His knot had swollen, and I could feel it bumping against my entrance, which added another pleasant sensation. It was obscenely large, and the thought of it entering me filled me with fear, nerves, and a sliver of curiosity. What would it feel like? Would it hurt? My muscles tensed, and Cade could sense my trepidation.
“Don’t worry, Rowan, I won’t knot you…tonight.”
The implication that he would eventually do just that wasn’t lost on me, but knowing he wouldn’t do it now relieved me. Even though my omega instincts lusted for it, I knew my body wasn’t physically ready.
He punished my core with his cock. The sensation of his knot battering my entrance, the brutal, relentless pace, and the lingering painful stretch, made my climax climb once more. I started begging him to make me cum, afraid he would stop again. I clawed at his chest and shoulders, trying to anchor myself as he pummeled me with stroke after stroke of pure bliss. When he reached between us to rub and then pinch my clit, my climax crested.
Right as I came, Cade found the crook of my neck opposite the bandaged side and sunk his teeth into my flesh hard. Instead of the pain I had felt when Killian marked me, his bite overwhelmed my body with pleasure, and a third orgasmexploded, pulsating over and over. When he finally withdrew his teeth, little echoes of my release shook my whole body. The last thing I remembered before passing out, spent from exhaustion, was Cade tenderly starting to clean and dress the wound.
Chapter 23: Cade
Rowan looked so fucking beautiful when she came. Her big blue eyes were wide, pupils blown. Her strawberry hair fanned out, her cherry lips pursed into an “O”, and her back arched as heavy tits bounced up and down.
She was pure hunger and need, clawing at me with desperate hands, demanding more. I wanted to give her exactly what she was asking for, the more her body clearly craved.
But I also wanted to take her the way I wanted. I needed to control her, to use her in the ways that pleased me most. She wasn’t ready though. I knew she was inexperienced. I had to go slow with her… be gentle. Gentler than I was used to, at least.
Having never fucked an omega before, it had been easy to settle for betas. I now knew what I had been missing, despite not even knotting her yet. After feeling how tightly her cuntsqueezed my cock while she came, I was impatient to feel her milk my knot. It was a mystery how I was going to fit it in her narrow pussy, considering her virgin cunt had nearly choked my shaft.
Rowan was barely conscious while I cleaned and dressed the mark I gave her. I liked that my brother and I had chosen the same mirrored places on her shoulders to bite her. The excitement of the last few days had certainly caught up with Rowan, and her labored soft breaths told me she had fallen deep asleep.
Her scent shifted slightly after I marked her, which was a good sign that it would stabilize once the entire unit had completed the pack mate. She would still smell incredibly tempting to us, but not to other alphas, who would recognize her as ours.
Shifting her limp body, I pulled the sheets and blankets, which were still neatly tucked military-style, over her. It was a testament to my bed-making skills that sex hadn’t disturbed the sheets’ sharp folds. I also slid under the blankets, laying on my side, and twisted the lamp’s knob, turning out the light.
I laid flat on my back with my arms folded behind my head, replaying in my mind how tight and wet Rowan’s cunt had been, on repeat.
My dick swelled again, and I briefly considered fucking my hand, when Rowan turned to me, seeking heat, and wormed her way into the crook of my arm. She nuzzled her head against my vast chest, wrapping her arms around my torso and interlocking her legs with mine. She looked content and comfy, and as much as I wanted to pleasure myself to get my still inflated knot to dissipate or better yet, wake her up and make her do it, I couldn’t bring myself to disturb her.
I watched her eyes move back and forth under her eyelids, as slight changes to her expression flashed across her face. She was dreaming of something. I wanted to know what. I needed to know everything about this woman. Every emotion, every thought, every passion.
Her stillness and calm were unusual for the fiery brat, and it gave me an opportunity to really study her. Her small nose had a few scattered freckles. I traced them with my eyes, like constellations bleeding out onto her cheeks. I ran my fingers through her hair and then trailed down her shoulder blade and spine.
Possessiveness surged through me as I watched her sleep, satisfied and tranquil, on my chest. I wanted to dominate every inch of her, own her emotions and desires, and make her know beyond any doubt that she was mine.
Chapter 24: Rowan
“Honey, can you go grab a few of those tomatoes from the garden? I think they're finally ripe. I want to put them in the salad. Dinner will be ready in a few."
“Sure thing, Dad,” I said, setting down my book and peeling myself out of his worn leather armchair. The soft cushions had molded perfectly to me, and my body protested the movement like I was leaving a warm cocoon.
Outside, the garden was quiet. I moved between the rows, gently brushing the vines until I found the ripest tomatoes. Some were still green, so I left those untouched, plucking onlythe ruby-red ones that gave under just the right amount of pressure.
It was early fall, and the air should have been crisp, but instead, a thick, oppressive heat clung to me like a wet sheet. I felt it winding around my limbs, heavy and unnatural. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and for a moment, I wondered if I might be coming down with something. A fever, maybe.
Then, from somewhere deep in the woods, a howl rose into the night. The sound was long and mournful, like a cry torn from something broken. My heart jumped. There were wolves in these woods. We’d heard them before. But something in that sound twisted in my gut.
I turned and hurried back to the house, locking the back door behind me.
“Here you go, Dad,” I said, handing over the tomatoes.
“Thanks, honey. Can you set the table? I’ll just finish the salad and we can eat shortly.”
I grabbed placemats and silverware, moving to the dining table. Just as I was about to place the forks, a loud knock shattered the stillness.
I dropped everything. Silverware clattered to the floor.
I froze.
