She slides forward far enough to lean down to capture my lips for a quick kiss, her eyes suddenly tender. “Sorry, Pretty Boy. You just look so good like this, and I want to savor you. But yeah, I might fucking explode if you don’t fuck me now. I could use a hand, though. I’ve used toys before but those tend to stand up on their own, so if you wouldn’t mind helping me line everything up.”
I groan again, the thought that she’s never been with anyone else making something primal in my chest expand. I know I won’t be the only one she’s with. She’s an omega—they need alphas, and usually multiple mates. But fuck me, to be the first one she’s wanted. My jaw grinds as she slides back and rises up on her thighs, so I can grip my weeping shaft and hold it for her to sink down on.
Her movements are stilted as she adjusts to the sensation. Looking down my body, I let out a low curse at the visual she makes—her jaw gone slack and eyes glazed over in pleasure. My hands itch to reach out and grab her hips, pull her against me and bury myself balls deep in her tight little body, but she needs to set the pace. This is all new, and god knows I don’t want to hurt her. Still, I’m starting to worry I might crack a tooth if I can’t get my jaw to stop clenching.
This is the best kind of torture, and my groan slips free when she finally takes all of me. Her eyes are closed, her breath coming in short, little pants, and it’s taking everything I have not to come just from how exquisite she looks.
Finally giving in, I let my hands slide up her thighs to circle her waist. The movement seems to startle her out of a daze, and her palms come down on my chest, giving her the leverage she needs to raise her hips. My mind blanks at the sensation. It’s too fucking much, and I feel my fingers digging into her ass. Her breath slips out in a low moan that makes my balls tighten as she starts to move. Her back arches as she begins to build speed, and it’s a shock when her gaze catches mine, her eyes watching the sensations play out across my features.
“Fuck. Sarah! I can’t…Fuck, I’m gonna come. Please. What can I do…I need you to finish first. Please…Oh fuck! I can’t—” I’m babbling, nearly incoherent with pleasure and need. It feels so good it almost hurts, and my fingers flex, clutching her hips as I finally give in to my impulse to slam my hips up. Her moans echo mine, and I feel her tighten around me as her release washes over her, and I’m free to chase my own. It only takes a couple more thrusts before lightning chases down my spine and I come with a strangled sob. Emptying my aching balls into her.
When I’m finally able to loosen my grip on her, she collapses against my chest, her breath hot against my skin. My hand reaches down, stroking her short hair away from her eyes as she looks up at me, a sly smile on those sweet rosebud lips. “Ok, Pretty Boy, I guess I can see what all the fuss is about. But it seems we’ve done this a little out of order. Once I can feel my legs again, I think you should buy me dinner.” I snort laughter at my spicy little minx. She is definitely gonna keep me on my toes.
Chapter 10
I’ve had plenty of time to check in on Lily at the hospital in the last few weeks. Adam hasn’t left her side since she was assaulted, and I’m worried about both of them. That’s why they never showed up to the mixer. I don’t know if I even noticed it at the time. I was so wrapped up in John and meeting my first scent match…but I should have realized something was up. Adam left my room after helping me to get ready and then just disappeared. That’s not normal, and I’m still kicking myself for not being there when they needed me.
If I could get my hands on those fucking alphas, I’d destroy them…I don’t know, maybe take some notes from the old Grimm’s fairy tale stuff and cut strips of skin out of their backs, salt them, and throw them in a pit of snakes. Fairy tales used to be really brutal…I’ll need to see if I can find copies of those books again and re-read them to plan new revenge ideas.
Thinking of John brings a deeper pang to my chest. He’s my scent match, my alpha, and in the last few weeks I’ve only seen him once. If I didn’t know he was mine, I’d be worried. But fate knows best, right? If some higher power picked this alpha out for me, then he must be mine. It’s strange that he didn’t bring his pack when he came to see me either; maybe they were working. I don’t really know what they do. He said his family owns a pharmaceutical company, so I figure he works there. If he’s high up, maybe he just has trouble getting time off to visit?
Regardless, Greg has been staying with me for most of the time. It’s technically under Doctor Terra’s orders. She’s worried I’ll get sick again if he’s not around, but it’s not exactly a hardship having him nearby. Still, John did look upset when my big beta stood close while we were meeting earlier, so that’s something he’ll have to learn to deal with. I’ve already decided that Greg belongs to me, and anybody else who wants me has to take him too. I’m not really sure what his opinion is on that, but it’s too late now. I licked him, he’s mine. That logic normally only applies to cookies, but I’m going to use it anyway.
My beta’s sitting behind me on what is now our shared couch as we watch Shaggy hop around the floor, getting his wiggles out. We’ve been discussing what to do for Christmas for the last three days. He doesn’t want to go visit his family—I wouldn’t be able to come due to being an unbonded omega anyway—and I’m not sure if I’m ready to introduce him to all of mine yet. That way lies madness, and I don’t want to scare him off. Maybe it could work if he meets them all at separate times in small groups. But all my brothers’ and sisters’ packs will be there, as well as my parents and probably my tios with their families.
We normally all congregate at my abuelo’s place. Mamá is the youngest of six siblings; she has five brothers, who are a mix of alphas and betas. I’m not exactly a middle child with three older alpha brothers, two older omega sisters, and one younger alphasister. All of them but my baby sis have packs and kids already. And as much as I love my mom, I don’t think Greg is ready to be asked how soon we’re going to settle down and give her more grandbabies. And isn’t that question a kick in the teeth? She knows about my PMOS—we don’t even know if I can have kids.
Still, I don’t want to be away from Greg. It’s not just that I feel better physically with him close by, I enjoy spending time together. Plus, even though it’s only been a month, we’ve already gotten into a nice routine. We get up, have breakfast in the commons or cold cereal here, and then I head off to class while he takes care of…well, whatever it is he does for work. He says it’s mostly being on call and moving heavy objects.
Then he brings me lunch so we can let Shaggy have extra free time before I have to get back to classes and my gym time and he has to get back to work. After dinner, we cuddle on the couch and watch movies, even though he keeps trying to tempt me with popcorn, I don’t need the extra carbs. Some evenings, he practices guitar while I spend quality time with the resident fluffball. Then he sings me to sleep. It’s not a purr, but it’s veryhim, and I love it.
On the weekends, we spend more time at the gym. He can lift more than me, because guys naturally have more upper body strength. But I own his ass on squats. We’re working on his endurance for both of our benefits. Despite how long he’s worked here, I don’t think he realized how high omega sex drives are.
Poor baby. I’m gonna have to get him some vitamins and stock up on Gatorade.
MWA HA HA HA!
I’m drawn out of my maniacal musings by his chin resting on top of my head. “I lost you there for a minute, Shortcake. What’s wrong?” My brow creases in a frown at the nickname. Idon’t have nicknames…other than from Teddy, and I can’t hold it against him since I call him Thicc.
My breath comes out in a long sigh as I settle back against his warm chest. “Nothing’s…wrong, exactly. I just. My family can be…a lot. Like, alotlot. I don’t want them to scare you off. They’re going to be expecting me, because holidays are a huge deal with them. Plus, we’re pretty local; we could drive there in just a few hours.ButI don’t want them to scare you off…not that I’d let you go, you’re mine. Mom will askagain when I’m going to settle down with a pack and have kids. And probably lovingly berate me for my life choices. I know she means well, but I’m just….”
My voice trails off as his arms wrap around me, holding me close and humming into my hair. “We don’t have to go. We can stay here. I know they like everybody to leave for the holidays, but we can use the dorm kitchen, make a little holiday meal for ourselves. If it clears out enough, maybe take Shaggbutt’s playpen outside for some fresh air. Sound good?” He rubs his lips over the top of my head, finally leaving a smacking kiss before pulling away and turning my face so he can meet my eyes. “If you want to go, we’ll go. If you don’t want to, I’ll help you think up some excuse to keep you here. But I’ll be happy wherever you are, so don’t worry about me.”
It seems too soon to be in love with this guy, but I’m already there. He smells like mine, Shaggbutt grudgingly accepts his presence, and he is the sweetest man I’ve ever met in my life. Which ok, since I presented as an omega that’s mostly been my family, and the beta guards here at the center. But, still, that’s not the point.
This man is the chillest person I’ve met, and he’s completely fine with all my strange eccentricities. Like playing drums when I get stressed or nesting and re-nesting when I can’t get the sheets just right after laundry day. He even took over when Iwas late one night and cleaned out Shaggy’s poop box. My brain was just scattered from studying for tests, and I came home in a panic to find that he had already picked up dinner and Shaggy was giving little happy honks as he bounced around the room to poor Greg cleaning up his turds. Gross, but the man would be a keeper even if I wasn’t an omega.
He would be such a good dad.
I bet I wouldn’t even need to ask him to help me with diapers and middle-of-the-night feedings. Unlike two of Shelly’s mates that she had to have a come-to-Jesus moment with, because they said that dirty diapers weren’t an alpha’s job. Not thatthatwasn’t hilarious to see.
I wonder how her little ones are doing, anyway. I miss them, especially Arya, the little demon. I can’t believe her mom didn’t even look that one up when I suggested it. It was just, “Oh, that’s so pretty!” until she finally figured it out six months later and then, “I can’t believe you let me name my daughter after a serial killer in a TV show!” She wasn’t a serial killer; she was a badass assassin in a bookandTV show. Not my fault you can’t use fucking Google.
This train of thought leads to depressing shit I don’t want to deal with, so I squeeze the arms wrapped around me and turn my head to nuzzle my face into Greg’s jaw, scent-marking him and comforting myself in the process. “Yeah…I want to do that. Just the two of us here…and Shaggy. But Mamá would lose her shit. Christmas isherholiday. If I don’t show up, I’ll never hear the end of it. It’s going to suck, regardless, but at least I’ll have you there.”
In truth, the idea of going makes me want to cry. I love my parents, and I love my family, but they are kind of well-meaning assholes. They think that being related means they can run roughshod over me and any “advice” is supposed to be helpful. It’s not.
Sometimes it’s just depressing. All my siblings have packs and kids. All my tios have packs or mates and kids. We don’t even know if I can have kids because my heats are so sporadic and crazy, and I don’t want to be around all the happy families and their babies and be asked, again, why I don’t have them. It makes me feel fucking broken, like I’m not a real omega.
