Page 18 of Tattooed By The Elf

“It did.”

“I need time to myself soon. I managed to use your things to balance me out a little, but I really need a proper nest.” Brooke sighed.

“That’s true.” I caressed her thigh. “We should handle that immediately.”

“Please. I’ve been trying to keep it together but…”

“No, wildflower. There is no more waiting. Come.” I helped her up and showed her the other door of our room. “Open it.”

Brooke opened the door and her eyes widened before she ran inside. She looked around and then exited. She food my drawers and immediately began picking out what she wanted. She then took the pillows off our bed that already smelled like me along with blankets. She sniffed everything before she took them in. Lastly, she took the shirt that I had on when we arrived and put it on the floor where she sat.

I knocked on the door, accidentally startling her.

“Yes?” She asked.

“Can I come in?”

Brooke nodded, but she didn’t look completely happy.

“What are you missing, wildflower?”

“I don’t know. It just feels incomplete.”

“Maybe I can help.” I went over to a chest and opened it. I began tossing stuffed animals her way.

Brooke grabbed them and her eyes lit up. “Why do these all smell like you?”

“Because they were all bears my mother made out of my birthday clothes each year. They are her gift to you. From one Omega to another.”

Brooke began arranging them around the room. The entire thing was a nest and she was making it her own. Once bare, she was turning it into the perfect space for her, which meant the perfect place for our heat ruts.

When she was finished, she was completely settled. She laid in the middle and summoned me with a finger.

“Yes?” I said when I was near.

No words were said, but she stripped me down and pulled me to the floor. She straddled me, lined us up, and sank down on my erection.

“Mmm…” she hummed.

I gripped her hips and helped her ride me until we both came. While my knot stayed inside her, she laid on top of me. She made lazy circles on my chest, completely content. It was the way she relaxed there that told me she was comfortable.

“Does this mean that I have to give up my career as a singer?” She asked me.

“No, however, you will have to have Elven security.” I insisted.

“Deal. Remind me to thank your mother.”

“I will. I should feed you.” I caressed her sides, enjoying the softness there.

“Yeah. You should.”

But we didn’t move. Instead, we fell asleep. A few hours later, I felt her shiver and I wrapped us in a warm fuzzy blanket before we passed out again. We were exactly where we wanted to be.

What was happening? Brooke stroked me firmly outside her heat. Not one of those get you off quickly kind of jackoffs but the kind that made you feel the blood pumping in your veins. It was intense. Each up and down stroke was like experiencing sex for the first time. New and so exciting that you knew you were in just the right place you needed to be in that moment. You were definitely doing this again. Me–I was definitely doing this again.

Her slick folds held onto my shaft as she moved her hips against mine. She coated me in her slick. It wasn’t as heady as when she was in heat, but it still put me in a trance. She was ready for me, but giving in would have been too easy. Instead, she marked me with her body, making me desperate to be inside her.

A moan slipped from her lips and I hissed. I was so erect that it hurt. The need to release was so intense that my head pounded right along with my heart.