure-induced agony.Mmm. Yes, fucking please.
It takes considerable effort to return my focus to the road. But I need to deliver our queen safely to her future nest. If she’s amenable, we can play on the jet.
Then I can stare at her for however long I want.
For eternity, hopefully.
I swallow, my heart beating harshly in my chest. Her scent is like a drug. I’m addicted already and eager for more.
The urge to growl hits me hard, intrinsic desire running hot through my veins.
My omega is finally here.
That I’ve spent the better part of the last few years obsessing over her existence doesn’t help. I haven’t fucked anyone outside of our pack since learning about her.
God, Johan must be tired of sucking my cock.
I’ve used him as my primary relief, all while thinking about the pretty little bee humming in my back seat.
Well, I thought about him, too. And the things I intend to make him do to her.
Soon,I think.So. Fucking. Soon.
The makeshift airfield we used to land on isn’t too far from the town. An abandoned farm—one we bought after finally locating our intended pet.
