I have a feeling this heat is going to be a good one.
Deciding we’ve wasted enough time, I start stripping, remembering how I undressed the first time we were together.
“Are you sure, Hay?”
I love the way he shortens my name. “I’ve been wanting to do this with you for far too long, Alpha.”
He sucks in a deep breath at the title. Just like last time I stripped in front of Thorne, his eyes are darkening with lust as they trail over my body. It’s intoxicating to know I can do this to such a gorgeous alpha. When I’m fully naked, I close the distance between us. My lips slam against his in a collision of heat andpassion. He tastes like sugar cookies and frosting. “Just exactly how many cookies have you made while I was asleep?”
He chuckles against my lips. “Quite a few, but don’t worry, sweet omega. I’ll feed them to you between your waves. I want to spoil you. To treat you like a fucking king until you’re happy and sated.”
“Yes, Alpha,” I breathe, grinding our hips together. His hard cock is trapped between us, thrusting against my abdomen. The pressure of my cock against his thigh has me panting with lust. My lips return to his, and we continue making out, with me tugging him back into the bedroom.
When the backs of his knees hit the bed, I push him onto it, loving that he’s letting me take control. I drop to my knees, causing him to gasp. “Omega,” he growls.
I shake my head. “Please, Thorne. Let me do this. I never got to the first time.” Plus, once my heat has fully hit, I’ll need him inside of me for the next seven to ten days. I want to taste him before that happens.
Ihaveto taste him.
His dick is a thing of beauty. Thick and curving to the right. Precum leaks from the tip. Using my fingers, I stroke him once, milking more liquid from him before leaning forward for a lick. His arousal is salty and sweet.
When my tongue touches his slit, he makes a choked sound that has me leaking more slick. Before he can protest, I wrap my lips around the head of his hard cock. He’s larger than any alpha I’ve ever been with, leaving me to wonder if this is a shifter trait. Sliding my lips further down his length, I take him in as much as I can.
“Fuck, omega. That feels so good. So. Fucking. Good.”
I can’t believe this is real. Thorne here in my cabin, the feel of my tongue against his cock, his intoxicating scent of cedar and fruit. I take him further into my throat until I gag. And oh, fuck. I love it. I love the feel of him taking away my air and the texture of him in my mouth.
I pull back before sinking back down, again and again, until I find the perfect rhythm that makes him moan and gasp and curse. The sounds he makes only rile me up even more, and suddenly, my heat is forgotten. The only thing that matters is making my alpha come.
“Fucking hell, Hayden. Your tongue. That throat. Slow down, baby,” he gasps. “You’re going to make me come too soon.”
I moan, bobbing my head faster.
“Oh no you don’t, sexy omega,” he says, hauling me to my feet as he stands. With a power I didn’t even realize he possessed, he lifts me up and tosses me on the bed. My cock is throbbing so hard it jerks and leaks precum, needing attention.
“My poor, poor, Hayden. Do you want me to take care of that?” he teases. His hands are all over me—touching, grazing, caressing. He tugs on my pebbled nipples until they’re overly sensitive. He teases my balls and traces patterns over my thighs and stomach. He drives me wild until I’m begging and needy. Since I’m in heat, he doesn’t need to prep me; my body is already primed and wet for him.
When I feel like I’m so desperate that I could probably come just from his next touch, he surprises me by thrusting into my hole in one swift move. Scrambling to grasp the sheets, I arch and moan right as ribbons of cum cover my chest. He pounds into me hard and fast, finding his own rhythm. All the while, he murmurs filthy praise that has me hard again within minutes. Thanks to my heat, I’m ready to come again, and when I do, I clench hard around him, forcing the orgasm right out of his cock.
With a roar, he pumps his seed deep inside me. However, the most exciting part is how his knot expands, becoming so thick so quickly that it traps us in place, holding his delicious cum in me.
Goddess, do I even want to think about why my heat ended so early? It’s been three days since I found Thorne in my cabin. Three wonderful days of sexual bliss. Three days of Thorne taking care of me, feeding me, and cleaning me in between waves. During that time, we talked about our lives. I told him about my toy designs and confessed to how he was the reason I chased my dreams. He told me about taking over his Pride and confessed he had a wishing tree in his town square in honor of our night together. I’ve never had this much pleasure or been this happy during one of my heats before, and damn, I’m almost sad it didn’t last at least a week.
Three amazing days. That could only mean one thing. I rub my stomach, trying to imagine a baby growing there. I smile.
Thorne’s baby. Ending my heat that quickly most likely means that I’m pregnant. Should I tell him there’s a strong possibility we are having a baby? Or should I wait for the test? As if summoning him with just my thoughts, Thorne enters the living room with a big box in his arms.
He smiles over at me, and my heart swoops with joy. I still can’t believe Thorne is back in my life.
“Why do you have so many decorations?” I ask.
He peers over at me for a moment, and I get the impression he doesn’t want to tell me. I’m about to tell him to forget about it when he starts talking. “I have to be honest with you, Hayden.”
I nod, bracing myself. “Okay.”
“Christmas used to be my favorite holiday. Hell, it still is. But that night…the night I met you changed everything for me. It was perfect and heartbreaking.”
My heart is hammering in my chest. Can he hear it? “It changed things for me, too,” I whisper.
