With his mouth near my throat, he growls low and deep, and his cock begins to swell. He stuffs me fully, my cunt locking him inside me as he spurts his cum.
It seems to last forever, and we end up rocking together gently as silent tears fall down my cheeks.
Relief washes over me as he knots me, moaning my name and groaning in pleasure.
MyAlpha,my scent match, the man who makes me smile more than anyone else, is now locked inside me.
He only stops rocking into me when I let out a small sob, and immediately moves off me, rolling us to our sides. My back is to his chest, and he wraps his arms around my front, pulling me closer to him.
“Hey,” he murmurs in my ear, his voice rough. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“It’s a lot,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I feel so much right now.”
“I have you,” he promises. “I’m right here. Literally.”
I huff out a weak laugh at his joke. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad it was you,” I admit.
He nuzzles his face into my neck, pressing a soft, gentle kiss at my nape. “I’m so lucky,” he whispers. “It’s an honor to be your scent match.”
I sniffle, overwhelmed at his words, and his chest rumbles.
Ivan keeps me close to him, locked inside me as he purrs loudly, the vibrations soothing and calming.
“You can rest,Omega,” he says, a gentle command in his tone. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’m right here.”
My body is drained of energy, and my mind is mush.
My inner Omega is satiated, pleased beyond belief that she’s found a match.
I succumb to the fatigue, lulled to sleep by Ivan’s purring.
I wakeup when Ivan pulls out of me, his cock no longer inflated and roll onto my back, sighing.
“Come here,” he murmurs, and I crawl toward him, laying my head on his chest while he runs his fingers through my hair.
His purr is just as strong as it was before we fell asleep, and I nuzzle my face into the warmth of his body. “What happens now?” I murmur.
He hums thoughtfully, his fingers carefully pulling tangles out of my hair. “Now, we shower, and I order us some food. Preferably a burger and fries.”
I snort. “No. I mean…after. When we go back to work. And beyond that.”
His fingers still. “Oh. We do whatever you’re comfortable with. We can tell people, or we can keep it private.”
I make a face. “Everyone’s going to know. Immediately.”
He laughs. “Yeah, they will. And if you don’t mind, I’d prefer to shout it from the rooftops.” He squeezes me softly, and I smile into his chest.
“And beyond that…” he adds thoughtfully. “Beyond that, I’m here for whatever you want to do. We’re going to get you a pack, sweetheart. The pack of your dreams.”
I’m overwhelmed at his response. “How are you like this?” I ask, in awe.
“Maeve, you’re my scent match. Nothing is going to make me insecure. Iwantto share you. You deserve to have exactly who you want. Like I said before, whether it’s me, or a million Alphas…” He pinches my arm playfully. “Or just me, Logan, and your guitar teacher.”
I sit up quickly, sputtering. “Excuse me?” I demand, my face reddening. But he just has a smirk on his face, his eyes twinkling in delight. “Fang?”
How on earth does he know about my attraction to Fang?
He shrugs. “Just a guess. I’m just saying, whoever you want—ow!”
