15. Enrique

Chapter 15

Enrique

I run my fingers through Caja's damp hair, watching her as she sleeps.

She doesn't seem to like pillows. Instead, she's using my chest, which is fine by me. If I have it my way, I'll have one hand on her for the rest of our lives.

I fucking love petting her.

Stroking her.

Just feeling her.

I purr for her, telling her with my body how content I am with our mating.

It's been a week of nonstop sex. Oh, I've made her eat. But the only way to truly satisfy my hungry Omega was with my cum.

Down her throat.

In her pussy.

Her ass.

Gods , I'm hard again just thinking about it.

I've taken her little body in every way imaginable, and I want to do it all over again.

But she's starting to stir, her estrus subsiding. I noticed it last night when she fell into a deep slumber after sucking my cock like it was her favorite dessert.

She's learned so much in such a short amount of time.

Calling her a natural feels a little cliché—she's an Omega; of course she's a fucking natural—but she really is an excellent little student.

I slide my fingers from her hair to her nape, then massage the tight muscles there.

She's worked hard this week. Been so damn good for me. I have no doubt in my mind that the fates created her just for me to find.

And in the nick of time, too.

I close my eyes as I force thoughts of Carlos to leave my mind. I don't want to entertain the what would have happened line of thinking.

It doesn't matter.

She's here with me.

She's mine.

And we're safe.

The latter became clear to me the first time the phone rang asking me what provisions I required for me and Caja. This was in addition to the suite having been fully stocked upon our arrival, as though the caretakers for the building knew we would be arriving at any moment.

Maybe they did.

I haven't left to speak with Xavier or Francesca yet.

But I did hear Elias's arrival six days ago.

As I haven't heard the sound of a leaving jet, I assume he's still here, waiting to speak with me.

My focus has been on Caja and Caja alone.

Today, that'll have to change. At least for a few minutes while I meet with the others. If Caja is feeling up to it, I'll bring her with me. But I'll understand if she needs rest.

She's creating a life inside her, one I can sense even now.

A pup , I marvel, pleased.

I've never entertained the notion of a family before, having always feared accidentally bringing an Omega life into Bariloche Sector.

As an Alpha, I can only breed with an Omega.

And as an Alpha-Omega pair, we can only create one of two offsprings—Alphas or Omegas.

The former would have been a lot of work in Bariloche Sector, primarily because I would have had to teach the Alpha how to play the game without actually enjoying the game.

And the latter… the latter would have required me and my mate to run .

Because there's no chance in hell I would allow Carlos to touch my Omega offspring.

Fortunately, that's no longer a concern. I can embrace this life, embrace Caja, embrace us .

My lips curl. "A family," I say aloud. "We've created a family, Caja."

She murmurs in response, on the vestiges of awareness.

I run my thumb along her nape, then return my effort to massaging the muscles there. She's going to be sore all over for the next few days. But I'll enjoy kissing away every bruise, laving away all the hurt, and begging for her forgiveness with my mouth against her clit.

Mmm, maybe I'll wake her that way, I muse, gently pulling her off my chest and rolling her to the bed. She started making a nest last night, her mothering instincts kicking in as some part of her registered that she's going to be a mother.

I wonder if she's ever had a nest before. A true nest. Given her tentative nature last night, I suspect not.

Will this nest satisfy her, or will she want something different?

I'll ask her when she's fully awake.

To help her along, I kiss her neck, then continue down to her pretty tits.

She moans as I lave her nipples, then hisses when I kiss the mark on her right breast.

She's practically panting when I reach her navel, then comes alive on a scream when I take her swollen clit between my teeth and nibble.

Using my palm on her belly, I push her back down and suck her clit deep into my mouth to roll it with my tongue.

She shouts my name, confirming she's finally surfaced from her estrus.

Then she growls as I flatten my tongue against her abused nub. A fresh wave of slick pours out of her, telling me she's more than ready for another session.

But this one, I want to be gentle.

Loving.

Tender .

A way to thank her for everything she's given me. For being my mate. For being mine .

I crawl back up her body, pressing kisses along the way, and settle my cock against her soaking wet core. "Good morning, tesoro," I purr to her as I angle myself to meet her entrance.

She gasps as I fill her in a single thrust, her legs instantly encircling my hips.

"How are you feeling?" I ask conversationally as I move in and out of her.

"Full," she rasps.

"Hmm," I hum, reaching for a water on the nightstand and pressing the straw to her lips. "Drink."

She sputters instead, a moan clawing its way out of her throat as I continue to move.

"Drink, tesoro," I tell her again, my dick slowly sliding out of her before gliding right back in.

She makes a choked sound, one I really enjoy because it reminds me of the first time she sucked my cock. She was a little too vigorous then, but it felt fucking phenomenal.

Caja takes a long drink as I gently pull out of her once more, then arches as I gradually reenter her. " Enrique ."

"Caja," I murmur in response, brushing my nose against hers once I'm seated to the hilt inside her. "You feel so fucking good, mi tesoro."

I bury my head against her neck as she drops the drink off the side of the bed. I'll clean it up later. Right now, it's about her. About us. About this .

"Kiss me," she whispers, her words representing a request that I'll never deny.

I take her mouth in the next breath while continuing my slow, measured movements below.

She tries to rush me by digging her heels into my ass, but I ignore her silent demand and instead worship her with my mouth and tongue.

Caja claws at my shoulders, her body pressing into mine.

I growl in response, reminding her that I'm in charge here.

She'll get my knot soon.

But not yet.

Not until I've finished cherishing her beautiful mouth. Stroking every inch of her body. Making her burn as hot as she did while in heat.

She moans as my hands move against her sides, pants when I palm her breasts, and jolts when I stroke the mark I left there.

I love it.

I love this.

I'm pretty sure I love her.

Time is irrelevant.

She's my mate now. My everything. And with that, I've given her my heart.

This female has opened up a new meaning of life for me, allowing me to become an Alpha I never thought I could be. A mated one .

And she's going to make me a father, too.

She deserves every ounce of my adoration, every beat of my existence.

I demonstrate that with my lips, telling her without words that I am thankful for her, and that I vow to love her for all of time.

She's it for me.

My Omega.

My only mate.

I'll live and breathe for her. Die for her. Protect her. Do anything she fucking wants.

Because that's my purpose now—to serve her.

"Enrique," she breathes, begging me with her voice to fuck her harder. Demanding it with her little nails in my shoulders and her heels against my ass.

I chuckle, loving this torment. Loving her. "You're mine to tease, tesoro."

" Please ."

"Mmm…" I do really like that word from her mouth. She's uttered it a lot over the last week. "How bad do you want my knot, Caja?"

She squeezes her cunt around me in demonstration, making me chuckle again. "That bad, hmm?"

Her little responding growl goes straight to my balls.

"I wanted to take this slow," I tell her. "Show you with my body how much you mean to me."

"I don't want slow."

"I can see that," I murmur, brushing my nose with hers. "But you're sore."

"I don't care." She punches her hips up into mine as I'm slowly entering her, forcing me to fill her faster than I intended.

And fuck, if that's not the hottest feeling in the world.

"All right, tesoro," I say, rolling us so I'm on my back and she's on top. "Take what you want."

Her eyes widen. We haven't tried this yet. I've taken her from behind several times. Missionary style. Against a wall in the shower. Bent over the bed. But not with her on top. Not like this.

"Ride me, Caja," I say.

She presses her palms to my chest to sit up.

Then she begins to move.

And fuck if that's not the hottest sight I've ever seen, her tits bouncing with her movements, her body taking, taking, taking.

I watch as my cock disappears and reappears with every shift of her hips, her little body barely able to take me in this position.

Her knees skim the mattress rather than rest on it, her smaller form just too tiny for this to be as impactful as she truly wants.

I can see that strain in her features, her frustration over her inability to ride me effectively.

I let her try for a few more minutes, selfishly indulging in the sight of her.

Then I flip her once more and drive forward until she's a screaming, writhing mess beneath me.

She's going to have some fresh bruises on her hips, but her reactions tell me she doesn't care.

So I keep going.

Drilling her hard.

Taking her to that place I know she's addicted to after a week of fucking.

She screams my name over and over, her nails scraping down my back as I plow into her, driving her over that precipice into pain-induced pleasure, and forcing her to stay there with my knot.

Her body convulses with mine, my bulb attached to her within, holding us together in this orgasmic existence.

Her face is wet with tears, but her lips are pulled up in rapture.

I cup her cheek and kiss her, holding her to me while my seed fills her to completion.

My knot never seems to want to let go, but it eventually begins to subside, and only then does her bliss start to wane, the pain settling in.

She winces, then trembles as another euphoric quake overtakes her being.

I press my lips to hers once more, kissing her through the process, until she's quietly crying beneath me. "I'm sorry, tesoro," I whisper. "I know it hurts."

She shakes her head. "It doesn't.

I frown. "Then why are you crying?"

"Because I can," she tells me. "Because I'm finally safe enough… to cry."

I hug her to me, her words breaking my heart as her sobs punch me in the gut.

My poor little treasure, so strong for so long… I can't even imagine the agony she's kept hidden inside. But I'm going to spend eternity making it right. Showing her how a real Alpha treats his Omega. Worshipping her. Cherishing her. Loving her.

"You're mine now," I murmur, my hand on the back of her head as I cradle her against me. "No one will ever hurt you again, little treasure. No one."