13. Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Shadow

D ragging my Alpha into a room that doesn’t have my scent all over the bedsheets feels weird, I admit, but that’s only because I’m an oversensitive Omega. It’s vaguely insulting that he’d sleep in a bed that doesn’t have my perfume soaked into the mattress.

Considering I’m about to fix that problem now, I manage not to be too visibly offended.

I strip out of my long-sleeved shirt, and he tugs on my hand to pull me around to face him.

The kiss he plants on my lips throws me off balance, but his arms keep me from falling.

It’s exactly what I’ve been craving since he left.

That lightheaded feeling like I’m floating on a fucking cloud while he’s holding onto me, keeping me from flying further away. It’s intoxicating, and I get it every single time we kiss.

My desire for more intimate physical touch grows from that feeling, spiralling out over my body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

My slick comes in, soaking through my underwear.

My perfume is triggered, ready to sweat out onto his sheets so he can never forget he had me here, in this bed that isn’t familiar, so far away from the place we call home.

He breaks the kiss to breathe in deeply, his eyes fluttering closed as he groans at the taste of my scent on the air.

I can’t keep the smirk from my lips. He always forgets how utterly intoxicating my perfume is.

His cock is straining against the front of my pants, the wet tip leaving a sticky trail at my waistband. I undo my pants, staggering as his arms move from my back to my sides.

“Turn around,” he orders, his voice taking on a hoarse quality.

Oh, yeah, it’s been way too long since he felt his knot inside me.

He needs me as desperately as I need him now.

“I’ll turn around,” I tell him. “On the agreement that you’ll never make me wait three weeks to have your knot inside me ever again.”

He groans. “I’m sorry. I’ll never leave for this long again.”

I don’t know if that’s true. It’s kind of hard to tell when he’s this far gone.

His cock is actually starting to knot, a tiny little bit, and it isn’t even inside me yet.

“You’d say anything to have me right now.”

“I mean every word. I never want to let you down again.”

I turn around slowly, and he tugs my pants down, fingers slipping into the waistband of my boxers to take them off at the same time. The sounds he makes as he breathes in the deeper perfume of my slick are absolutely depraved.

I bend over the bed, letting my elbows prop me up as he runs his hands over my ass.

He doesn’t waste much time, drawing a gasp from me as I look back to see him sinking to his knees behind me. He parts my cheeks as my pants and underwear pool around my ankles.

His tongue is the first part of his body to touch my swollen, slick soaked entrance.

He tries to take it slow, but after only one shudderingly long, deliciously languid lick, he starts hungrily devouring every last drop of my juices.

It only makes me more desperate to have him fill me with his knot.

My dick is pressed up against my stomach as he eats me out, straining to be touched.

Almost as if he can feel how much I need it, he reaches one hand between my body and the bed and wraps his fingers around my shaft.

I let out a soft moan as he starts to work my length up and down, strong fingers finding the perfect grip and rhythm so quickly that it should be fucking embarrassing.

My cum spills out over his hand and my stomach in seconds.

His tongue retreats from my ass as I recover, thankful for the lack of stimulation while I catch my breath.

“Move up onto the bed more,” he instructs, as he removes his hands from my body.

It’s easy to kick out of my sneakers and socks with the rest of my clothes at my ankles, helping to tug me away from them. I turn around as I move, looking up at him once I’m on my back.

“Better?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

He smiles, as he brings his cum coated fingers up to his lips. “Much better.”

I don’t know what it is about watching my mates eat my cum that makes me so hot, but my flagging cock gets rock-hard again in about four tenths of a second, while he sucks his thickly coated middle finger into his mouth.

After he cleans off his hand, he climbs onto the bed and dips his head down to clean the last few drops of cum from my stomach, taking his sweet time with each lick of his thirsty tongue.

I’m beyond ready to be knotted, and it’s starting to feel like the wait might kill me.

“I need you,” I murmur, stroking a hand through his hair as he finishes licking my abs.

He kisses me softly. “I know. I’ll take care of you.”

His hand moves to stroke over my cock, and I let out an aching groan.

“That’s so not what I meant,” I whisper.

“You want me to give you enough orgasms to make you pass out,” he reminds me. “That means I get to take my time and make you come as much as I can before I fill you up with my knot.”

Oh my God. He’s serious.

“I did say that,” I agree, though it seems a little unfair that he’s sticking to that promise, now that I’m all slick and ready for his swollen cock.

“Starting to regret it already?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me before he sits up.

My heart races as I look down at his thick, swelling cock.

He gives me a smile before he straddles my middle, his back to me.

It feels like the biggest fuck you I’ve ever gotten, until his hands get to work.

The left works my shaft slowly while the right dips lower, fingers gliding through my slick and probing my entrance. He penetrates me with two fingers, sinking deep and starting to fuck me, while he works my cock with his perfect grip.

“Don’t let me pass out until after you’ve got your knot inside me,” I warn him.

“Mm hm,” he murmurs, clearly focused on what he’s doing.

“I mean it, Ez. I want your knot. I’ve missed your knot. You’re not getting away with finger fucking me until I’m …” I let out a gasp as he pushes a little deeper, hitting the right spot to make me shut the hell up.

I’m on the edge of another climax, and we’ve barely been alone together for ten minutes.

I concentrate on breathing, feeling my face heat up as he pushes me closer and closer to tipping me right off that ledge.

“Come for me, Shadow,” he urges. “I want to swell up inside you while you’re still coming.”

“Oh my fucking God!” I come hard in his hands, and he moves swiftly, letting me go and taking up the space between my open legs in a heartbeat.

I’m still gasping for breath when I feel the thick head of his cock pushing at my well lubricated slit. The only reason that he’s not inside me right now is because I’m tensed up as the last few drops of cum spill out of my body. The second that release happens, my body relaxes and when I push forward, he thrusts inside.

“Finally,” I breathe out, as he grasps my hips and starts to sink deep.

I can feel his knot swelling up inside me instantly, making him feel impossibly big.

Just knowing he’s locked inside me now until he comes, as many times as I want, makes my lust for more come rushing back through my body. My dick barely gets three seconds to relax before it swells back up, ready for at least one more climax before satiation hits.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, as he starts to slowly rock into me.

“Of course I do, I’m your mate.” I reach up and put my hand on the back of his neck, tugging to get him to lower his upper body.

He moves down, bringing us closer together.

This is how it should be between us.

He’s my Alpha, and I’m his Omega.

We weren’t made to be mated only to spend days and weeks and months away from each other.

Our lives can’t go on like that. It’s no good for either of us. It’s no good for our pack.

I gaze up at him, and I know I don’t want to be broken apart again.

My heart can’t take being separated any longer.

“I can’t leave you again,” I admit. “I won’t.”

“I want you to stay.”

He means it, I can feel it.

For the first time in months, I feel secure.

I’m with Ezra and Owen’s on his way out here to be with us.

Pete’s here, too, and a new mate we’ve barely spent any time with.

I smile back at my Alpha.

“I’m not going anywhere.”