9. Ollie

9

OLLIE

She wanted a bond. She wanted a bond with him.

If Ollie was being honest with himself, he had hoped for this ever since Everett had bonded her. And if he was being really honest, he had hoped for this from the moment he’d scented her.

They’d gotten almost all her purchases into the house, stacked haphazardly in her study nook. And judging by the way she was throwing them inside without caring where they landed, Juno was also in quite the hurry.

Ollie tossed her the car keys so she could lock up while he balanced the last of her boxes in his arms. “Juno, if you’re rushing because you don’t want to lose your nerve, I totally under—”

He let out a high-pitched yelp when she spanked him. Hard. “Get me the fuck up to my nest right now, Ollie, I swear to god,” Juno said with the most adorable attempt at an alpha growl.

They were almost at the stairs when Miles strolled by, laptop balanced on his palm. “Ollie, there you are. Do you have a sec? I wanted to ask—”

“No can do, Miles, we’re about to go bond.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Ollie watched as Juno mouthed sorry to a flummoxed Miles as they headed upstairs. Juno went first and Ollie quickly realised what a poor choice that was. From this angle he had the perfect view of her ass. Juicy, biteable cheeks jiggling with each swing of her hips. A low, half-starved moan slipped out before he could stop it.

“Something wrong, Ollie?” Juno asked breezily, before sticking her tongue out flirtatiously at him.

Oh, it was like that was it? He let everything he was holding tumble from his arms as he darted forward, wrapping his body around hers. She was giggling uncontrollably as they tried to synchronise their steps to climb the stairs together.

“This would be faster if we went up like normal people,” she teased.

“Don’t want to be normal people.” Ollie’s single-minded focus dropped his voice to a low baritone. “Want to be able to do this.”

He buried his nose into that sweet spot where her neck ended and shoulder began. Fuck, he was never going to get enough of this. His right hand found her breast, fingertips grazing her tightened nipple while his left traversed downward to cup her between her legs. Her scent instantly sweetened and he couldn’t resist nipping her inked skin, his mouth watering.

“God, Ollie.”

They’d made it to the top of the stairs somehow but only just. She had one hand on the wall and the other on the bannister bracing herself. Panting as he pressed her against the railing, her head thrown back, wanting more of his kisses while her pert little ass pushed back against his aching length. Her fucking scent was making his head spin, sweeter and sweeter and sweeter the closer she got to her heat. Peaches overripe and bursting with nectar, golden sugar sweetness and vanilla cream so thick he swore he could feel its silky texture on his tongue.

“P-please.”

She was grinding even harder against his cock now. Ollie shoved his hand inside her shorts, swearing as he instantly felt her hot slick coat his fingers.

“I need more, alpha.”

There was a hint of alarm ringing through the haze he was in. He pulled back, spinning her around and immediately clocked her glassy eyes and rosy cheeks. She was on him within seconds, covering his face and neck with messy, licking kisses.

“Juno.” This was possibly the most difficult sentence he’d ever had to get out in his life. “You’re having a heat spike.”

“I feel so empty,” she begged into his ear while she began stroking his cock through his pants. Fucking hell, she was taking a literal axe to his self control. He couldn’t think when she was all over him like this. He wanted a bond so badly but it was very important to him that she was lucid for it.

Ollie spun her back around and bent her over the bannister. With a rough pull, her shorts were at her thighs and her dripping, swollen pussy was exposed to him.

“I’m going to take care of you,” he said as he began to stroke her. She whimpered and her legs trembled with anticipation. “Then I’m carrying you to your nest, knotting this hot little pussy and bonding the hell out of you.”

She screamed as he slid his middle and ring fingers deep. So fucking wet and hot and tight. He was going to come in his pants at this rate and be in no state to do any of the things he had planned. Ollie gritted his teeth, made sure he was holding her securely around her waist, before putting his entire focus on pistoning his curled fingers in and out of her as fast as he could. Carnal, wet sounds and her throaty moans echoed through the house. Her lush slick slid down his wrist, dripped off his elbow and sprayed unmistakable droplets onto the floorboards.

Ollie knew she was about to come when she began whimpering, her whole body going tight. He continued to roughly fuck her with his fingers as she came apart, squeezing him over and over as her heated body got the relief it craved. Her slick gushed as he pulled his fingers free and the sight of it inflamed his mind. He’d earned that. It was his.

He sank down so he could tongue her quivering hole. More. It had spilled all over her thighs so he licked long stripes up both.

“Ollie, oh Jesus fuck.”

The heat-brained omega was gone and Juno was back, her hand fisting his hair as she yanked his face against her cunt again.

He sucked one last pull of her sweet flavour before pulling back, breathing hard.

“Come on.”

Ollie lifted her easily and they crashed through the door to her nest. They were both absolutely maddened with need, tearing their clothes off each other savagely. Her palm pushed against his belly and made its way down, under his boxers and wrapped around him.

“No time for that,” he panted, shoving the front of his trunks down and hooking her leg on the crook of his elbow. “I have to fuck you.”

Ollie rammed his cock deep into her wet, waiting pussy. Fingernails dug into his back as Juno’s sharp cry dissolved into a satisfied moan. She was it for him. The only omega, the only woman, the only soul he would ever love like this. There was no plan B, because there were no plans at all; only a lifetime with her name written into his bones.

“Where are you going to put your mark?” she asked. He loved feeling her lips and breath brush against his skin when she was so close.

“How am I supposed to pick?” he groaned. “Every part of you is fucking perfect.”

He punctuated his point by mapping out the features of her beautiful face with kisses. His hands cupped her tits, thumbs sliding back and forth over her stiff, dark nipples. “I really love these, though.” Juno lifted her arms above her head obligingly, stretching back so he could bend down and suck on one. “God, I love these.”

Tits in his mouth and a pussy-wrapped cock.

Heaven. He was in heaven.

“You can put it on my boob,” she encouraged him, her voice tight with pleasure. “If you want…”

Ollie’s head switched back and forth between each plump peak, never wanting to leave one unattended for too long. “But which one?”

“Whichever one you’re sucking on when I come, that’s the one—oh, fuck that’s good.” She swore when he bit down lightly with his teeth and tugged.

Ollie released her nipple with a loud pop. “That’s why I love you,” he told her brightly. “You’re so fucking smart.”

“I love you too,” Juno laughed, fingers lightly tracing his freckled cheeks. “You make me so happy.”

“Fuck, now I gotta kiss you.”

They embraced each other, their kisses sweet but the grind of their bodies filthy. Ollie could feel his knot growing, making a wet thwack each time he pounded into her. He scrambled to find a pillow without breaking their kiss, and slid the first one he found under her hips. Her little gasps transformed into frantic cries as he gripped her waist, fucking her onto his thrusting cock and doubling the building intensity between them. She fell back, giving herself entirely to his command of her body.

“I’m so close, Ollie.” He could tell. Thighs beginning to shake, back arched and sheets wrinkling in her fisted hands.

“You want to come on my knot?”

“Fuck yes.”

His deep strokes had stretched her enough so his knot slid in like hot butter, before her rocketing orgasm gripped and locked him tight. Each wave of her pleasure squeezed his knot, demanding and insatiable for his cum.

The sting of sharp teeth breaking the skin on his neck unravelled him completely.

“Holy fucking shit yes,” he groaned, hips shooting forward as the immense pressure in his cock and balls detonated, filling her with his release. “Yes. Bite me, bite me hard.”

Her teeth sank deeper and he could feel her in his bloodstream. Tiny pinpricks of light and sweetness everywhere.

“Now me, Ollie.” If he wasn’t already so hopelessly gone for her, seeing his blood tinge her smiling gleaming teeth would have annihilated him.

He bent down and palmed her left breast, guiding the sensitive pointed tip into his mouth. His tongue traced the small raised bumps around her tightened areola as she begged for his bite.

His kiss turned feral as she milked another burst of cum from him. His alpha took over, marking his scent matched omega with teeth and blood and seed. Ollie licked and licked his mark, framing her dusky nipple perfectly, as the minuscule traces of light within him flared into an aurora of colour and incandescence. This was where his once fruitless search for an omega was destined to end up, bonded and surrounded in Juno’s happiness.

“How does it feel for you?” he asked, his voice raspy with emotion.

Every light caress of her fingers across his sweat-soaked face sent lightning crackling through him.

“Like you belong. Like you were always meant to be mine.”

Yeah. That sounded about right.