Page 52 of The Omega’s Nest

“Promise me you’ll tell me if you don’t wanna do anything, all right?” Leo asks, his eyes searching mine. God, he’s so earnest about it. I knew he’d make the best alpha, even when we were fourteen and I wasn’t sure if he thought I was less since I’d presented as an omega. I was still sure he’d be the best alpha.

“I promise, but, umm …” I drop my gaze to his lips, down to his throat, watch him swallow audibly. “It’s safe to assume I’m always gonna want your knot.”

Leo groans and kisses me, and I meet him with the same desperation. I’m absolutely dripping for him, but he’s not making any moves to get my pants off. I slide my hands down his back and grip his ass, dig my blunt nails in and hope he gets the message.

“Okay, okay,” he pants out when he breaks away, his focus shifting to my pants.

He makes short work of getting me naked and flipping me onto my stomach. I gasp. Leo slides his hands up my calves, over my thighs, and cups both ass cheeks in his palms. His tongue licks a long stripe up my hole, and I moan.

He starts fucking me with his tongue. I shove back against him, wriggling in his hold trying to get more, to get everything. Leo’s groans vibrate through me as he takes me hard and fast with his mouth.

He pulls back and his words ghost over my skin. “You taste like … I can’t stop, Jesus, Addie, you taste like …”

I can’t wait for him to finish that thought.

“Please,” I beg, my voice high.

Leo comes up behind me. His palms land beside my head as his thighs cradle mine. I’m caged in, his breath hot on my neck, his thick cock nudging against my hole. Before I can beg again, one hand disappears as he lines himself up and pushes inside.

I throw my head back as his hand lands back on the bed. He rolls into me, his cock carving me open—even with the slick, he’s a lot to take outside of heat. I cry out, and he sucks kisses onto my throat, his growl muffled against my skin.

It’s not a slow or gentle fuck; it’s rough and brutal right from the get-go. I shove myself back into it, frantic for more of him. His groin slaps against my ass with a smacking sound, my slick squelching around him. I crane my head back and he meets me, more panting into my mouth than kissing me.

His knot swells and he breaks the kiss, lips trailing down to my mating gland. His breath is hot and wet on my skin. I’m begging, my pleas a chant over our panting breaths and the slick sound of our mating as he rails me.

Teeth sink into my skin, tearing the flesh open as he locks into place inside me and erupts. I gasp and white out as I start to come around him, my cock kicking against my belly and shooting come all over the bedspread.

Leo snarls, sinking his teeth into my mating gland as he pumps into me, the grind of his hips tight against my ass. His chest is slick with sweat, creating a delicious slide against my back. All I can do is moan as I come around him and fall even deeper into the bond.

I can feel his pleasure as if it’s my own, and he’s feeling pleasure all right. There’s no rational Leo now, and I’m the same. We’re an alpha and omega—a claim, a breeding—and nothing can come between us.

A rumbling feeling starts in my chest, pushing up to my throat. My lips part around it and I start to purr. Leo’s crushes me to him, his responding growl a warm, possessive rumble against my back.

I wake up to the feel of Leo’s knot deflating inside me.

“Okay?” he asks immediately.

We’re on our sides. Leo’s propped himself up, his fingers carding through my hair, pushing it off my face. He leans down and drops a soft kiss on my temple.

“Yeah,” I breathe out, sated and so relaxed I barely recognise the feeling. I purred myself to sleep, held tight in Leo’s arms. I haven’t felt this peaceful in years. Not since the last time Leo and I sat on my couch rewatching The Endless Summer—because even on the cusp of realising his dream, Leo was encouraging mine—the night before he left for the military. The memory makes tears well in my eyes.

“Addie,” Leo says, sounding a lot more awake. “What is it? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no.” I turn and he slips out of me. I smile up at him. He’s frowning, his scent alarmed. “I’m so damn happy, it’s leaking out of me.”

Leo smiles, a bit unsure. “You’re sure? I mean, me too. God, me too. But … you never used to cry.”

He traces his forefinger under my eye, catching the tear.

“Omega hormones,” I say because, well, it might be? Who knows. All I know is I’m happy. And I could be a lot happier.

“Hey,” I say and grin up at him through my tears. “Are there some surfboards around here?”

And now Leo laughs. “If there aren’t, I’ll go buy you one right now.”

I snicker, but I can feel down the bond that he’s dead serious.

Fortunately, there are boards, though not sized for my height and weight. Doesn’t matter, I can make it work.