In The Kitchen

Kofi

“ S he needs to be fucked.” Swanley leans against the counter, insisting we have this conversation… again . I try to ignore him, concentrating on chopping the carrots for Isaac. “Omegas need to be fucked to feel settled and loved. And alphas need to rut them to stay fucking sane.”

“We’ve already talked about this, Swanley,” I say as calmly as I can, but my muscles are too tight. Because the truth is, I do want Carys. I want to touch, and fuck, and taste, and claim every damn inch of that gorgeous omega, but I can’t. I’m too aware of her medical issues, and I refuse to hurt her like that. “We’re going to take things slow. She needs to be eased into our pack.”

“Come on, Kofi,” Swanley leans in, pushing into my space. He’s such an asshole sometimes. “You’re telling me you aren’t tempted to snatch her up? Pluck her luscious curvy body right out of that steamy shower, and shove that big?—”

“Enough!” I snap, slamming the knife on the counter. I want to growl so loudly the walls crumble, but I force myself to take a breath. The last thing I need is for Carys to overhear us arguing. “She’s not like other omegas,” I grit out, my frustration growing by the second. “She has endured so much, and rutting her fifteen minutes after bringing her home isn’t smart.”

Swanley cocks one eyebrow and I instantly know he’s going to try to tease me, but I’m not in the fucking mood.

“We are going to have dinner and enjoy our first night as a complete pack,” I say forcefully. “I will lay with her after she’s had a chance to relax for a few days. She deserves to feel safe for once in her goddamn life.” I fling my knife into the sink.

Isaac flinches as it makes a horrible sound. “Please, stop,” he says, clearly annoyed with both of us. “The last thing we need is for Carys to overhear you two arguing about rutting her.” He shifts the pan of perfectly cooked steak to an unused burner, glaring at me, then Swanley. “This isn’t appropriate.”

Agreeing with our beta, I turn to Swanley. “You need to back the fuck off,” I growl softly. I hope Carys is still in the shower.

“Understood, alpha.” Swanley holds up his hands as if to surrender, then he takes a quick step back. “I’m only concerned for Carys. Well, Carys and you.” His gaze drops to my waistband. “If you wait too long, that fat cock might just explode.” He smirks, and I roll my eyes. “I saw how hard you were while she slept in the car.” He places his hand on my hip, tugging me closer. “We both know it’s killing you to wait.”

“I don’t care how hard-up you are. You’ll have to wait to touch her.” I eye the bulge in the front of Swanley’s pants. He’s been hard since the moment we left Havenfield. I can’t fully blame him. Carys's sugary-sweet perfume might be the most addicting thing I’ve ever smelled. “She’s never been with more than one alpha at a time. I don’t want to overwhelm her.”

“Can I at least watch?” Swanley raises his brows, waiting for my answer.

“Stop it.” Isaac swats his arm with the back of a wooden spoon. “I don’t want any fighting on our first night as a family.”

I give Swanley a pointed look, letting him know the conversation is over.

While there are many pack alphas that claim their omegas without the rest of their packs, I always found that practice to be odd. I want Swanley and Isaac to be a part of this, but it’s up to Carys. Her comfort is the most important thing in the world to me—even if the beast in my head wants me to track her down and fuck her raw.

“Don’t worry, Swanley.” Isaac places his hand on the alpha’s shoulder. “I’ll take care of you after dinner. Hopefully, that will help tide you over.”

Swanley cups Isaac’s cheek, his signature smirk turning into a genuine smile. “Thank you, Izzy.” He shifts his dark gaze to me. “That pretty, wet mouth will definitely help.” He palms his crotch, giving me a wink.

“You’re an ass.” I turn away from the alpha, determined not to let him get to me. But I’m honestly not worried about Swanley. While he doesn’t have the patience or self-restraint Isaac and I have, he’s not completely unhinged. He obeys when I give an order.

Soft footsteps patter across the living room, and I quickly fix my face. “I hope you’re hungry,” I call out to Carys. But her footsteps slow, then they come to a stop. I glance at Swanley, and his confused expression mirrors mine. What is she doing? “I’ll go check on her.” I wipe my hands on a hand towel, then toss it onto the counter.

Rounding the corner, I catch a quick glimpse of Carys's completely bare form right before she disappears into the hallway.

I’m too stunned to move, but my cock instantly reacts to the brief image, growing long and hard. It pushes tight against the front of my pants, making me uncomfortable. Finally, as if coming out of a trance, I move, stalking down the hallway to our bedroom.

I know Carys is fragile, but tempting an alpha like this isn’t smart. Especially if she doesn’t want to be claimed. No. She has to be trying to entice me. She must be wanting something to happen.

Fuck, I hope so.

“Omega?” I push open the bedroom door, and all thought falls from my head.

Carys stands in the center of the bedroom, completely naked. I stare at every inch of her soft flushed skin. She has heavy breasts, a trim waist, and plush thighs. Her long, wet hair clings to her shoulders, dripping glistening trails of water down her back and arms. She, of course, has many scars littering her pale skin, but they aren’t ugly or unsightly. They’re proof of her strength and determination. She is so fucking impressive.

I step into the room, then pause. There’s something wrong. Carys's eyes are tightly squeezed shut with her fists clenched at her sides, as she mouths something silently to herself.

“Carys?”

She yips loudly, almost falling over. For a moment, she looks downright terrified. Then her eyes focus on my face, and she lets out a slow breath of relief.

“What are you doing?” I ask, trying not to stare at her mouthwatering tits.

“I…uh…I’m just,” Carys swallows hard, then drops her gaze. “I’m ready for you.” She looks almost frightened as she offers herself to me. I hate the idea of her being scared of me, but omegas do have a reputation for being especially timid. Even in the bedroom. And given her past relationship, perhaps she doesn’t know how to ask for physical affection.

“Omega.” I close the space between us, then sink to my knees right in front of her. There are several long, thin scars on her stomach and chest, but I ignore them, concentrating on my omega’s stunning face. “Look at me, pretty girl.”

Carys's gray eyes widen as they meet mine, then she slowly smiles. It takes everything in me not to squeeze the big tits that are right in my face. They’re so close I could probably stick out my tongue and lick her dark nipples if I wanted, but I won't. Not yet.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” I ask softly, not sure what I’ll do if she says no.

Carys nods, her smile so bashful.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I rest my hands on her hips, gauging her reaction.

She nods again, her smile growing.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” My voice slips into a gentle growl, and a deep blush rushes up her neck, consuming her face. Then she nods again, but this time she bites her bottom lip, and the beast inside me comes alive. “Such a perfect omega.” I cup her perfect ass, then squeeze her flesh, pleased when Carys's eyes float closed.

My hands roam every inch of her, caressing her trim waist, soft stomach, and glorious breasts. They fill my palms, spilling over. I spend several minutes worshiping each one. I squeeze and stroke, plucking at her tight nipples. She looks so peaceful, savoring the feel of my hands on her body.

“Lie down, gorgeous,” I command my omega, pleased when she quickly does as she’s told.

Carys settles in the center of the bed, but it’s obvious she’s not sure how to lie or what to do with her hands. A small part of me wants to insist we stop since she’s so obviously nervous, but I can’t. My willpower is all but gone.

“Spread your legs, omega,” I purr, pulling at the knot in my tie.

Carys slowly bends her knees, her legs shaking as she parts them. Her face is blank, only a deep blush telling me what she might be feeling. I hate that I can’t sense her emotions. At least not yet. Soon my bite will cover her old one, marking her as mine.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise her, and the tension in her abs lessens. “Pull your knees up higher. That’s right.” I admire her pretty pink pussy as I slip off my belt. “Look how stunning you are.” My pants fall in a puddle at my feet, but I keep my boxers on, not wanting to rush things. I intend to savor every second.

Crawling onto the bed, I settle between Carys's legs. She freezes up once again, but I try not to take it personally. After all, it’s been two years since she laid with an alpha. I’m sure she’s nervous.

“Relax, little one.” I cup my hand, resting it against the mound of her pussy. She flinches as if expecting it to hurt. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “You’re safe here.” Her sex is so hot against my palm, a small amount of arousal wetting my skin. There’s no slick, but that doesn’t matter to me. She’s perfect even without it.

“Are you…” Carys looks down at me, and the apples of her cheeks burn a crimson red. The heat travels up into her hairline. Whatever she wants to ask must be wildly embarrassing for her. And it has me very intrigued.

“Am I what?” I kiss the inside of her thigh, trailing upward toward her knee. “Talk to me.” I gently move my palm over her sex, feeling her hard clit. “Tell me what you’re thinking, omega.” It’s a soft command, one she can easily ignore if she wants to, but I hope it gives her the courage to speak her mind.

“Um,” Her voice is barely a whisper, “Are you going to lick me?” There’s something so innocent in her simple question. It almost makes me want to laugh.

“I am,” I say in a gruff rumble. Carys's whole body trembles and her knees part a little more. Pleased with her reaction, I lean down, removing my hand from her pussy. Her puffy folds are swollen and her clit is hard. She looks delicious.

Slipping my tongue out, I lick her.

Slowly .

I slide my tongue over her entrance, up through the seam of her sex, flicking over her hood. Carys shifts, then giggles as if it tickles. I do it again and she squirms, giggling a little louder. Her playful movements drive me wild, and I grip her thighs, sucking especially hard. Her girlie laugh dies away and her sweet aroma intensifies. Desperate to taste more of her, I push my tongue deep into her pussy, humming at the faint sweetness.

It’s better than I ever imagined.

A rumbling growl pushes from my chest as I devour her. Sucking, flicking, and kissing.

Carys falls into the rhythm of my tongue, her breath quickening and her hips rolling.

“Oh.” A breathy moan drifts from her throat. “What—” She gasps loudly as I push one long finger inside her. She’s so wet and hot. Then I curl my finger, hitting that hard bundle of nerves. “Oh my!” Carys's moans grow louder and her thighs begin to tense.

I add a second finger, pumping wildly into my omega’s eager body. Her back arches and her fingers curl into the sheets. Then my sweet girl falls apart. She trembles hard as a gorgeous moan erupts from her chest. Her nipples are unbelievably hard, and her chest flushes red.

As her body slowly comes down, I lift my head, admiring her pussy. It’s red and puffy, her clit soaked. I slip my fingers out of her. And while there is some arousal coating my fingers, there’s still no slick. It’s a bit concerning as I don’t want to hurt her.

There’s some lube under the bed, but she’d probably find that upsetting. If there’s one thing I’ve learned working with omegas all these years, it’s that they are very sensitive when it comes to their slick.

Deciding to skip the lube, I give her pussy a few more sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, soaking her. Carys giggles and twitches every time I hit her clit.

“Alpha?” she whispers.

I look up at her, pushing my hand over the curve of her belly and cupping her breast. “Yes?”

“Do I taste okay?” Her brows pull together as if she’s worried about my answer.

“See for yourself.” I crawl up her body, planting one hand next to her head, slowly lowering myself so her nipples brush against my chest.

Then I kiss her.

It’s soft at first, feeling her lips against mine. Her mouth trembles as she slowly opens for me. I try not to be too forceful as I twist my tongue with hers. I don’t want her to get sick again. But I’m confident she’ll be okay. Especially, because she just came very hard, and didn’t show any sign of distress or pain.

“Kofi,” Carys moans, curling her fingers around my shoulders. She tugs me closer, lifting her hips.

My cock is leaking everywhere, soaking my boxers.

“Are you ready for me?” I break the kiss, looking down at my omega’s beautiful face. “Do you want my cock?”

She swallows hard, nodding.

“Say it.” I didn’t mean to give her a firm command, but I can't help it. I’m too amped.

“I want your cock.” Her voice is breathy, almost desperate as she whispers, “Please, sir.”

I lift up, tugging my boxers down my legs. My dick springs free, slapping against Carys's soft belly. Her throat works then she looks down her body. There’s a clear mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes.

Gripping the base of my cock, I push the crown through her folds, then I tap her clit lightly. “Are you ready?” I ask in a low rumble.

Carys pulls in a deep breath, then nods, curling her fists as if bracing herself. I understand her fears. Omegas need to be fucked frequently, to keep their bodies primed for their mates. Her body hasn’t been sated in too long, but I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.

Moving slowly, I push into my omega’s heat. Her face scrunches as I move. Not wanting to draw out her discomfort, I punch my hips forward, filling her in one hard stroke.

Her pussy spasms around me as a pained whimper jerks from her throat. But it’s too late. Something primal has settled over me.

Mine .