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But Jake. Jake, with his golden and silver curls crowning him like some kind of heathen king, was definitely not Nelson. He was Alpha and she was an Omega in Heat. For today, he was hers. Without hesitation, without shame or subterfuge, without the watchful eyes of her parents, anything was possible.
He nodded in deliberate understanding, and his pants tightened with a growing bulge.
"How much more?" he asked, a muscle ticking in his stubbled jaw. Once he came into her nest, she'd lick it and feel that tiny jump against her tongue.
A smile played on her lips, and she leaned into the boldness, drunk on possibility. "Everything you have to give me."
Zorah pinched at her nipple, relishing the sensation that darted from the tip to between her legs. Her sex throbbed with the beat of her pulse, growing swollen with every steady thump as slick leaked from inside. She let her hand wander, down below the soft curve of her belly to just above her mons.
With a groan and a low curse, Jake shifted to all fours and crawled toward the bed. Her eyes caught on the muscles in his naked shoulders, flexing with each predatory step. Saliva filled her mouth; she wanted to bite those muscles, to sink her teeth in and claim them for hers.Onlyhers.
HerAlpha.
All the years of waiting, all the Heats she'd soldiered through in solitary misery, sequestered and pitied by her family, masturbating herself to fantasies of hypothetical Alphas and imagined scenarios, none of that compared to this, to the feeling of Jake's gaze forging a path over her body and the anticipation of every passing second. With every inch closer, the air between them compressed like a physical thing, pressing against her exposed skin, a prelude to his impending touch.
His forward movement halted at the edge of the bed. Scant few inches from her bent knee, he could grab her if he wanted to, yet he held back. He angled his neck back as if to take in the entire scene: Zorah, lush and ready in her perfect nest. She squirmed in anticipation.
His lips parted, and a pink tongue swiped over them. "So, this is a nest?"
"Yes," she said, hoarse with need and the significance of her next sentence. "Do you want to come inside,Alpha?"
"It's very... inviting." He smiled then, all white teeth and eye crinkles. "You're so beautiful, Zorah. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
His voice spilled over her like honey, and she gave a throaty moan, her arousal so close to the edge that she couldn't help but give a little, helpless pelvis thrust. "Then what are you waiting for?"
His smile faded, expression suddenly intense and serious. "You want me to touch you?"
"Yes," she all but whimpered. Her desire coiled so tight that she practically shook out of her skin.
"With my mouth and my fingers?"
"And your cock, and your knot, yes.Please, Jake." Hands clenched in the soft bedding, she vibrated with impatience.
Carefully, almost hesitantly, Jake laid a single palm on her leg. The contact almost sizzled, and her neck arched in pleasure. Jake hissed out a long sigh and glided up the length of her calf, brushing fingertips against the sensitive back of her knee. A shiver raced over Zorah's skin, and lips quirking, Jake did it again, teasing the unassuming spot she'd never known could be so erotic. His roughened fingertips played over the delicate hollow like she wasn't about to self-immolate from lust.
"Jake," she breathed out, the desperation in her voice plain.
"What's the rush? Hasn't anyone ever taken time to explore your body?" His silky voice half soothed, and half made her crazy. Jake leaned forward and pressed a hot, humid kiss to her inner knee that rocketed to her core. "I'm going to find them all; all the secret places you need to be touched and kissed and licked and sucked. I've waited a long time for this, so don't rush me."
Her sex gave a slow throb, her clit so angry and neglected. She squeezed her thighs together. "But I need —"
"Fucking?" The look he gave her lit her up like lightning. "Yeah, I'm gonna do that, too."
CHAPTER 24
Jake
With a herculean strength he didn't know he possessed, Jake tore his hand away from Zorah's impossibly silken skin and stood long enough to shuck his pants. They were doing this, and they were going to do it right.
He planted his knees on the bed and straddled her hips, drinking up the sight of the writhing Omega beneath him. She'd rearranged the bedding and turned it into an adorable nest or whatever, but that didn't change the fact that it was his. His cabin, his space, his bed. And she was in it.
His dick jutted from his body and pointed at her like a thick, accusatory finger. Her eyes widened, and she reached for it, trapping it between her hands and trailing teasing fingers along the underside. His stomach muscles clenched, the pleasure of her touch whiting out his vision for a second. Before he could open his mouth to tell her to stop, she began to stroke. Delicate fingers gripped him and worked up to a steady, confident stroke. He sucked in air between his teeth.
"Fuck, that feels good," he said, mesmerized by the sight of her small hands shuttling over his flesh. Above that, her breasts wobbled in a complimentary rhythm, her lips parted, and she stared at his dick. Fucking beautiful.
He allowed another few pumps before stilling her hands with his own. "That's enough," he gritted out, detaching her grip. "I'm supposed to be helping you through your Heat, aren't I?"
As if remembering her needs, Zorah moaned and rubbed her soft, fleshy thighs together. Jake took the opportunity to caress her silken hips, alternating light brushes with deeper, massaging touches, each pass bringing his hands closer and closer to the damp center at the apex of her thighs. He worked his way up and down, pulling her thighs apart and then pushing them together, each movement earning him a whimper of excitement or a groan of disappointment from the horny Omega. He watched her face, her fluttering, sex-fogged eyes alternating between his hands and his cock, and he couldn't suppress a smile when her hands went to work, palming her breasts and toying with the pointed tips. He wanted his hands and lips on those, too, but he could wait.
