I set the water down by the side of the bed and crawl up between his legs.
“Needy?” I ask, and he nods.
“I hate this. I do. But yes. So needy right now.”
I don’t hesitate, just slot my cock at his hole and push in. His back arches up; his skin is dewy, a sheen of more than just sweat lining it. I lean forward and lick up his spine as I fuck into him. Our skin slaps, our moans mingling as I take him.
His face presses into the sheets below him, his mouth opening and closing as he gasps for breath.
I take him harder, his body shifting up the bed with each thrust forward. He comes twice, each time his hole strangling my cock. It’s fucking heaven, the way I want to die. Inside him, smelling the sweet scent of him.
By the time I roar, my knot filling his slippery hole, he’s up against the headboard, his cheek pressed against the wood, his hands twisted in the sheets he pulled from the corners of the bed.
I lean forward, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him against my chest, the two of us settling onto our sides as we catch our breath.
“Why was that even better than the last time?” he asks, his throat rasping.
“That was all you,” I say. “You smelled…morethis time. Like leather and musk mixed with your heat.”
“Oh gods, that sounds terrible.”
I inhale deeply and rub my face against his neck.
“Trust me. I like it.”
He’s silent for a long while, his fingertip drawing a shape on the back of my hand.
“Vince didn’t like it.”
My body stiffens. I don’t know who he is, but the fact that this fucker made Arbor feel bad about himself makes the wolf inside of me growl.
“Vince is a dick.”
Arbor laughs and then presses his face into the crumpled sheets beneath his cheek.
“Yeah, but he’s not wrong. It’s overwhelming. I know it’s not necessarily bad, but…well…I’m not fully omega.”
“I had a feeling.”
He waits a moment and then adds, “I cannot believe I’m going to tell you this. I blame the heat, but…I’m part fae on my dad’s side.”
“Hm, that makes sense. Your smell, your glowing skin.”
“Yeah.”
I move my hand across his chest to his thumping heart. I hold it there, letting it feel that strong organ.
“No wonder you’re so beautiful. I’ve never met a fae before, but I’ve heard they’re beautiful.”
He sniffles, and I drag my hand up to his neck, touching it gently. I don’t think he’s given compliments often.
“Do you ever see your dad’s side of the family?”
“No, I’ve never met them. My parents aren’t alive anymore. It used to be forbidden for fae and your kind to mate. My mother was an orphaned omega, and I guess my father fell for her hard. He left the fae to be with her and eventually came to resent her—and me—for it. I think the bitterness and resentment got to them. They turned to drugs and self-destructive behavior. It ultimately took their lives.”
“Shit, Arbor. That’s terrible.”
“Yeah, I know it’s not like that anymore, or at least it’s not supposed to be. People are much more accepting.”
