My pleasure builds, a tight coil in my gut, but it’s amplified by what I feel through our bond. I can feel his pleasure, his shock, his overwhelming bliss, and it feeds my own, turning it into a roaring inferno that threatens to consume us both.
I can feel my orgasm coming, a deep, inevitable tide.
My knot starts to grow, a slow, thick pressure at the base of my shaft. It pushes hard against Jude’s opening, stretching him wider with every thrust. Then, with one final, hard shove, it pops into his ass.
The sensation is incredible, a tight, perfect lock that sends me over the edge.
I come long and hard, my cock pulsing as I empty myself into him. The feeling of my knot and my hot seed sends Jude over the edge again, and he has another smaller orgasm, his cute dick forcing out a few more pathetic drops of cum as his body milks my pulsing shaft for everything it’s worth.
Jude’s body goes completely limp beneath me, a boneless, sated weight.
Moving slowly, I lower his hips onto the bed, resting myown body over his, careful not to crush him as I wait for my knot to go down.
I kiss my mate’s face, his lips, his cheeks, feeling the calming, blissful waves rolling through our bond. I nip playfully at his shoulder, then at our mating bite. A primal urge to bite him again, to re-mark him, surges through me, but I don’t want to hurt him. Instead, I kiss and lick the still-fresh mark, nuzzling against his skin.
Jude’s arms wrap around my neck, holding me tight like he’s scared I’ll vanish. He presses his cheek against mine, and I feel his hot breath against my skin. Then deep worry slips back into his mind, but he speaks before I can ask what’s wrong.
“I’m scared,” he whispers, his voice small and fragile. “I’m scared of what my father is going to do when he finds out that I’m mated.”
I lean up, resting on my elbows, and cradle his face in my hands. “He can’t hurt you anymore,” I say, my voice firm and sure. “The law is clear, Jude. You belong to me now, and there isn’t shit your father can do about it.”
His eyes start to water, and he shakes his head, his voice trembling as he tries to explain. “You don’t understand. He’s…he’s so powerful. He’ll find a way to get me back or to hurt you.”
“I’m a powerful alpha too, little omega,” I tell him, my tone leaving no room for argument. “But unlike your father, I have nothing to lose.” I lean down and press a gentle kiss to his lips.
“He’ll go to the police,” Jude argues, his voice gaining a little strength. “He’ll say you kidnapped me. Or… or worse.”
“Let him,” I say simply. “There are cameras everywhere, Jude. They’ll show me leaving a bar, and then they’ll show me entering an alley where I found an abandoned omega indistress. An omega who willingly got into my car to get out of the rain.”
Jude opens his mouth to argue, but then closes it, his mind clearly scrambling for a rebuttal, but all I can feel is a flicker of relief in our bond.
“Trust me,” I say, looking him right in the eye. “I know what I’m doing. I will protect you. Your father won’t touch you. Ever again.”
Chapter Seven
Jude
I’m making a nest in Pace’s bed.
It feels…good.
For days now, my body has been a battleground of pain and pleasure, a vessel for someone else’s desires. But now, for the first time, I’m doing something just for me. Something to settle my nerves.
My hands move over the blankets and pillows, my fingers tracing the soft textures. I arrange everything just right, pulling the dark gray sheets and a thick, soft comforter into a circle around me. I grab the pillows, fluffing them up and tucking them into the corners, creating a small, safe space that’s just for me. The scent of Pace is everywhere. In the sheets, in the pillows, in the air. It wraps around me like a warm blanket, calming the frantic, anxious energy that’s always humming just beneath my skin.
Heavy footsteps stomp their way down the hall, and I lookup right as Pace comes into the room. He looks so good in fitted jeans and a tight, tucked-in black shirt that complements his dark hair and eyes. It makes me a little flushed, realizing this handsome, powerful alpha is my mate.
“You’re working hard.” He stops in the doorway, watching me work, and I can feel his admiration through our bond.
“I hope it’s okay that I make a nest on your bed,” I say, curling my fingers into the soft comforter beneath me. “I was getting a little restless.”
“Ourbed,” Pace corrects me. “And you can do anything in this house. It belongs to you, just as much as me.” His dark eyes hold mine, making sure I understand.
I nod, and some of my nerves settle.
“We’ll have to get you some proper nesting materials,” he says as he moves to the big wooden dresser.
“Really?” I can’t help but smile, excited.
