Page 13 of Met Your Mate

Like Ronan said, he's here now, so I can relax. Never did I think I would have a proper heat, and I certainly didn't think I would ever have one with my mates. But my alpha said he chooses me. He wants me, not just my omega.

Giving him my consent to anything that is about to happen was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

I knew he meant every word and would have done his best to stay away from me had I begged and pleaded not to be touched. For the first time in years, I was given a choice. Ronan would have fought his designation with everything he had; I just had to say the words. Except, I would never choose to put my mate in a position of suffering, and suppressing his instincts to help his mate through her heat would have been excruciating and damaging.

I've had years of being forced to suppress my more animalistic side that should just be second nature to me and look how that turned out. Half of me is a completely different fucking entity, and if that doesn't scream fucked up, then I don't know what does.

I may be the reason my mate just got pummeled in front of me and is stuck in this place, most likely with my other three guys, but I'll do everything in my power to make this as painless as possible.

Step one in shielding my alpha from further harm is to allow the one thing I have been dying to have for too long: be cared for.

Step two is letting go and to just... feel.

So as my tummy twists and my pussy clenches with need, I allow my eyes to flutter and my omega to fall into the arms of her alpha.

I murmur my apologies as all final cognizant thoughts fade away, because as much as I crave everything he is, this isn't what we deserve our first time to be. Our bonding should have been special and uniquely us, but I can't ignore the fever and drugs running through my veins.

Alpha has me now.

"Alpha," I whimper, pressing my lips to his. He lets me sip from his mouth like I'm truly drinking his whiskey essence.

His rumble of appreciation intensifies my cramps, making me keen and press my weight into him. The urge to run my fingers through his black hair has my arms lifting only for the clank and tug of my chains to keep me from him.

Fire licks up my spine and every inch of my skin burns. I tear away from my alpha, snarling at the restraints on my wrists and ankles. How dare they keep me from my alpha!

"Shh, my omega," my mate purrs, running a soothing finger down my cheek.

How could he be okay with freezing metal shackles on his mate?! I snap my teeth at him, only for my rage to cool into a cozy satisfaction when his eyes flare with lust and dominance.

Alpha tsks. "Don't you want to be my good omega?"

The pinkish haze coating my eyesight dims as my eyes narrow at my alpha’s challenge. Cool air hits my bared teeth, making my canines ache to sink into his throat, marking him as mine and showing him just how good I can be.

Dark stubble quirks with my alpha's lips, making slick drip onto the tile beneath us. "Mmm, of course you don't. You wanna be my fierce omega?"

A soft rumble stirs beneath my breastbone. Yes, I'm a fierce omega.

"Will you let me worship you, my mate?" Ronan's voice is getting deeper, like a constant growl is stuck in his throat. Like he's holding back from me.

Except, I don't want him to hold back. All my mates have been depriving me for years. No longer.

"Mine!" I snarl, slamming my lips to his and loving the way he grunts when our teeth clank together.

Gripping as much of his shirt as I can, I tug us backwards so he's on top of me. Surrounding me. Delicious, sweet toffee and bitter whiskey cocoon me until all I know is the feel of my alpha's weight on me.

The bubbling frustration of being attached to the wall slowly dissipates, especially as his solid cock grinds into my exposed, aching clit.

"More," I manage to gasp out between tongue fucking each other.

Alpha hums, peeling his sweaty shirt over his head and tucking it beneath my head. I preen until he smirks and teases, "More what, little omega?"

"No teasing!" I hiss, tugging on his waistband, both of us ignoring the clanking of the chains as I move. Determined to make my alpha lose his mind, I lick and nip across his pecs until his throaty chuckles turn into moans.

I latch my teeth around his collarbone. "Naughty omega!" he grunts, but pushes a little more against my canines.

I grin around the abused flesh and dig my toes into his waistband. "Off," I complain, trying to bite back my whimper of annoyance that I can't do it myself.

My mate opens his mouth, but I catch the twinkle in his eye and snuff it out with a twist to his nipple before he can tease me again.

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