Chapter 17

Regina

I t's been a week since being reunited with Snow, and I've been practically glued to her side the whole time.

The guys might call their home a cottage, but it's more like a massive cabin. When I think of a cottage, I think of a small, cozy place. But with these lycans being over seven feet tall, there's no way a cottage would fit them.

Everything about this place is big. Except Snow. At first, I thought it was rude to have her sleeping in such a small space, but then Dallas pulled me to the side and explained that omegas like less space. They like small, cozy spots to make their nests.

When I asked what the hell she needed a nest for—she wasn't a bird—he laughed and shook his head. Guess it's a place where omegas feel safe. A place of their own. The smaller it is, the less overwhelming. No open spaces to feel exposed.

I also didn't know that an omega's nest was a sacred place that they don't just share it with anyone. She needs to trust you, to feel comfortable around you. It's their safe space and a place for their heat.

It had me puffing my chest with pride all week because that's where I've been sleeping. With Snow in her room, in her nest. The guys have been pouting ever since.

Heats, that's another crazy thing we've learned about. I guess omegas go into heat around their twenty-first birthday. It's a state they go into when they're ready to breed. Breed! Like some kind of animal.

The shade of red Snow's cheeks turned was adorable as we both sat there when Dallas explained as much as he could to Snow about what she was.

Pretty much Snow is going to become a needy, feral little thing that will want sex. And knots.

Even poor Dallas looked uncomfortable explaining what a knot was. Henry, Sullivan, and Sterling were having a field day with it, laughing like giddy schoolboys.

Snow whispered to me, asking how the hell it was going to fit, causing me to laugh. I felt bad, but the poor girl looked horrified at the thought.

Since then, things have been interesting between Snow and the guys. I'm not sure how they acted with one another before I got there, but given the conversation from the first night and the fact that Snow had no idea these guys wanted her romantically, I'd say the flirty eyes and stolen smiles with them are new.

It's cute to observe.

I thought I'd be more jealous, but I'm not. Things between Snow and I are new; it's unconventional, seeing how I'm technically her stepmom. Something I'd really rather forget if it were up to me.

But the fact is, I love her. She's everything to me. She gave me hope when I didn't think I had any left in me. She makes my day brighter and better. Just being around her makes me happy to be alive.

The guys had taken care of her, gave her a place to stay, and showed her nothing but kindness while I couldn't be there for her. Add in the fact they're fated mates... I shouldn't try and take that away from her. I'd never make her choose.

And the guys aren't all that bad. I mean Gabe needs to pull the stick from his ass, but the rest are pretty cool.

Brady is the quietest, a bashful little thing. It's adorable to watch him get all flustered over Snow. This seven foot tall beast of a man shy over a tiny little thing.

They're all at work right now, something they don't enjoy doing since what happened with Snow.

We're all on high alert. But with Snow's father thinking she's dead, they have no reason to come looking. However, we've agreed to stay in the house, with the door locked, and not to answer it for anyone.

Dallas is afraid that if they stop working in the mines, it will draw the attention of the king and that's not what anyone wants. Nothing can seem out of place.

They asked how long it would take for the King to notice I was gone and when he would come looking for me, but I assured everyone I had a plan put in place.

On my bedside table is a letter. A letter that says I've run away, far away, where no one can find me. That being queen wasn't for me and that I couldn't do it anymore.

They wouldn't come looking for me around here, thinking I'm oceans away with money they believe I've stashed away.

I got props for that one from Gabe. That's the only nice thing he's said to me.

I don't think he likes me very much, but I just think he's jealous because Snow likes me just a little bit more than the rest of them. But he can kiss my ass because I met her first.

It rained last night, and those six filthy fuckers made a mess of this place coming in here all wet and full of mud.

So, Snow and I spend the day cleaning. I don't mind, really. We have the music blasting, and we are both singing along while stealing glances at one another, smiling like fools when we get caught.

I'm head over heels for this woman. This is the happiest I've been in my life. For the first time, I feel free, like I have a say in my own life. No parents telling me who I can and can't be married to. No man forcing me to be and do things I don't want to.

I can be me. I can be with who I want.

And that's Snow. It will always be Snow.

"Shoot," Snow grumbles.

I stop sweeping and look over. "Everything okay?"

"No," she grumbles. "I was trying to clean inside this crack and got the toothbrush stuck." I grin, never thinking I'd see the day that this sweet little princess gets down on her hands and knees to scrub the floor. It's honestly a turn on.

"Let me help." I put the broom down and go to kneel next to her. Grabbing onto it, I give it a yank, but it doesn't budge.

She grabs onto it, too, helping me. With all of our strength, we pull. It pops free, sending us both tumbling to the floor, and I land on top of her with a grunt.

"Shit, are you okay?" I ask, eyes searching her face.

"I'm fine," she pants out. "Thanks. Sorry about that."

I smile down at her, brushing her hair out of her face. I think I like her under me like this. Her cheeks heat the longer we stay in this position.

"You really did get it stuck in there good, didn't you." I laugh, my eyes watching her lick her lips. My belly warms.

"It went in fine. But then it got stuck, and I couldn't get it out." She sighs, rolling her eyes.

"Sounds a lot like that knot thing Dallas was talking about." I can't keep the grin off my face as she shoots wide eyes at me.

"Regina!" she gasps, slapping me on the arm.

I laugh. "I mean, it's true." I wiggle my eyebrows.

"You're bad." She laughs, shaking her head.

"Maybe. But you love it."

She smiles up at me softly, taking my breath away. "I do. I love everything about you, Regina." She's the only person in my life that truly cares about me.

We lock eyes, staring at each other intensely. I'm unable to hold back any longer and bend down to kiss her.

I can't get enough of her kisses, the taste of her lips. We've been stealing them all when the guys aren't around so we can have our own moments without any eyes on us.

At night, it's pure torture to keep my hands to myself, knowing that if we start kissing, I'm not going to want to stop.

Our lips move together, and that fire in my belly explodes to life. I'm filled with the need to consume her. I want her so fucking bad it hurts.

"Snow," I moan as I move myself so that our thighs are between one another's legs. She whimpers sweetly as she clings to me, grinding her pussy against my thigh and seeking friction. I do the same to her, my clit aching and needy.

Every flick of our tongues or thrust of our hips makes us more needy.

"Regina," she whines, pulling back to look at me with fully-blown pupils. She looks so sexy right now. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from our kisses.

"What do you need, baby?" I ask her, my hands sliding up her thighs.

"You," she pleads. "I just need you."

"I want you so bad, Snow." I brush my fingers over her panties, moaning when I feel how wet they are. "Fuck me, princess." She opens her legs wider, letting me slide my fingers into her panties. "You're so fucking wet for me."

"So wet," she pants out. "Touch me, please."

My attention is glued to her face as I slip my fingers between her folds, then I dip them into her entrance.

Her eyes roll back as I thrust them deep inside her. "Oh fuck!" she cries out, and I grin.

"Well, well, well. The princess has a dirty mouth when it comes to sex, doesn't she? I wonder what other things I can get you to scream for me," I taunt as I move my fingers in and out, brushing my thumb against her clit as I do.

"Fuck me, Regina, please," she begs, eyes wild.

My eyes widen at her bluntness, something I'm not used to from this sweet little princess.

"Have you ever had sex before?"

She tosses her head from side to side. "Only toys."

"You had sex toys?" I chuckle, thrusting my fingers deep inside her, making her back bow off the floor.

She moans, gasping for air. "I ordered it online. Had it delivered to Mrs. Bark. She still has no idea what was in that mysterious brown box."

"Naughty little thing you are." I pull my fingers free, and she whimpers in protest. I bring my glistening fingers up to my mouth.

"What are you doing? Why did you stop?" she whines. "Oh," she breathes when I slide my fingers into my mouth and moan as her sweet flavor hits my tongue. Apple pie. Sweet mother of god.

It has to be because she's an omega. I might be a virgin too, but I sure as hell know human women don't taste like this.

I want more. She's going to become addicting, fast.

"Regina, please," she begs frantically. I've done a little bit of research on omegas since I've gotten here. The nights I can't sleep, I'll lay in bed on Dallas' laptop and read articles he has saved. Her being an omega might not affect me as much as it does the guys, but I still want to be able to take care of my girl the best I can. Call me an honorary alpha.

Leaving an omega wanting can cause her to go into a downward spiral, and I don't want that to happen because I want her. Badly.

"Come on, my love." I move off her and help Snow to her feet.

"Where are we going?" she asks, hair mussed and dress shifted.

"You don't think I'm going to have both our first times be on the floor of this kitchen, do you?" I laugh, taking her hand in mine. "No, babe, we're going to do this in bed."

She follows me on shaky legs down the hall and into her room. I might act like I'm in control, but really, on the inside, I'm freaking the fuck out.

I have no idea what I'm doing, I've never been with anyone, least of all a woman. I've watched videos, I have the basic idea. But this isn't a fucking porno.

I'm just going to let my instincts guide me, listen to her pleasure cues, and pray to the gods I don't fuck this up.

When we're in her room, I help her undress, my fingers trembling as I brush them down her arms, pushing her dress off her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground.

My heart races, pounding against my ribs like a drum as she turns around to face me, her body fully naked now.

"You're fucking stunning," I whisper as my eyes slowly take her in. From her midnight black hair that flows over her shoulders to her heavy, pale breasts and pebbled pink nipples.

I lick my lips, my breathing picking up as I continue my perusal down her body, to her belly, and then down to the hair between her legs.

"Regina?" she says my name with a hint of insecurity.

"Sorry." I look back up to her bright blue eyes. "I'm just awe-struck. You're gorgeous, Snow."

"Thank you," she whispers, an adorable blush forming on her cheeks. She moves to crawl into bed, and I have to bite back a groan as she puts her perfect ass on display. She's mine. All fucking mine. And I'm going to show her just how much that means to me.

She lays back onto the mountain of pillows, the little vixen torturing me by opening her legs and lazily playing with her pussy. Her pussy that's so fucking wet that I can see it shining in the dim light from the lamp on the dresser.

"Now I want to see you." She smiles, seeming to be drunk on lust right now. Sex seems to change Snow. I like these little changes. She's more open, expressive.

Smirking, I grab the shirt I'm wearing and pull it over my head. I can feel her eyes on me as I toss it to the ground and make quick work of my pants. Soon I'm only in my bra and underwear.

"Keep going," she encourages, chest heaving as she works herself over. Holy shit, is she fingering herself to me undressing? Gods, that's so fucking sexy.

Her eyes eat my body up when I'm fully naked, and she whimpers, moving her fingers faster.

"Not so fast," I tell her, crawling into the bed. I stop between her legs and remove her hand. "I want to be the one to make you feel good, Snow. I want to be the one who makes you cum."

Her chest is heaving, eyes wild as she whispers, "Please."

She's begging me too much for my liking. I don't want to keep her waiting and wanting any longer. I take the fingers she has buried deep inside her cunt and lick them clean, loving as she squirms beneath me.

Bringing my head between her legs, I moan when I see how wet and pink her slit is. Grabbing her hips, I hold her still as I take my first lick.

She moans, lifting her hips up in search of more. That sweet apple pie taste has me aching for more.

I lap at her pussy like I'm starved. And I am, for her. For her pleasure. For her whimpers, whines, and moans, using them as a guide.

I eat her out until she's sobbing with shaking legs and fingers clawing at the bed.

"Regina!" she screams. "Oh fuck, yes, yes, don't stop. I'm so close. Oh god, please don't stop."

I didn't plan on stopping. I never want to fucking stop. I lick and thrust my tongue deep inside her before sucking her clit into my mouth. Doing it over and over again until she finally shatters for me.

She grabs my hair, pulling at the strands. I enjoy the sting as she screams, sobbing my name as she cums hard.

Snow grinds against my face, body shaking as her orgasm hits her in waves. She soaks my face, and I do my best to lap it up, but there's so much. An unholy amount. It's her slick. And holy hell, it's the best damn thing I've ever tasted.

When she lets go of my hair, letting her body relax into the bed, I move to look at her. "You okay, baby?"

"Wow," she sighs happily. "Just... wow."

I laugh, moving until my body is over hers. "I hope that's a good wow." I lick my lips before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"I'm sorry. That was... a lot." She tries to hide her face, but I grab her chin gently, forcing her to look at me.

"You're an omega, your body is changing. It's normal. And frankly, one of the hottest things ever."

"Really?" She bites her lower lip, driving me wild.

"Yes."

"That was amazing." She grins.

"I'm glad. Because I had no idea what I was doing." I laugh, thankful that she enjoyed herself.

"Are you sure about that? It was like you were the vagina whisperer."

My eyes widen, and I laugh. "Oh, I love sex-drunk Snow. She's fun."

"Stop." She laughs, and then I kiss her.

Our kisses are messy, passionate, and full of love.

"I love you," I pant against her lips as I pull back from the kiss.

"I love you too." She reaches up to brush my hair behind my ear. "I'm so sorry we had to meet the way we did. But I'm glad it brought you into my life. It was sad and lonely before I met you. I knew for a long time my life wasn't going to be easy, that I wasn't going to let my dad control it—tell me who to marry and how to live my life. But I'm glad I don't have to do it alone. That I have you and the guys by my side."

"I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else." I kiss her fingers as she brushes them against my lips.

"I want you, Regina," she whispers.

"Again." I laugh.

"No." She smiles. "I want to make you feel good."

"Oh." I blink, my cheeks heating. "You don't have to."

Her eyes widen, and I gasp as she flips us over, sending my back crashing to the soft blankets. "But I want to. You don't think I'm just going to lay back and be a pillow princess, do you?" she asks, cocking a brow as she shimmies her way down, parting my thighs.

I'm lost for words, suddenly feeling a lot more nervous than I was before.

"Regina?"

I blink a few times, emotions hitting me hard. "I want you," I whisper.

She smiles softly before moving her head between my legs.

I close my eyes, letting out a shuddering sigh as she peppers kisses down my thighs. My throat thickens with emotions, making my moan come out like a hoarse cry when her touch meets my folds.

Snow goes slow, savouring me with every tentative lick. It's not as desperate as it was before.

This is more. So much more. Snow works me over, bringing me to a shaking mess. It's a slow torture, but fuck it feels so good. She feels so fucking good.

My nipples are painfully hard, my breathing is erratic, my head is spinning, and my heart is pounding.

Most of all, my belly is on fucking fire.

So when she whispers how beautiful I am and tells me how much she loves me before she sucks my clit into her mouth, I break.

Her name is a sob that's ripped from my throat as I claw at the bed, my back arching, eyes rolling, as I cum hard on her tongue.

Wave after wave of pleasure fills me. It's too much, and I can't hold back the tears. I start crying, and Snow rushes up my body to make sure I'm okay.

"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry. Regina, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I croak, my breathing still heavy.

"Regina, you're crying. Baby, look at me." I hate how panicked she sounds.

"I'm okay. I am. I'm not upset." I blink my eyes open as I wipe at them. "It's just a lot. A lot of emotions I don't know how to process."

"I'm sorry," She whispers.

"Hey." I cup her face. "No. No, don't be sorry. It's not bad, I promise." I can't help crying again. "This was everything. Perfect beyond belief. I wouldn't change anything, Snow. Not a single thing."

"Then why are you crying?" she whispers.

"Because not too long ago, I didn't think this was ever going to be my reality. I thought for so long I was going to be forced to have sex with a man. Something I didn't want. I'd never want. And then I was forced to marry one. So being here with you... not only did I get to have my first time with a woman, but I also got to have it with the person I love. You gave me something so powerful, so amazing." I'm full-on sobbing now. It's probably not a good look on me, but she doesn't seem to care.

"Oh, Regina," she cries, tears spilling down her cheeks now too. She kisses me soft and sweet, our tears mingling together.

We lay there, wrapped in each other's arms for hours, long after the guys get home. They don't bother us, letting us have this time together.

Time I didn't know I needed to heal wounds so deep within me.

All because of her. My princess, my Snow.