by V T Bonds
Setting up a rhythm much more brutal than I had planned, I snap my hips up again and again, burrowing my cock into her sopping vice as many times as I can before my knot inflates.
Feeling the warning surge in the base of my spine, I wrap one arm around her back, clutching her nape and forcing her down onto me.
I brace for her screams of terror as pleasure swamps me, my knot ballooning behind her pubic bone.
Instead, her eyes grow impossibly wider with wonder before they glaze over. Her orgasm steals my breath and vision with its perfection.
She milks me for everything I’m worth, plus about a million lifetimes. Nothing I’ve done in life has been worthy of her, yet here she is, my perfect little Omega, accepting my knot with beautiful glee.
As my ribs saw in and out with haggard breaths, the high begins to wane. My cock spurts deep within her each time she spasms, but my eyesight returns as her contractions become more sporadic.
Her happy smile and glossy eyes fill my view, even as her channel struggles to stretch around my throbbing knot. Noticing my attention, she moans and rubs her mating mark, making her pussy clamp down on me. I groan the deepest growl I’ve ever produced, my vision fading at the edges.
She bends forward, shifting the glorious heat encompassing my cock, and my thighs shake with the change.
I crunch my abdominals, intending to consume her mouth with my own, but she detours to my pectoral and bites.
Sharp little teeth pierce my skin, her mouthful more towards the center of my chest than over my heart. Her entire body seizes, a high-pitched yip escaping from her.
The bond between us explodes in kaleidoscopic beauty, the brilliance too splendid for words. Her heart settles in my chest, siphoning off the best of me and morphing it to fit into her petite ribcage. The nest becomes a utopia, our connection no longer hindered by time or space.
We are one, held in two bodies.
Two parts of a whole, each required for the other to live.
She digs her teeth in further, my large muscles making it difficult for her find loose skin. When her body relaxes from the shock of our souls colliding, she puckers her lips, creating suction and pulling my flesh into her mouth. Her yip turns to elated purring as she swallows my life force.
I encourage her to take as much as she desires, but she lets go after a few pulls and licks at the wound she just made, sending shivers of electricity down my spine.
When she keeps lapping at my chest, veering off to the side and wetting the area over my heart, I realize she’s covering my tattoo.
Claiming the family who ruled my life before she came around. Making her own confession of jealousy and thankfulness. Forgiving me for failing her when she needed me most. Highlighting the fierceness hidden under her sweetness.
Declaring her happiness.
Showing me the unconditional love and devotion of a lifemated Omega. Too emotional for words, I rub her back, promising to care and love her for all eternity. Offering her the protection of a strong Alpha. Devoting the rest of my life to her.
She’s seen my life, known the recesses of my heart, resides in every corner of my soul.
She knows how cold my early years were and understands my decision to join the military. She cares for me despite the darkness I’ve endured and the terrible deeds I’ve committed. She’s seen my skill and my strength, and yet she still wants me.
Once she’s covered half my chest in her saliva, she rests her head on the other side, cuddling close. She shifts, wrapping her arms around my ribs, causing more delicious pressure on my knot, and sighs her contentment.
Within three breaths, she’s deep asleep. Little chuffs puff from between her lips at the end of every exhale. A full smile tightens my cheeks, and even though I’m swamped with amazing pleasure, a chuckle bounces her around.
She just snuggles closer, hugging my ribs as tightly as she grips my cock.
I force myself to stop laughing, wanting her to rest while she can.
I can’t stop smiling, though. Through incredible orgasms and unprecedented peace, my mind focuses on one abstract thought.
My boxer briefs still tie my knees together.
Chapter Fifteen
Shya
Why can’t pain always feel this good? It follows me into sleep, turning every dream into enticing pleasure.
The scars made by the accident and horrifying treatment afterward seem less jagged, Dirk’s presence in my soul soothing the dark parts in me. It doesn’t wipe everything away, but my woes become more manageable with his broad shoulders to help carry the load.
Broad shoulders. Hard muscles. Towering height. Gentle hands. Thick knot.
Yum.
Fierce Alpha. Strong morals. Kind heart.
His birth family didn’t deserve him. They were too shallow and cold for his compassionate soul.
The family he created for himself helped his sense of worth and made him feel wanted. Without them he’d be just as lost as he was growing up. I’m grateful for the tightknit group of males he’s relied on for years.
I’m also jealous they’ve stolen pieces of his heart, experienced things with him I could never have endured, and earned his respect.
And the newest additions besides myself make me want to rip my hair out. Red hot anger thumps in my heart. I don’t want to share him with anyone, especially other females.
A part of me recognizes how irrational that is, but the majority of me wants to go on a rampage. I want to destroy things, gouge out their eyes, and yank out hair, anything to portray how mine Dirk is.
I know he loves me more, needs me in ways he could never need them, but I don’t want to share him. At all.
Putting my mark next to his tattoo hadn’t been a conscious thought. Emotions and instincts led me to aim there.
I’m glad I didn’t mar his tattoo. Now that we’re bonded, I understand how much it means to him. I would have cried for years if I’d have destroyed his ink just to find out how much it represents.
In slow increments, sleep fades away. As my thoughts rise from the fog of dreams, I realize his steadily deflating knot has been my reason for waking. I shift, a twang of upset vibrating from me as it almost slips free.
Between one breath and the next, I go from snuggling on top of the most comfortable mountain of man to flopping onto crumpled sheets. Although annoyingly wrinkled, it emanates his heat and scent, an adequate alternative to the top layer of our nest.
The solid wall of male above me releases a purr so decadent my eyes roll to the back of my skull. His knot pops out of my sore channel, but before the flow of juices can gush to the sheets his massive hand scoops it up. My swollen bits shiver and spark as his calloused digits swipe along them.
Saliva fills my mouth as the scent of our mixed fluids invades my nose. As I open my lips to speak, my Alpha already fulfills my wishes, tipping his hand and pouring the syrupy liquid onto my tongue.
Life flows down my throat and blooms from my stomach out into my extremities. In an easy yet firm wave, it rushes through my veins, and I want him to feel the same thing.
Before I can finish processing the wonderful sensation, he brings another handful to my mouth. I can’t resist lapping it up.
Euphoria.
I don’t want to experience this alone, though. Several mouthfuls later, I finally gather up the awareness to refuse more.
“You need some,” my voice croaks, and I find my purr has made my throat sore.
His handsome blue eyes meet mine. My stomach drops, even after all we’ve shared together.
“Don’t worry, Little One. I’ll help myself after I’ve given you your share,” the playful lilt in his rumbly voice makes my heart flutter in my chest.
I don’t deny myself the next serving.
Or the one after that.
A niggle of worry starts when he keeps ferrying more to my mouth. What if he doesn’t save any for himself?
His growl holds equal parts teasing and reprimand.
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p; “Trust me, Shya. I won’t miss out on this. I’ll take care of you, love. Relax,” he says, resting his full palm against my lips.
Shifting his body until his breath skims my ear, he whispers.
“If you can, that is.”
Goosebumps follow my shiver, the dark promise and light happiness in his tone working in tandem with the flirtatious note humming through our bond.
I brush my tongue along his palm, giddiness sitting in my stomach with our delicious nectar. He spoons another gob to me before slinking down my body.
I grab his shoulders, but he keeps crawling away from me. Unable to reach without bending in half, I weave my fingers through his golden hair, shocked at how soft it is. He scrunches to the bottom of the nest until his face hovers over the juncture of my thighs.
My legs tense, the new position a little scary. He fills his lungs and purrs, my mind scrambling as he directs the vibrations straight into my unmentionables. His smooth tongue swipes up my center, and I squeak at the startling sensation.
It feels so good.
Again, he runs the flat of his tongue over me, and I admit defeat.
I can’t relax while he tastes me. My legs squeeze his head and my back arches. His hot mouth descends on my intimates, finding every sensitive part and teasing them toward bliss.
Pleasure builds, floating me higher and higher into the clouds.
His tongue spears into me, breaking the illusion of floating. I soar through beautiful colors, my body seizing through my orgasm.
All the while his sure tongue consumes me, until my over sensitized parts complain. I shriek, pushing at his head and trying to wriggle away.
He doesn’t stop.
In the space of seconds, I’m flying again, sobbing and sweaty but too happy to explain.
After one final suck over my whole private area, he rises up, swiping his hand across his face and licking it clean.
I’ve turned to mush. My body will not move.
His chuckle rings with masculine pride, and I send joy through our link.
He shuffles us around, turning me onto my side and spooning behind me. I’d rather lay on his chest, but don’t have the energy to move.
“Rest, Little One. I’ve got you,” he promises, feathering his fingers along my side.
Leaning my back against him, I sigh my delight, sinking down into clouds of comfort.
If perfection had a name, it would be Dirk.
Chapter Sixteen
Dirk
Exploring her sexuality is without a doubt the best thing I’ve ever experienced. She’s met each new thing with a cute timidity and sweet delight.
She’s woken me a time or two, her dainty fingers enamored with a different part of my body each time. I’ve tried to keep my hands off her to allow her inspection, but I fail within the first three minutes.
I’ve woken her several times, feeding her our mixed essences as my knot loses its place within her body.
What I wouldn’t give to spend days locked in our den together.
I sigh, the stillness surrounding us signifying the end to our solitude.
We’ve landed, which means I have responsibilities. We must leave our den.
Sliding my palms off her curvy ass takes monumental effort. With her weight pressing me down into the bed, I smooth my calloused hands up her back, loving the way she cuddles more securely against my chest.
I gather her hair into one of my fists, framing her face with the other and raising my lips to hers.
“Wake up, Little One. Time to leave the nest,” I whisper, trying to rouse her gently.
She gives a pitiful whine but opens her eyes.
The pink is gone. Light purplish grey orbs look about, still unfocused with her grogginess.
“No thanks,” she whispers back, closing her eyes and relaxing into my hold.
With a smile, I sweep my tongue into her mouth and pull the veil of sleep away from her.
Her groan stirs my cock, but I fight the urge to sink deep in her. When I pull back, she chases me, but I firm my hands and hold her head captive.
“Yes, Shya. We’ve landed. We must go.”
She grinds her clit against my lower abdomen, licking where my lips just touched hers. As the first bit of slick seeps from her, she opens her eyes.
Bright pink pierces into my soul as she floods our link with a wave of desire.
“I’m awake, but I don’t want to get up,” she states with a lopsided grin.
Oh, the sass of my female! She manifests this minx out of nowhere, yet always exudes an innocent little angel.
I love her so much it hurts.
It almost hurts more to deny her what she wants.
“I know, my naughty little Omega, but if we don’t get up now, someone will be knocking on our door in the middle of it. I can’t handle that kind of interruption. Knowing someone heard the sounds you make when I love your body? I’d have to gut them.”
She frowns, testing my words through our link and finding no lie in them. Sighing, she scrunches her nose and pushes up.
It doesn’t help much. I let go of her hair and face, grabbing her hips to steady her.
Her magnificent pussy rests on my lower stomach, a smear of slick between us. I grind my teeth together, diverting my attention by watching her peel back the top layer of our nest.
We both squint at the brightness, her huff full of annoyance. I guide her off me, twisting so I can settle her back on the sheets.
A quick swipe of my palm over her pussy has her gasping, but I lick the slick from my palm and don’t touch her again.
When I climb out of the nest, she wraps her arms around her middle, a pout forming on her face.
I let her stare at me with baleful pink eyes, crossing the room for some water bottles. Cracking one open, I sit on the edge of the floor, letting my feet rest on the mattress.
“Come here, Little One, and have some water.”
She climbs into my lap, settling sideways against my chest. We sit in silence as we share a few waters, her little sips bringing a grin to my lips.
Once three bottles are empty, I kiss the top of her head and stand, cradling her to me.
Her purr of delight thrums through my body, and she sends a wave of awe into our link. My grin spreads to a smile.
She’s complimenting my height and strength.
I purr right back, loving how she fits in my arms. A quick squeeze gains her attention.
She looks up at me, and a hypothesis begins.
In her relaxed state, her eyes reflect her surroundings, the purple hue barely discernable within the light grey. Is it arousal that turns her eyes pink?
Striding across the room, I set her down at the relief port. Despite the hours touching every inch of each other, she blushes when she looks at the relief station. I kiss the top of her head and find things to do—throw the empty bottles in the trash, find the things that fell off the table during turbulence and put them where they belong, rummage through the wardrobe for a set of clean clothes for each of us.
Having given her ample time to finish, I return to the hygiene bay, place the clothes on the counter, and turn on the shower.
When I turn to her, electric pink eyes stare up at me, burning my guess to ashes.
She is in no way aroused. I’d hoped her eyes flashed that epic color only when I heat her blood.
Agitation pulses from her, both in a cloud around her body and in waves through our bond. Hating the foul emotion surrounding my lifemate, I purr. Instinct demands I soothe and fix the problem.
“What’s wrong, Little One?”
Her face scrunches up and her arms cross over her chest. I step forward, but she doesn’t welcome me any closer.
“No shower!”
“You don’t want to shower?”
“No shower!”
She stomps her foot and glares at the wall, depriving me of her expressive eyes.
After a deep breath, I study her. Defensive posture. Petulant attitude.
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br /> “Shya, it’s time to shower,” I keep my voice firm but gentle, hoping her response will change.
“No shower!”
Another stomp.
I focus inward while stepping back. Delving into our link, the startling clarity of her thoughts and emotions sit right at the surface.
The pattern of her thought process remains linear and clean. She’s angry, with only one reason: she doesn’t want a shower.
I want to cuddle her upset away and bring my sweet Shya back.
My purr rolls through the air. As her eyes soften, I step forward and scoop her up, cradling her close.
“Why don’t you want to get in the water, baby girl?”
Her lower lip trembles and she hugs herself tighter. I sit her bottom on the counter next to our clothes, shifting her to face me. After prying her arms apart, I wrap them around my sides and press our fronts together. Tucking my elbows along her back, I stroke her filthy, matted hair.
She smells absolutely divine, but I’ll be damned if I tote her in front of other Alphas with her slick teasing them. Plus, no matter how much pride I feel in her tousled look, females tend to want to appear more put together.
“I have you, Little One. Take a few deep breaths while I hold you. I’m here when you’re ready to talk, but no rush.”
We have a time limit, though. Vander will be knocking on the door in the next few minutes if we aren’t out soon.
She doesn’t need to worry about that, though. I’ll carry that weight for her.
She wiggles closer, shuffling her arms as far around me as she can. With her cheek pressed over my heart and her shoulders under mine, her palms press against my lowest ribs, still a few inches on each side from my spine. So tiny.
So precious, even with the rollercoaster of emotions.
It clicks.
Her eyes change with her emotions, not just arousal. Every time she’s gotten overwhelmed with fear or anger or happiness, her pupils have flashed to bright pink.
Has she always been this way? Or did my enemy alter her?
My intuition leads me away from those initial options. Her memories don’t recall such an oddity, so she wasn’t born with this condition, and while she was in my enemy’s clutches long enough to be altered, this doesn’t hold the mark of fabrication.
