Skyla breaks the kiss first, breathing hard, her forehead resting against mine. For a second, neither of us moves. Then she lets out this small, needy sound—half sigh, half whimper—and shifts in my lap.
The hammock tilts, ropes groaning, and before I can think, she’s straddling me, her knees sinking into the fabric on either side of my hips. The sudden motion sends us rocking to one side, and I grab the edge instinctively, planting my foot against the nearest tree to steady us.
“Sorry,” Skyla mumbles, face burning red.
“It’s okay,” I breathe out, fighting a laugh even though my pulse is hammering.
Her hair falls forward, brushing my cheek. The soft press of her weight feels so natural it steals my breath all over again. She looks down at me, flushed and wide-eyed, like she can’t quite believe what she’s doing.
My hand settles at her waist, thumb tracing small circles through the fabric of her nightgown. The hammock rocks ever so slightly, but I stop it with my foot, finding the best way to anchor us.
The sky above us is nearly dark now, streaks of violet and ember fading into deep blue. Fireflies blink lazily along the fence line, their light soft and pulsing, like the heartbeat of the night itself.
“Alex,” Skyla breathes my name, her voice trembling enough to make the base of my cock throb. She shifts slowly,sitting up until she’s straddling me again, her palms warm as they drift over my chest. “Please,” she whispers, the word catching on a breath. “Touch me, alpha.”
Fuck, me.
Her whisper sinks into my skin like a brand.
Skyla’s breath hitches when I grip her tighter, then shift in the hammock. The world tilts with the motion, and I brace one hand against the rope, moving Skyla to straddle my lap as my feet find the ground.
“I’ve got you,” I rumble in her ear as I curl my hands under the soft curve of her ass. The heat of her bare pussy pressed right against my waist.It’s fucking heaven.
Skyla’s breath fans across my throat, shaky and sweet. I press one hand to the small of her back, drawing her close as I straighten, lifting her effortlessly. The hammock swings behind us as I carry her toward the porch, her legs tightening around me for balance.
She smells like warm skin and peony, clean and dizzying, and I can’t think beyond that.
The faint lamplight spills from the living room, and the floor creaks beneath my steps. The sound of low voices drifts from the kitchen, but it’s distant—like the whole house has fallen away except for the omega in my arms.
When Sky tilts her face up, I can’t stop myself. I catch her mouth with mine. It’s a hard, hungry kiss—messy with need. Skyla’s soft breath comes out in pants, as her hands tangle in my hair.
All I can concentrate on is the feel of her tongue on mine and the pulse hammering hard in the base of my cock.
She clings to me, small hands cupping my face like she’s terrified she’s going to lose me. Her lips move against mine with a kind of desperate tenderness that punches the air right out of me.
The ache in my balls is almost unbearable as I carry my needy omega through the house. I can’t see where I’m going, but it doesn’t matter. My body knows the way.
The hall blurs as I pick up my pace, Sky’s breath ghosting against my cheek as she presses frantic, scattered kisses along my jaw and throat. Her small hands clutch at my shirt, dragging me impossibly close. Then she buries her face against my neck, nuzzling me like she’s trying to drown herself in my scent—soak it into her lungs until it fills every space inside her.
Skyla makes a quiet sound—half sigh, half whimper, a silent plea to hurry the fuck up. My arms tighten around her automatically, protective, grounding her against me as I grip the doorknob then forcefully turn it.
Rushing across the room, I stop at the edge of my omega’s nest. Even with her in my arms, all needy and wet, I can’t cross that threshold without asking. “Can I come in, Sky?” My voice comes out rougher than I mean it to.
She nods instantly, her fingers still curled in my shirt. “Yes. Please.”
And like every night, it hits me square in the chest—how easily she gives me permission to be near her. I don’t understand how someone as sweet and stunning as her could ever want me in the same bed as her.
It never stops shocking me.
I kneel, easing her down into the soft pile of blankets and pillows, her scent wrapping around us both, thick and comforting. She looks up at me through her lashes, and for a heartbeat, I forget how to breathe.
“Alpha,” Skyla hums softly, eyes half-hooded with lust. “Touch me.” She grips the edge of her nightgown, then pulls it up and over her head. She’s completely naked—thick thighs, curvy hips, and perky little tits.
Trying like hell to stay in control, I kick off my clothes as fast as I can—shirt, jeans, and socks scattered across the floor. Then I crawl into Sky’s nest and settle right between her slick-soaked thighs.
With one hand anchored next to her face, I smooth my other hand up her trim waist, and over her breasts. She’s so small. My hand covers her tits completely, her hard nipples pushing into the center of my palm.
It’s weird. I’ve touched her like this so many times since she came into our home. I’ve kissed her, touched her, and felt her come on my face, but knowing that I’m going to actually make love to her makes it all feel brand new.
