Page 4 of Bloom in Darkness

“For months.”

My cock gets even harder against him, another warm slide of slick following when Bryn breathes me in. His fingers dig harder into my hip before he makes himself ease up again.

“Months?” I murmur, my mouth close to his. “Even with an Alpha waiting at home?”

Bryn’s gaze stays on mine. “It’s different with you.”

Something in my stomach tightens. “How?”

His palm slides slowly down my side, broad enough to cover half my waist. “With him, I like the muscle. I like how much he can take.” His thumb presses into the soft give above my hip. “You’re different. You’re soft, you smell sweet, and you make these little noises every time I touch you.”

Heat climbs through me so fast it makes my head swim. I like being an Omega. I like the slick, the scent, the way my body goes soft and needy under the right hands. What I don’t want is everything that comes attached to letting someone claim too much of me when Sabine already owns enough of my life.

He kisses me again, and a whine breaks loose when his mouth drags down my throat and his teeth catch lightly at the skin there. Slick runs hot into my underwear and along the inside of my thighs as I chase the pressure of his hands. Bryn rumbles against me, one arm wrapping around my back while the other slides beneath my thigh.

Then he lifts me, the movement so easy it steals another sound from me. My legs lock around his waist while he presses me against the wall, one hand braced behind my shoulders so the plaster never takes my weight. His cock rubs against the seam of my ass through the fabric, just the idea of it splitting me in two making me want it all that much more.

His fingers dig into my thigh and ease again when I grind against him. I tighten my legs around his waist, wanting him to quit treating me so carefully.

I bury my face in his neck and lick along the place where his scent mixes with the Alpha’s. Bryn’s purr turns rough enough to vibrate against my mouth. “Your scents are so fucking good.”

His fingers tighten around my thigh when I lick him again.

Bryn’s mouth moves over my jaw while his hand slides between my thighs. His fingertips brush over my slick hole, making my head drop back against the wall before he pulls away and brings the wet fingers to his mouth.

A whine slips out when he tastes me, and Bryn lowers his hand again before I can recover. “Again.”

His fingertips glide back over my hole, and this time I let the sound out instead of swallowing it. My underwear is soaked through by now, warm against my skin and smearing slick onto him every time I shift. I reach for his shirt because I need his skin under my hands, and Bryn helps me drag it over his head.

I’ve imagined him naked plenty of times. My hands still look small moving over his chest and shoulders, following tattoos and old scars while his muscles tighten beneath my palms. I keep remembering how easily he picked me up.

“I keep thinking about what you’d feel like if you stopped being so careful,” I admit, my mouth close to his throat.

Bryn tightens his hand around my thigh until my breath catches. More slick soaks into the fabric between us.

He lowers me just long enough to strip away the last of my clothes. Cool air hits the wetness coating my thighs, and Bryn’s gaze follows it before he lifts me again and settles my back against the wall. My legs wrap around his waist while his cock presses hot and thick against me.

When he guides himself against my hole, the blunt pressure alone makes me gasp. The first slow push stretches me around the head, and my fingers dig hard into his shoulders. “Fuck, you’re so much bigger than I imagined.”

Bryn stops immediately, his face close to mine. “Too much?”

A breathless laugh escapes me, followed by a sharper gasp when I shift and feel how little of him I have actually taken. “No. Just right. Go slow, though. I feel like you’re splitting me in half.”

“I can do slow.” Bryn kisses me once, then eases forward again, giving my body time to open around him.

The stretch builds inch by inch, slick making the movement easier even while the fullness keeps stealing my breath. I hold on to his shoulders and bury my face against his neck, letting him work deeper until my thighs start trembling around his waist. By the time he is fully inside me, I am shaking against him, mouth open against his skin as a low growl rolls through his chest.

My back stays against the wall as Bryn starts moving again, slow at first, letting me adjust to the size of him before each thrust grows deeper. I hold on to his shoulders and meet him as much as I can from where he has me pinned, but most of the work belongs to him. Every push drags another broken sound out of me, and soon I am kissing him between them, mouth open and messy while his tongue pushes deep enough to make my fingers tighten against his skin.

Bryn’s hand slips between our bodies and closes around my cock. The first firm stroke nearly folds me around him. I moan into his mouth as his thumb sweeps over the head, spreading the wetness there before his fist moves again, slow and heavy in time with his hips. The combination makes it impossible to decide where I want him most, and my body gives up trying. I rock against his hand while he fucks me against the wall, slick spreading warm between us until every movement comes easier.

He kisses down my jaw and back to my mouth while his pace builds. I can barely keep up with him anymore. My hands slip over his shoulders, catch in the short hair at his nape, then lock there when one harder thrust drives him deep enough to make my whole body jolt.

“Fuck.” My voice cracks around the word, and Bryn’s mouth covers mine again before I can catch my breath.

The pressure inside me changes several thrusts later. His knot has started to swell, catching at my entrance every time he pulls back before slipping away with the next stroke. My body clenches around him automatically.

I push down after it, but Bryn’s hand tightens around my hip before I can force myself farther onto his growing knot. “Careful. It’s starting to swell.”