It’s the best smell in the world, it’s sitting around the fire as the cider simmers or eating the fruitcake you’ve been preparing for all year. The one time of year when it’s acceptable to just relax, a rare treat when you live in thewilderness like I did growing up, where survival depends on hard work. Hestia’s scent tells me it’s safe to take a break and enjoy myself, as if it’s designed for me specifically.
That must be what it means to be a scent match. It doesn’t just smell good. Her scent calls to me, reaching deep, touching me on a level beyond the senses, a mix of comfort and attraction.
After her heat burned off her suppressants, it was obvious we were scent matches when her scent hit us full force.
Hestia’s squirming distracts me from fantasizing about bonding my scent match. That’s something we’ll have to explore when we’re not her bosses.
I like having her trapped under me like this. I grin down at her.
“Do you want me to fuck you, little omega?” I say, rubbing my cock against her clit.
She pouts and whines impatiently.
I try to brush off the last of my nerves. I’m always worried about being intimate with someone for the first time, but I’m even more anxious because it’sher.
I kiss her, and she opens immediately for me. Her tongue against mine—my thoughts dim.
I notch my cock at her entrance and push forward.
Except my cock doesn’t budge.
That breaks me out of the trance.
I give Hestia one last peck and sit back on my knees, drawing her hips onto my lap. She bites her lip and watches me through hooded eyes.
I rub her clit with my thumbs as I try to force her onto my cock.
“You’re such a good omega, I know you can take mycock. We’ll make it fit,” I say, pulling harder, fingers digging into her soft skin.
She moans and I slide in about half an inch as slick gushes around my cock, dripping onto the mattress.
I rock forward, working past the tight ring of muscle. Hestia’s legs twitch and she digs her nails into my arms, urging me closer.
I know I’m talking, but I don’t know what I’m saying, if it’s even coherent. I’m struggling almost as much as she is.
“That’s it, get nice and slick for me, good girl. You’re so tight, but I know you can take more, just breathe. You feel so good, so hot—fuck. You’re doing such a good job. Good little omega. Just breathe for me.”
We strain to get my cock inside her, and Ifeelit as she slowly stretches, struggling to adjust. I’m sweating and tense, watching her face to make sure she can take it. I can’t focus on anything except how tight she is, but surely after all this effort I must be at least a third of the way in.
Except when I look, the head isn’t even in yet.
I stop, breathing hard.
Hestia whines plaintively, and I feel like doing the same. She’s still pulling on me, but her hold has weakened and she’s trembling.
We’ll have to work up to this more than I thought. I don’t think we’ll get there during this heat.
“You did great, little omega. You were so good for me,” I say.
It doesn’t really matter if I can’t be inside her. My packmates will take care of the knotting, and Hestia and I can do other things.
Charm grabs my arm and stops me before I pull out.
“You’re not giving up already, are you?” he says, using his disarming smile.
“I tried. It will take more training to work up to this,” I say firmly.
I rub Hestia’s thigh comfortingly, though she’s so hazy, I’m not sure if she knows what we’re talking about.
