Page 11 of Desperate Decisions

“Let me in, omega.”

Heat rolled through me like a bucket of warm water poured over my head. That voice.

I punched the button to unlock the door and realized with growing horror what my apartment looked like, what I looked like. I hadn’t cleaned thoroughly since getting home and I definitely hadn’t brushed my hair for a couple of days. I launched myself into the bathroom, trying to panic-brush my teeth and get my hair somewhat under control before he made it upstairs.

My pulse galloped in my ears, and my stomach was already clenching, my pussy throbbing as slick began to form just from hearing his voice. The knock on the door kicked my body into high gear and I was half-afraid I was going to faint on the way to the door. I wrenched it open, probably looking like a hot mess in a ratty old tee and lounge pants.

Either he didn’t take the time to look at me or he didn’t care, because a second later he was all over me. My skin vibrated, my heart beating so fast I wanted to scream but instead I jumped, scaling that man like a fucking tree and locking every limb around him while I drowned in that spicy amaretto scent.

He kicked the door shut behind him and spun around to press me up against it. Fucking yes. For the first time in weeks the bond was elated instead of screaming at me nonstop. The heat and pressure of his body was exactly what I’d been craving, and now I actually had a chance of being satisfied.

God, I wanted to crawl inside his fucking skin. I had to settle for dragging his shirt off like a feral little goblin and squeezing my legs around him as he did the same for me. Skin to skin was the fucking best. The only thing that could beef up the endorphins currently racing through my system would be graduating from skin to skin to cock in cunt.

He squeezed me flat as a little pancake against the door and it was like deep pressure therapy that melted my brain while waking up all of my nerves. I rocked desperately against him, zero finesse and all feelings.

“Nest,” I demanded.

His only response to that was to pull my head to the side and get his mouth on my throat, sucking at the scent gland until I was dizzy, delirious with pleasure, my lounge pants starting to stick to me from how much slick they had absorbed.

“Nest.”

With a growl, he turned away from the door and stumbled into the bedroom, dropping me into the mountain of blankets and stepping back just long enough to rip off my loungewear and drop his own pants to the floor. The whine I let out had him practically tripping over himself to climb into the nest. I tilted my hips, legs wrapping around him again and welcoming him into the warmth of my pussy, even as I keened over the stretch to accommodate him. At least my body caught on quickly, loosening up to give him a good glide so his hips could plunder mine.

I couldn’t catch my breath. I was so fucking desperate to have him I dug my nails into his skin and pushed his hips with my heels to give every thrust that extra boost until I was shaking and half sobbing when the orgasm finally swept over me.

The world tilted when he pulled out and flipped me over, lifting my hips to fuck straight back in. He bent over me, getting his teeth on my throat to pin me in place. My eyes rolled back, my fingers grasping desperately at the blankets, trying to keep one foot in consciousness as the sensations overwhelmed me in the best possible way.

Every thrust satisfied all those primal instincts that had been riding my ass for weeks, finally shutting them up until there was only sweet, blissful clarity and unbridled pleasure coursing through me.

I shattered again and this time he tipped over the edge with me, snapping his hips with a low growl before he buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside me.

His weight settled on top of me and I stretched out, letting him squish me, my purr rumbling at the contentment of being in my nest with him.

Eventually, once both our breathing had calmed down, I asked, “Would this be a good time to find out your name?”

He burst into a dark laugh and withdrew to stretch out next to me, gathering me up to lie along the length of his body. “Elio Angelo.”

“I like it.” I purred harder when he tucked me closer. “How did you find me?”

“Memorized your address when I saw your ID.”

“Why did you find me?”

“You haven’t been feeling like shit lately?”

“I mean, I have, but to come all the way from Italy…”

“I live here, in this city. You just live in enemy territory, so we’ve never run into each other.”

I lifted up on my elbows so I could look down at him. “You live here? What do you mean enemy territory?”

He was quiet for a long moment. “How much do you know about the local mafia?”

“Oh, fuck no.” I shot out of the nest before he could grab me. "I am not getting involved with that bullshit. I had enough of it growing up.”

Elio looked at me speculatively. “The Pesci aren’t in the mafia.”

“And thank god for that. My dad is a drug dealer, though, so I am plenty familiar with all the posturing and fuckery that goes on. I don’t want anything to do with that.”

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