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Charlie seemedwilling to be the one with their back against the hard tile floor of the greenhouses, but… I wanted to be under him, feel his large, firm body over mine, closing in on me and keeping me close and safe.
“Flip me over,” I said, and at the hesitation in his eyes, I said, “do it, alpha.”
He did, and the coolness of the tile even through our wool coats–his cashmere, mine polyester blend–had me shivering and clinging to the sweat-slick body above me.
“Okay, Ella, baby?” he asked, and I nodded, humming against his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck with my nose. “Are you ready?” I nodded again, and he grabbed my hair, pulling my head gently from the crook of his neck until I could see his eyes. “Tell me,” he said, his eyes flashing. I could feel as slick dribbled from between my legs. The coats would be ruined.
“I want you to bite me, Charlie,” I affirmed, wriggling underneath him until I could feel the head of his cock nudging against my slick, swollen entrance. I tipped my hips up, rubbing it against my folds to see his eyes rolling back, his eyelids falling shut.
“I want that, too, Ella,” he whispered, as he drove back into me, “I want that sofuckingmuch,” he groaned, and already, I could feel it: a slight resistance as his shaft moved against me, fucking into my body as I lay beneath him on the cold, grounding tile. There was a growing press of flesh against my entrance every time he forced his way back into me, stretching my walls from within, getting bigger and bigger, and I understood why he had needed me sated and relaxed for this. Even still, I couldn’t help myself from contracting down on his cock, squeezing around the intrusion as the stretch and fullness tipped over the line from pleasure to pain. I wanted both to hold him tight to me and to scrabble away, and then–he was locked inside of me, and his eyes locked to mine, and I nodded, so full I was unable to speak, and he lowered his teeth to my neck and bit down.
I shattered.
My vision blurred, then went white, at the searing, sparkling sharpness of his teeth in my skin, biting through flesh and deep into my soul, which came pouring out of me with my orgasm, with a gush of caramel-scented sweetness, with a cry that, in hindsight, I thought should have shattered at least one window of the greenhouse. With his come, flooding into me as his knot flexed and pulsed against the weak fluttering of my battered walls, torrent after torrent, until I could feel the swelling of my belly from the amount of it already, until I could feel it dripping from the place where his knot held us together to mingle with my slick under our joined bodies.
And then a slow, spreading warmth, from the place where his tongue licked and soothed over my torn flesh, all the way to my fingertips, to my toes, making them curl as I shook through another orgasm, like a low rumble of thunder after the lightning strike of his bite.
And then, as our scents shifted and danced around us, and my vision returned, the shimmering whiteness clearing, I could distinguish the sound of Charlie’s voice from the low rumbling vibration in his chest.
“Forever,” he was saying. “Forever, omega, forever.”
Charlie
I hadn’t realizedhow it would feel, being mated.
I had known, of course, that it meant something, physically, that a mating bond wasn’t just a promise, wasn’t just a scar. But, as I lay on my side, my knot still pulsing at the base of my cock, my legs entangled with Ella’s as she curled into me, I could feel her in a way I wouldn’t have been able to imagine even if I had ever thought to. Her heartbeat, in time with mine, her breath, gusting against the bare skin of my chest, the flutter of her body, all wetness and burning heat, around my length, and under it all, the deep satisfaction of belonging. To her. To each other. A soft laugh escaped me, making my new mate wince as my cock jumped at the contraction of my abs.
“Hmm,” she asked, sounding tired. We needed to get home before she–or I–fell asleep here.
“Nothing,” I said, then remembered: Ella was my mate, and I was going to tell her everything. “Just… it feels different than I thought it would. Better,” I hurried to add.
“Speak for yourself,” she said, giggling, as I rolled onto my back, pulling her half on top of me. “You’re not the one with a sore shoulder and a… a…”
“A knot lodged in your–”
“Yes,” she said, primly. As primly as she could, naked with her hair falling in tangles around my face and her skin shining with sweat.
“That’s not what I meant,” I said, as she slapped her hand against my chest lightly. “Although you do feelincrediblewhen you wiggle like that.” She stopped squirming, letting her body rest fully against mine. Fuck, herbody.Her breasts were pressed against my rib cage, the scent of caramel filling my nose, and I wanted her all over again. “What I meant was…” How could I describe it? But I didn’t have to put it into words:
“I feel it, too,” she murmured.
* * *
Later, after we were dressed–or as dressed as possible, in our coats and nothing underneath, smelling of sex and iron and tropical flowers and our hair tangled–and in the backseat of the chauffeured car I usually thought of as Jack’s personal property.
“I got blood on my coat,” Ella was saying, inspecting the collar, pulling it away from her bite. She was curled into the passenger side backseat as I sat in the middle, her legs across my thighs. I would send Daniel fucking flowers or something, tomorrow, for picking us up like this and not asking any questions, only raising his eyebrows and clapping me on the shoulder with one of his huge, meaty hands.
“That’s the least of that coat’s problem,” I said. “Throw it away. I’ll buy you a new one.”
“Oh, I really am mated to a Prince, aren’t I?” Ella whispered, her eyes teasing, her tongue only slightly tripping over the word.Mated.Wewere, and it was…fuck.It was incredible. I couldn’t keep my hands from her body: tangling our fingers together, teasing my thumbs under the hem of her shirt, nosing along her jaw, breathing in her sweet, the undercurrent of sex and alpha–me–in her scent.
“Therichestone,” I said, raising my eyebrows in a show of mock bravado.
“With a driver, even,” she said.
“Mmm,” I said, pulling her even closer, kissing the underside of her chin as she tilted her head back. “He’s more like a family friend, but yeah, he drives us, sometimes.”
“Sometimes I almost forget you aren’t literally a prince, you know that, right?”
