34. Oliver
Chapter 34
Oliver
I don't wake her.
I just bask in her glorious afterglow the morning after, breathing in her sweet scent of gingerbread.
Her scent has grown stronger now that she is going into heat, and I try to fight off the image of her alone in the woods.
I should have been there for her, but I am here now.
We all are.
The others just have to wait that little bit longer.
Mila is mine…
And before I can earn back her forgiveness, I want her to torture me, make me fight for her trust again.
It's the only way I can be free of the guilt that chews me up every day.
I'm an Omega. I should have known better.
I know what it's like to crave a knot to the point where you feel as if you will die.
The others would never understand. Well, not quite.
Yesterday, I had allowed myself to be selfish, hogging her all to myself. I don't care if my Alphas are suffering.
They have to experience every ounce of pain that we put Mila in.
We all do.
I have never entered her once. I have merely pleasured her.
It has always been about her, and I refuse to let her pleasure me.
I have my Alphas for that.
But not this time. I will pleasure her until I am blue in the balls. I will have no release until I know she is sated and satisfied.
Still, I won't deny that I am deriving pleasure from just being close to her, getting to touch her, and having her all to myself.
I kiss a path down her neck, and she stirs, turning around to face me.
"Oliver…"
"It's okay, I'm here… I won't leave you again."
A soft sigh, and she closes her eyes, wiggling in close to me, and our noses brush.
I am drunk on her scent, losing myself in pure bliss, and this is how I want to stay for the rest of my life.
Forget the world outside.
It's just me and Mila…
She giggles. "You still have paint on your face."
She reaches up, rubbing at a stubborn patch on my right cheek.
"Matches your eyes," she whispers.
I smile. "Well, I knew blue was your favorite color…"
Mila purrs next, and if she scoots any closer, she will be right inside my ribcage.
But I would cleave myself right open if it so much as made her happy.
"Where does it hurt?" I ask, my new catchphrase.
Mila opens those green jewels of eyes, and I lose myself inside that never-ending forest.
Green was always my favorite color, but no shade of green could ever compare to her eyes.
"I'm fine now."
As the words escape her, she winces, and I get to work, kissing a path down her body.
"Don't worry," I whisper against her skin. "I will make it go away…"
She lays on her back as I continue my path down her body.
I reach the apex of her thighs, burying my face deep between her legs, having my taste of her, and she's soaked.
Even better than I remembered.
Mila arches her back, bowing off the bed when I hit just the right spot, and she pleads, reaching down to grip fistfuls of my hair
I purr against her pussy, letting the sound vibrate against her wet, swollen lips, and she pants, pushing my face deeper inside her, wrapping her legs around my shoulders.
"Yes, yes!"
That's my girl. Let them all know what they are missing.
My own dick is throbbing painfully, but I won't stop until I wring every last drop from her.
We can all wait to get our dicks wet.
It's all about her…
When I pull my face out, she drags me up to her mouth and plants a feral kiss on my lips, tasting herself on my tongue.
She growls possessively, her claws raking up and down my back, and I shudder.
It's like she's marking me. Making me hers.
I will always be hers.
Just as she is mine.
She flips me around, taking charge, then plants a kiss on the hollow of my neck, but I flip her back around.
Gleaming rings of emerald are all that stare back at me, her pupils encompassing the entirety of her eyes, and she's losing herself to her Omega.
I know because I get the same way when I'm in heat.
But Mila is something else.
Pure, animalistic need to claim what is hers.
She will have me.
But I want this to be all about her.
We need to work for her trust first.
Her chest heaves, gleaming with sweat, and I'm pretty sure I can spy her heart pounding beneath.
There's no denying she is an Omega on the brink of heat now.
Still, I placate her, letting her know that I am not going anywhere as I place a finger on her full lips. "Mila… it's okay…."
Her breath is wet on my finger as she continues to gasp, lost in the throes of her heat.
I rub my finger in gentle circles around her lips, and her pupils shrink, and just like that, she is Mila again.
"It's okay…" I purr, reaching down to kiss her pulse.
It beats against my lips, and I lick away the sweat that has gathered there, wondering maybe if I can bite her here one day.
She would need one of the guys to bite her into the pack.
But I will be damned if I don't get to be the first to bite her.
A red blush takes over her face, and now Mila looks away in shame.
"I'm sorry, I don't know…"
Pure, sweet little thing. She's as green as her eyes.
I know she didn't really mean to go feral.
It's just her Omega.
I don't take my finger from her lips. I continue to caress the plump, red flesh, letting her know that I understand.
"It's okay, Mila. It happens. You… should have seen me my first time… The nest was covered in feathers…"
She looks up. "Feathers?"
I smirk. "From all the pillows I tore apart with my teeth."
She blinks. "Oh."
I chuckle, leaning in to kiss her. "Just promise me one thing… for when you do go feral…"
"Yes?"
"Make us suffer. Scare the living shit out of us. The guys will be in for a surprise."
And Lachlan thinks he's so unhinged.
Her answering smile makes my heart skip, and now she meets my kiss.
"Promise."