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Still thrusting, I leaned down and scraped my teeth over the soft skin between her neck and her shoulder. “This is where I’m going to mark you, princess. When I knot you, I’m going to bite down here.”
Her pussy clenched hard around me. “Will it hurt?”
“Only for a second. But it’s a good hurt. And then I want you to bite me back. I want to feel those tiny teeth in me?—”
Before I could finish, she’d already darted up and bitten my pectoral, hard. I hissed in a breath.
The pain was… wonderful. The kind of hurt that only added to the pleasure. She drew back, a shy smile on her face. I couldn’t wait another second to claim her.
“Relax, baby, open for me,” I demanded, staring in wonder at her blood-stained lips. “Now, come!” She was already spasming beneath me, around me, when I wrapped a hand around my own knot and pushed the slick-soaked beta knot inside her.
Her body closed down around it, as if it were mine, and I only felt a moment of sadness before I leaned over again and bit down carefully, feeling the heat of her blood in my mouth just as my cum began to fill her. My knot swelled up to its full girth under my hand, and I squeezed it as hard as I could, keeping control.
“That was amazing,” she breathed. “Did it…” Our eyes met, and I saw my own concerns and hopes reflected in hers. “Can you feel me?”
“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. “Shhh.”
I closed my eyes, centering myself. I had so many emotions rocking me, it felt like a storm at sea. But were they mine, or hers… or both of ours? I recognized my underlying concerns that what I could give her wouldn’t be enough. I felt a wash of relief, but I wasn’t certain where it came from. Then love, a wave of undeniable love swept through me. That had to be mine, but there was so much of it, I couldn’t tell.
For a moment, I felt insecure, as an alpha and a lover. I hadn’t given her what omegas needed. Hell, I didn’t even know if I’d claimed her. I knew I’d promised her I’d find a way, but without my knot inside her, it might not even be possible.
A peculiar feeling, like champagne bubbles, or indigestion, began inside me. I heard a snort, and my eyes snapped open. Valentine’s gaze was locked on my knot, where my hand was still squeezing.
“What?” I asked.
She burst into giggles. “I’m sorry, it’s just… you were squeezing it like a gas pump. And I could feel your cum still squirting every time you squeezed, and it was just funny.” She bit her lip, trying to look serious. The champagne bubbles filled me up entirely.
“It’s you,” I breathed, holding a hand to my chest, feeling a fierce surge of joy. I had claimed her, and I pressed my lips to the already healing scar on her neck. “That’s you, isn’t it, baby girl?”
“It is.” Tears ran from her face to the sheet below. She reached up with one hand, tracing the lines of my face gently, slowly. “My alpha, I’m yours. I love you.”
Chapter 16
Valentine
For the first time in my entire life, since my earliest memories, I wasn’t afraid. Donovan Heart was my alpha, and I could feel the bedrock-solid foundation of his love shoring me up with every breath, every step, every thought.
I wasn’t alone. I was protected. I was safe.
For four days, we’d made love. He’d done things to my body that I would never have thought I’d like. Every single one of the sex toys had been used, and he’d let me experiment with a few of them on him, too, when I’d asked. He’d kept the plastic knot on almost the whole time, worried he would fall into a rut and hurt me.
But I knew better. We were connected in our souls, and he could feel everything I felt. I wanted to be knotted by him, but I knew better than to press the issue now. We had all the time in the world.
But not really. It was the last week of January, and my heat had more or less broken. We’d video called Dr. Grantham around eight this morning and given her the update. She’d been pleased, but had warned us that it might recur as often as weekly for the first year or two. “Or until you get pregnant,” she said, narrowing her eyes with a smile as I covered the claiming bite on my neck. “That could be soon. And after your first pregnancy, your hormones should reset. Then you’ll have the normal annual heat cycles like all the other omegas.”
We hadn’t told her about the knotting issue or brought up fertility. I wasn’t sure it would be a problem. Donovan was obsessed with filling me with his cum. Every time he pulled out, he would scoop up the cum that ran out of me, and push it back in, muttering about breeding my pussy. And he wouldn’t come in my ass again, or let me swallow. Which kind of sucked. I really did love his flavor.
I needed to remind him whose dick it was, I supposed, throwing my wobbly legs over the side of the well-used nest. I sniffed, picking up more than just sex smells. Something was burning. Toast, maybe.
Naked, I left the nesting room. He’d gone into the kitchen only a few moments before to get some food, but my fingers were itching to cook something a little more complicated. A frittata, maybe. I wandered into the kitchen, and grinned at the picture he made: a Viking wearing only a frilly yellow and white checked apron and socks.
“What are you doing out of your nest, baby?” He had a sad piece of toast in one hand, and was scraping off the burned side into the sink. The eggs on the stove were burning, too, so I quickly slid the pan away from the burner.
“Saving our breakfast, it looks like,” I teased. “Let me?”
“You don’t have to—” he began, but stopped when I stuck out my lower lip.
“Please, Donovan? You know I love to cook.”
