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Away from the party, their feet crunched along the gravel path, loud in the tranquil still of early night when only the scurry of a small animal in the underbrush or the distant hoot of an owl touched the wind. The dark, once able to send her heart rate skittering through the roof, now only elicited a dull wariness. She’d never be totally comfortable in this new wilderness, but the tether to Cal, with its shining warmth and connection, chased away the desolate fear of abandonment.
Notably, they were not taking a direct route back to their cabin and instead diverted by the newly restored mess hall. Cal’s wide back, his pale shirt visible in the low light, disappeared around the corner. Della hastened her steps to catch up, amazed at how quick he managed to be, crutches notwithstanding.
She turned the corner into inky-black night, and an arm shot out and spun her body till her back pressed against the side of the new building. Rough, hard boards scratched at the bare backs of her arms, and the fresh, cut wood scent blended with Cal’s musk and filled her lungs.
“There you are,” spoke a voice in the darkness, repeating the first words he ever spoke to her. Only this time, instead of a mysterious stranger with an intriguing twang tripping her out of her staid, lonely routine, the words came from her beloved mate and lit her up from the inside.
Her hands found their way around his waist, nudging his shirt aside to seek the solid, anchoring feel of his skin. Slightly tacky in the humid night, where the air hung thick with moisture and expectation, her palms tingled at the contact. “Here I am,” she whispered back, her unerring lips finding his in the darkness. She sighed into the familiar taste and feel of his sensual mouth, breathing him in, drinking him in, lapping him up, and loving him so, so much. Large, Alpha hands roved over her body, hot and hasty, teasing her breasts through the thin fabric of her sundress, kneading the dip of her waist, rounding the swell of her ass, and dragging her dress up her thighs. Communicating, beyond a shadow of a doubt, his intent for this little pit stop.
Cool air whisked over her legs, and Della arched into his touch, instantly awake, instantly alert, and instantly ready. Her lips fell away from his, and she tasted the line of his strong jaw and the divot in his chin, his salty tang exploding on her tongue. A broad knee worked its way into her crotch, bold and insistent and adding a tempting pressure for her to grind against. “Let’s finish what we started that first night,” he whispered in her ear as he fiddled with his belt.
Despite her cranking arousal, Della couldn’t contain a small outburst. “Here? Now?”
Snatching her hand in his own, he brought it to meet his newly freed cock, and she circled him by both instinct and desire. “Yes,now,” he said, exerting pressure on her hand, the unspoken signal to grip him tight and stroke the way he liked. Because she knew that now, reveling in the knowledge as she drew a grunt from his bobbing throat. “Best be quick before the party breaks up. Unless you want them to watch?”
His face was a shifting patchwork of shadows beneath the waning moon, but she heard the devil in his voice and upped the ante. “Good thing I didn’t wear underwear,” she said against his lips and then swallowed his groan like a glutton, his cock growing impossibly thicker in her palm.
She noted the crutches propped against the building, and a question popped out even as her legs spread wider. “You sure this is a good idea?”
With a frustrated groan, Cal adjusted his stance, planting the footless knee against the building for support. “Worst-case scenario? I fall over, and we finish on the ground.”
Della snorted. “Worst-case scenario, I end up with splinters in my ass.”
Cal chuckled against her neck, his teeth nipping at the scar of her mating bite. “And I will lovingly remove every single one. With my teeth.”
A big, impatient hand hiked her leg to his hip, the scratch of his jeans thrilling and illicit under her bare thigh. It opened her damp sex to the night air and sent another anticipatory shiver down her spine as she continued to pump his dick. Hot and swollen, she guided it to her core, rubbing the velvety head over her expectant clit.
Cal’s chest rumbled with an ardent growl, the sound vibrating against her hardened nipples and skittering pleasurable lightning down between her legs. Slick burst from her core, coating the petals of her sex and the tops of her thighs. Della moaned. Response to the Alpha growl was probably her favorite Omega trait. Even after two months, the growl always affected her thus, like a tether that yanked her arousal several rungs up the ladder. Not one to waste his gifts, Cal deployed it with a measured skill that kept her permanently on edge and always needing more.
“Slip it inside, and I’ll do it again,” he promised and goaded with a sensual purr that ignited her like a reflex. It was a wonder the bond, now crackling with hot, sexual electricity, didn’t lightherup like a glow bug from the inside out.
Hands clumsy, Della made the connection, tilting her hips to notch him in place. Cal reached down, gripping her naked ass cheek for support as he drove inside. Della’s head fell back, a dull, hollow thud against the building as her body stretched around the delicious impaling. His hips levered back and punched forward again, gliding through the slick with wet, squelching noises, filling her again and again.
Cal licked up her neck, open-mouthed and hungry. “So fucking hot,” he breathed, “your pussy is so hot for me.” He squeezed his hand on her ass tighter, pulling her cheeks apart and dragging her pelvis onto his cock. “You want more, Omega? You want my growl?”
He plunged inside, fast and rough, hitting a spot that shot fireworks off in her belly. “Yes,” she said, all semblance of dignity and reserve incinerated in the detonation. She did want it. She wanted all of it: his cock, his growl, his hands, his voice, his purr, his knot, his body, his smile, his heart. All the things she’d run from that first night, the things she’d convinced herself she didn’t want, things that would only bring her pain, now she wanted them all. She wanted all ofhim, now and forever, and to that end, there was one more thing she needed to do.
Desperate fingers scraped a path along his prickly chin and clenched in the scruff of his neck, hauling his throat to her mouth so she could breathe him in and savor the promised sound against her lips. “Give it to me. Give me your Alpha growl.Please, Alpha.”
The plea put him over the edge, and he unleashed his thrusts, pumping so hard her teeth rattled together, and she clung to his body to climb the crest of her pleasure. A growl charged out of him. Long and low and thick with feeling, it danced across her lips, buzzed her nipples, and sent her sex into tight, hot spasms around his invading cock.
Words left her tongue, strings of incomprehensible vulgarity, and her teeth found their way to his shoulder, where mid-second climax, they pierced his salty, fragrant skin. Cal’s back seized up, his rhythm ceasing for a split second before redoubling in efforts. Della held on, sinking her teeth in so there would be no question, no mistake as to the intent and purpose. She had delayed delivering this final gift, waiting for the right time, but beneath the moon on a night that felt both old and new, she had no doubt the moment had arrived.
His body a coiled spring, Cal thrust a final time, and hot, iron-rich blood oozed over her lips. Riding the crest, Della lapped it up, tasting his pleasure in every swipe of her tongue. She released his flesh, feeling the shock and astonished joy flood the bond, the ecstasy of his climax taking a back seat to this new development. “Della, my darlin’,” Cal panted with reverence and awe.
A single beam of moonlight stretched across his face and burnished his beloved golden eyes a wolfish silver. His knot filled her entrance, and their bond exploded in a shower of dazzling white-light shards, buzzing with glittery, snapping electricity.
Della ghosted her lips over his and whispered, “Thereyouare.”
THE END
