A warmth spread inside me at the gentleness of it. How special it made me feel.
“Thank you, baby.” My chest felt tight with all the love I had for her. I wanted to tell her… but would it be too much for my skittish Olive? Instead, I poured all my love for her into a kiss. My hands cradled her face as the kiss deepened. I carefully rolled us so I was on top of her, the mattress shifting precariously under us.
“What are the odds we break this?”
“I don’t know, alpha. Do you have plans for more rigorous activity?”
“Mmm, so rigorous.” I pulled back slightly. “You want that, baby?”
“I want to feel all of you.”
We engaged in a clumsy dance to strip off the rest of our clothes, and then I was back on top of her.
“I love how you feel against me,” she said. I groaned as her fingers surrounded my cock and squeezed. “I need you inside me.”
She moved me to her entrance and I pressed inside. I tried to keep it slow in case she needed to adjust, but then her legs were wrapped around me, and she pulled me in all the way. I swore as the heat of her surrounded me, and I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep from coming.
Olive giggled. “You okay, there?”
I opened my eyes and saw my omega’s amused expression. “Just trying not to embarrass myself,” I choked out.
She ran her fingers through my hair again. “You won’t, Easton. You’ve already made me feelsogood, and now I need you to move.”
I wasn’t about to make her beg. I pulled out almost all the wayand then thrust inside her, hard. I wanted to record the little noises she made so I could listen to them all day long.
I hitched her thigh up to give me more access as my knot started to swell. I ground forward so my knot hit her clit with every thrust.
“OhmygodI’m going to come again,” Olive cried out.
She came with another thrust and I couldn’t hold off anymore. With another big thrust, I pressed my knot all the way inside her. I buried my face in her hair as the strongest orgasm I’d ever felt washed over me, stealing my words, stealing my breath. My whole world narrowed down toher, my Olive.
Her arms and legs were still wrapped around me when I finally came back to earth.
“Am I crushing you?” I croaked.
She wiggled beneath me. “Maybe a little.”
“Hold on tight.” I palmed her ass, keeping her pressed to me as I rolled us over so she was on top. She cried out at the movement, her pussy clamping down tight.
“Did you just come again?”
She laughed. “Yeah, I think I did.”
I jiggled her, savoring her soft giggle, and pressed my smile to the side of her face. “You’re amazing.”
“You are.” She traced her fingers down my chest. “Thanks for seeing me, Easton. For not letting me push you away.”
My heart squeezed at her words. I knew she couldn’t move—she was stuck to me until my knot went down—but I still clutched her to my chest, one arm banding around her back and my other hand cupping her inner thigh.
“This is it, Olive. You gave me a chase, but I caught you. I hope you don’t think I’m going to let you go.”
She didn’t respond and I thought she’d fallen asleep, but then her words came, so quiet and vulnerable they made my heart ache. “I hope you don’t.”
26
OLIVE
Easton might havean obsession with staying inside me.
