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“Can I stay here tonight?” she asked.
“Yes, Ella, yes. I was hoping you would say that,” I said, nosing down the side of her face, dropping kisses on her cheekbone, the corner of her mouth. I pulled her into me, feeling her breasts against my ribcage, her hips against mine. I wanted to grind into her, to show her how ready she made me, but I didn’t want to push it, so I just looped my arms around her waist and held her close as I kissed her.
“Upstairs,” she whispered.
I picked her up, her legs coming to wrap around my waist, and carried her upstairs, twenty-five years of muscle memory leading me to my room even as I lost myself in her scent, her soft skin, her breath, sweet with berries and wine.
She was nervous, this time, I could tell: her scent was sweet and heavy with arousal, but there was something else there, too, as she sat on my bed. Because she was in my bedroom, not hers? Because of dinner, and my family’s unique situation? Because–oh.
I was analpha.
“Ella,” I said, keeping my voice gentle as I laid her back against the pillows, slipping off her low top sneakers and then her socks, crawling up her body to run my hands over the skin of her stomach, under her sweater and thin camisole. She was warm, and soft, and I wanted to bite her–not like that. I caught myself.Well… like that. But also like this.I pushed her sweater up and over her bra, and bent to kiss the curve of her waist, feeling her shiver as my lips tickled against her. I nipped her, and she let out a breathy sound and pulled me up so our faces were level. “Ella, I don’t want you to be nervous,” I said, and her eyes widened. “I… I won’t, uh, I mean, if you don’t want me to, I don’t have to,you know.”
Her wide eyes narrowed, her brows drawn together. Had I said something wrong?
“What?” she asked.
“I don’t know if you’ve ever, uh,” I flopped onto my back beside her and looked up at the ceiling above my bed. “If you’ve ever been with an alpha.” I braced myself for the next part. “But I’ve never been with… with an omega, so I don’t know how to explain it, exactly.” Could she hear how my heart thumped in my chest? “But even though I’m not on suppressants, alpha’s don’t usually, uh, you don’t need to worry about, like–”
“Just to be clear,” Ella said, slowly and carefully, “are you talking about your knot?”
I nodded, then said out loud, in case she wasn’t looking at me, “yeah.”
She propped herself up on her elbow next to me so she could look at me. I wished she wouldn’t: her breasts, below her scrunched-up sweater, caught the dim light from the window, illuminating their curves to distracting effect, and this was a serious conversation. “Do you think I’m nervous about… taking your knot?” I could hear the giggle in her voice. This was a serious conversation!
“Yes?” I asked, then, when her smile grew broader, changed my answer: “...no?”
She climbed on top of me, her legs, still tragically in their denim wrapping, straddling my hips. The curves of her breasts were even more distracting from this angle: I wanted to bite into that soft, giving flesh, wanted to kiss the skin and suck bruises into it–
“Charlie,” she said, pulling her sweater and camisole off the rest of the way. Her eyes were intense as they popped out from below the clothing. “I want nothing more than that.”
I flipped her over, seeing her smile widen as she landed on her back beneath me. We were still both mostly dressed, my cock straining against my unforgiving zipper, but her soft arms and her lovely shoulders and her delectable, delicious breasts were mine for the taking, and I did so, placing a kiss on her lips, then the mound of one breast, then the other. I undid the buttons of my own shirt with one hand, bracing myself above her with the other, then, when they were all opened, and I felt Ella’s hands sneaking up to my shoulders to push my shirt down my arms, I sat up and moved my attentions to the button and zipper on her jeans, the glint of metal tempting me to undo it.
Her panties matched her bra: pink lace. She had picked them out, thinking of me, of this moment. I growled, low in my chest, and caught her intake of breath as I shimmied her jeans over her hips and off her legs.
“Youdowant it, don’t you, Ella?” I asked, wondering at her perfection: all tan legs and smooth, soft skin and round breasts against pink lace, and suddenly I was the nervous one. She looked up at me, pupils wide and dark. I caught her eye and asked, tentatively: “Omega?”
“Yes, Charlie,” she said, and then, tentatively, “alpha,” and I shed my own pants and boxer briefs and covered her body with my own, feeling her arch up to meet me, grasping at her hip to hold her where I wanted her as I slowly ground my cock into her, her legs parting easily around me. She caught my gaze, and held it, and said it again, and then I kissed her, nipping at her lower lip, sucking it into my mouth, and my cock was between her legs, against the pink lace of her panties, so, so close. I could feel the heat of her body, smell her sweet slick, peaches and caramel, and the deep throbbing in my cock had me half-worried, half-hopeful that Iwouldknot her tonight, after all,heat or no heat, rut or no rut.
“I’ve been thinking of this all week,” I confessed, murmuring the words into her ear. “Of you, Ella, wanting to touch you, wanting to make you come again.” I could hear the catch in her breathing; her hands grabbed my ass, pulling me even closer as she tilted her head back, arching her spine against my bedsheets. “You want to come on my knot, omega? Want me to knot you, make you mine?”
“Fuck, Charlie,” Ella moaned, “Fuck me,please.”
“My pretty omega has a filthy mouth,” I teased, and thought for a second of filling it with my cock again. Instead, I kissed it, my tongue sliding against hers, and I slipped my fingers under the lace edges of her underwear. I nipped at her lower lip, then began to shimmy down her panties, lifting her hips to pull them down over her ass. I moved my lips to her cheek, then her jaw, then her neck as I reached to slide them down further, licking the soft, scented skin, knowing it was too soon, but wanting to devour her, my Ella, my omega, my mate.
But when my teeth brushed against the skin of her neck, I felt her freeze underneath me.
Ella
It was so easy,when Charlie’s lips were on mine, his skin hot against my own, my body throbbing for him, to fall into thatfeeling. Of rightness, of belonging, of completeness. That same feeling that I had allowed to overcome me at dinner, before Margaret’s scar reminded me that these were not my people.
As the last of his family–hispack–straggled out the door, and it was just the two of us again, I had resolved to get answers to my questions. And then, he stepped closer to me, and put his arms around me, and… I melted. What was it about this man that made him so irresistible? His smile, just for me; his juniper scent; his firm chest under soft cotton shirts; his determination to makemesmile? Whatever it was, I allowed it to lead me upstairs, and into his bed, and out of my clothes, and to tell himI want itandplease, andCharlie, alpha, yes,and to moan under his lightest touch and his whisper ofElla, omega, babyI wanted him: his kisses, and his knot, yes, but also–his heart. His family. His life, and mine, together.
So when his teeth grazed my neck, and my body tightened not with fear, but with pleasure, with anticipation?
I had to leave.
I pushed him away, his strong, heavy body moving effortlessly at my touch. His eyes were questioning, and worried.
