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"Here." Zorah clutched his hand and brought it up to her right breast, the mirror image placement of his own.
Face to face, the bites would line up, yet another level of beyond-perfect connection.
He mouthed over the spot, sucking it and pulling blood to the surface.
Zorah moaned, and her head fell back between her shoulder blades, which arched her torso harder into him. Wiggling her ass in his lap, the tip of his cock caught her entrance, and with no hesitation, she slid him inside.
Pleasure shot up his spine, and he grabbed onto her thighs in a small panic. "Hang on, hang on," he begged, grinding his back teeth together. "Give me a second, or I'm going to go off."
Chuckling softly, Zorah scratched her fingers over his scalp, the sensation delicious and distracting. "My poor Alpha," she teased, rolling her hips in a minute, but very noticeable, circle.
"Zorah," Jake warned.
He thwacked his hand on her rounded ass, the sharp crack louder than the blow.
Zorah jumped and, laughing, ground her hips in a deliberate repetition. "How about now?" she said, a slight whine infusing her tone. "I don't want to wait."
Taking firm hold of her thighs, Jake bent forward and licked up the space between her breasts before tracking over to pull a wide, brown nipple into his mouth. A firm suck, deep into his mouth, stopped her complaints. He brought his hand to lift her breast, hefting and plumping it as his tongue lashed at her swollen and sensitive nipple.
Apparently fed up, Zorah began to move, sliding up and down on his dick, the movement rendered smooth and easy and excruciatingly lush by the thick layer of slick pouring from her. Jake pulled himself off her breast with a wet pop, groaning into her skin.
Pleasure barreled, fast and hard, along his veins. Jake looked up, capturing Zorah's eyes as they gave themselves over to the building peak.
"Touch me," she breathed, snagging his right hand and dragging it to her center.
With a growl, Jake sought her clit. The swollen pearl, wet with her fragrant slick, felt firm and needy beneath his thumb. He made tight, gentle circles, delighting in Zorah's shuddering sigh.
Her full lips parted, hot breaths gusting and quickening against his face. "Yes, yes, just like that. Ohgod."
Jake watched her, drunk on the turned-on glow that played across her face. "That feel good? You gonna come for me?"
Zorah made a high-pitched whimper as his own climax gathered at the base of his spine. Jake eyed the spot where he'd sink his teeth and complete their bond. Saliva pooled from his gums.
"Oh god, yes. Yes! Just like that, I'm going to... I'm going to —" Zorah flung her arms around his head and hauled his face to her breast.
Jake was ready, his teeth sinking deep just as the pulsations began deep within her body. Zorah screamed, pleasure and pain mingled, and Jake's jaws closed tighter. The first spurt of blood sprayed across his tongue and ran down his throat. The bitter, coppery taste an accelerant to his release. Without releasing the bite, he grabbed her hips to slam her body deep and hard and fast on his cock. Release geysered up from his sex, seed shot into his Omega's hot and perfect pussy, claiming her body as his own both inside and out.
With a dark curse, he unclenched his teeth to look deep in Zorah's sated eyes. Emotion swam between them, expanding and growing as his knot swelled tight inside her, and the golden tether rooted in his chest threw off light like a newly formed star. It wasn't different from what he'd felt before, it was the same, only stronger and purer in an indescribable way.
"We did it." Zorah smiled, bright and beautiful, and laid her hand over the fresh wound. "It's finished."
Heart full to bursting, Jake cradled her cheek in his palm and looked deep into her eyes. "No, sweetheart, this is just the beginning."
EPILOGUE
5 years later
Jake
The California sun blazed every shade of crimson, magenta, and saffron as it stole over the horizon and tucked itself to bed. The sky darkened and the air cooled, but he made no move to leave. With a smile, Jake set aside the project he'd brought along to work on — a fish carved out of beechwood with a long tail that looped into a complete circle. Made at Zorah's request, it would eventually become a teething toy once he got it sanded to flawless smoothness. It was a joke he'd even brought it to work on. How could he concentrate on whittling when the scene on the water filled him with such perfect contentment?
Toes dug into the silken wet sand, Jake reclined on his palms and watched his mate stretch out and float on wave over wave. Arms spread wide, her naked body lifted and fell as she squinted into the setting sun, her skin glowing in shades of burnished bronze and toasted almond. An insanely erotic sight if he'd ever seen one, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the rounded contours of her enlarged breasts with their darkened nipples or the expanded curve of her belly that swelled above the water, hoisting its precious contents to the sky.
"I like feeling weightless in the water," she'd explained the first time she stripped down to nothing on the beach, "without clothes sticking to me."
"You've turned into quite the free spirit," he'd teased. "Too much time in California."
She'd given him a perplexed, nose-wrinkled look, reminding him, once again, that while they were in the land that had once been the golden state, few remnants of that time or place remained.
