55. Vincent

55

VINCENT

I barely have my boxers tugged over my half-mast dick when it happens. A fucking bomb of lavender explodes , seeping beneath the crack of the bathroom door.

Omega .

Fighting like hell to keep my feral impulses in check, I jump over my pile of clothes and snatch my hat off the counter. Amaya thinks it's sexy so I can't forget it. I about rip the door off its hinges and skirt around the corner of the hallway and kitchen.

My feet really want to stop; the sight before me threatening to milk my cock and simultaneously rip a possessive snarl from my throat. The closer I get though, the more I notice.

Emmett's hands are clenched so hard his knuckles are white. He's holding himself back from my omega as best as he can. I do worry about the veins bulging in his neck. Samuel's still in his seat across from them, looking like he's in a fucking crisis, and if it weren't for the fact that this definitely counts as a crisis, I would laugh at his pained expression.

Oliver impresses me the most. Similar to Emmett, his hands are fisted at his sides, not gripping the omega currently grinding her hot little body on his lap.

I rush around the couch and notice Oliver is completely at Amaya's mercy. Not that it's a hardship, but still, I'm glad she has all the control. I have two ways I could play this; let my mate ravish her beta, or bring her to her nest where we already agreed we would stay just the two of us when her heat finally hit.

As much as I would love to see this play out, I don't trust the other alphas in the room. Not only that, but lucid Amaya didn't want them for her heat, and while I trust her instincts, I think this took her by surprise.

I'll give her everything I can, alone and in her nest, and if it's still not enough, I will follow her lead. If that brings another mate into her space and body, then it will be up to her.

I may not trust these guys, but I trust my mate.

Right now, she's mine .

Just as I encourage Amaya to do, I follow my instincts and press my chest to her back. In a gesture that is purely primal, my teeth latch around her throat with a snarl. To my utter satisfaction, her scent blooms and her back bows with pleasure. The drag of my canines and the cock between her creamy thighs bring her to orgasm.

A masculine groan has my eyes snapping open to see Oliver's head thrown back onto the couch. I'm surprised by the way my dick twitches when I catch the scent of his musky release.

Amaya's neck arches against me, giving me space to lap at the bruise I marked her dainty little throat with. I watch the beta pant heavy breaths until his head lifts and we lock eyes. The heat I thought I might find there seems to rekindle the longer our breaths mingle over Amaya's shoulder.

" Fuck ."

Emmett. Oliver's mated alpha.

Displeasure ripples through me, but I shove it down. I won’t let some heat hormonal attraction to him ruin what they have or what I have with my omega.

With a grunt, I snatch Amaya off his lap and cradle her to my chest. The further from her other mates we get, the more my alpha urges descend, coating me in a haze and deep-rooted need to take care of my mate.

My bare chest burns with the fever overtaking Amaya's writhing form, but as I settle her in her nest after slamming the door shut behind us, I hate the cold that steals her warmth.

"Alpha," Amaya whimpers, dragging me down by the waistband of my underwear. " Hurts ."

Unacceptable. "Shhh, I'll make you feel so good," I purr, placing open mouth kisses down her collarbone and through the valley of her tits.

Amaya wiggles, little puffs of impatience falling from her swollen lips as I peel her pajamas off. I try not to tease, but fuck, she looks good all pouty and needy for my touch.

Bare to me, I lean back on the balls of my feet and dip my hand beneath the waistband of my boxers. My cock is hard, hot, and fucking heavy . I ache to be buried deep in her cunt, and I will be soon, but I'm mesmerized by the trickle of slick dampening the sheets between my omega's legs.

"Beautiful," I murmur reverently, my hand trailing a tickling path up her calf. Huh, maybe I am a tease . Nobody has ever made me feel this way.

"Alpha!" she snaps, pupils shrunk into pinpricks, making my sweet little mate look absolutely feral beneath her glare. Reaching for my half-on boxers, she demands, "Off!"

"Ah ah." I tsk, snatching her dainty wrist. My restraint is slipping, and I can't remember why I need it when my omega is looking like she's about to attack me and take what she wants anyway.

So I let go, enjoying the flood of power and dominance that steals every corner of my mind until all I know is giving my omega everything she wants. "Present for your Alpha."

My tone borders on a bark, but any worry I might have felt for it burns up in the heat that flashes through Amaya's golden gaze. Whipping around without hesitation, her plump ass rises in the air and her hair fans out around her upper body pressed into the mattress.

I'm staring, my eyes locked on her weeping cunt, begging for my attention. " Please ," my omega whimpers. How anyone could deny their precious mate when they plead for you to fill them up is a mystery.

Like the needy little minx Amaya is proving to be, she wiggles her ass and, fuck me , slick drips down her thighs. My boxers are off in a flash, but it's not my cock that gets a taste even if I'm aching to fuck her pretty little pussy for the first time.

Bending at the waist without a second thought, my tongue swipes through her folds. Lavender cream bursts on my taste buds, ripping a snarl from my chest. My hands snatch her hips in a punishing grip, forcing her to grind back on my face.

"ALPHA!" my omega screams when my tongue dives into her tight little hole.

My position doesn't allow for much, so with a parting swirl of my tongue around her clit, I pull back and thrust two fingers inside of my hot mate. Her screech of pleasure is music to my ears, but with no space for my mouth, I take a bite of her ass, happy to leave yet another mark on her soft flesh even if it isn't permanent. Yet .

Unbidden, the idea of officially claiming her as mine, cunt and mating bite, sweeps all sense of Vincent, the man, off the table with a fucking bang.

Literally.

"MINE!" I roar, pulling my fingers from my omega's pussy and replacing the digits with my aching cock.

All at once, she takes me into her heat, rippling around me like if she sucks me in enough, I'll never be able to leave. Already, my knot is swelling as I thrust and yank screams from her throat that I bet would feel fucking incredible swallowing me too.

Praises mingled with grunts of pleasure fall from my lips. Lips that feel cold without her skin between them.

"Omega!" I bark, but grab a handful of her hair to pull her back into me. The new angle has both of us gasping. Like the good fucking mate she is, she meets me thrust for thrust and bares her throat.

"Bite?" she whimpers, trembling in my grip as my hand moves to her throat and the other finds her swollen little clit.

"You better be really fucking sure," I snarl. My canines throb in tune with my knot.

Absentmindedly, I recall the conversation we had about this inevitable moment. I know, even lucid, Amaya wants my bond; she said as much. Whether I'm losing myself to my feral instincts, or I'm petting her hair and following the movement of her mouth as we talk, I trust her to know what she wants.

"I'm sure. Alpha, bite, please!" Amaya screams just as her pussy flutters and sucks my knot into her hot throbbing heat.

My omega has decided. Her body traps me between her thighs and she tilts her neck until she presents her throat perfectly for my teeth to take.

And take I fucking do.