“Rosa.” Nico’s voice is dark and raspy, reminding me of Cooper’s. I don’t think it’s been long enough for him to go feral, but it’s been weeks that he’s been exhibiting symptoms we didn’t understand.
The way he knew when I was in pain, the anxious pacing when he wasn’t with me, and later the headaches when I was going through withdrawals. He met me a month ago today.
I could be wrong, and going feral could be quieter than the way others describe it. There’s no exact science to this, as it’s a mixture of metaphysics and biology.
“Hey,” I say, biting my lip as I brace myself over him with my forearms. “I’m going to fix this.”
“You don’t have to?—”
I interrupt his line of thought with a kiss, tasting mint as his arms wrap tightly around me. He’s not hurting me, and his leg raises between my legs to keep me in place.
Don’t slick. That’s so fucking inappropriate.Unfortunately, his thigh is right against my clit, and I shiver with a slight whimper as I fall into this kiss. His hands find as much skin as possible, pushing underneath my panties to grab my ass, while the other ghosts up my back. Breaking away, I suck on his jaw as he gives the sexiest, raw groan I’ve ever heard.
Verona shudders as well, and Pablo softly shushes her, kissing her as his own hands roam.
“Rosa… Fuck. What are you doing,cuore mio?”
“What I need to,” I whisper, dragging my tongue up his jaw line. His skin tastes like salt from sweating and the sweetness of peaches and caramel.
“What does that…oh god.” I can be very distracting when I need to be, and Nico gasps as I suck on the pulse of his throat.
His hands continue to explore, and I moan as his index finger pushes its way between my pussy lips. Slick meets his touch as he runs his fingers slowly through it, and I stop overthinking it. I enjoy his touch, I know he can be a good husband with a little motivation.
Forever is as good as any.
My teeth sink into his throat and his finger slips further to tease at my entrance as he does this raspy whimper filled with pain and arousal that is so goddamned sexy. My hips push forward, begging for more, and my husband and mate’s fingers push their way into my wet pussy.
The bond snaps into place hard between us, and Nico sobs as I’m overrun with both his emotions and mine. There’s no way a half-bond is going to fix his bond sickness, and there’s a chance we’ll need to be attached at the hip more. I’m not sure how it’ll all work, but we’ll figure it out.
Lifting my head, I pant as he teases me without meaning to. My pussy is a fidget toy, and he’s rocking his fingers inside of me as he lays on the bed, panting heavily.
“Rosa…”
“You’re mine now.” Blinking rapidly to keep my tears from blurring his face, I whimper as I try to move. Instead, I find myself locked into place better than any knot could. “Make it official and bite me, pretty boy.”
“Ugh, don’t call him that,” Verona mutters. “His ego is big enough as it is.”
“Very funny,” Nico says, rolling his eyes. “My hands… seem to have a mind of their own, Rosa.”
“Good. Maybe now that you’re aware, you’ll actually finger fuck me like a good husband,” I whine. “You’re barely moving?—”
I squeal as he flips us so I’m below him, and he sinks his fingers deeper inside of me, rolling them up perfectly.
“Yes, please, Nico.”
“I have a thing about Rosa begging,mi amor,” Pablo grumbles.
“You hate it, huh,tesoro?”
“Fucking despise it,” Pablo agrees. “Our pretty little omega gets orgasms. You can edge me all day long.”
“Seems fair,” Nico says, kissing me as he adds his thumb to the party. He finds my clit as if he’s always been pleasing women, and I feel a surge of jealousy, despite how crazy that is. “Rosa, you’re the only pussy my fingers have ever been inside. Relax and let me make you come.”
Wiggling, I pull my shirt off, giving him more to work with.
“How did you know?” I ask, blushing.
Nico purrs as he looks down at me, dropping to kiss anywhere my blush touches my skin.
