And leaning into the naughty feelings just made it all so much better.
Jet found the tight bud of nerves at my tip, sucking it into his mouth—hard and slow. His fangs teased me, and when I was nearly crashing over that edge, he dragged his tongue over each sensitive area in a maddening sequence, circling around my clit, then probing into my entrance, gliding further still and exploring deliciously naughty depths.
Looking over my shoulder, I watched him sit back on his heels, his lips coated with my arousal. “You like that, little Omega? Would you like me to rut you? Finally give that aching pussy what it needs?”
A deep, desperate moan escaped me. “Yes. Oh, Gods, yes, please, Jet.”
His grin was pure lust—devilish and sinful. I melted, our vibrant mate bond swelling to new heights.
Jet slid himself into me in one powerful, purposeful thrust. He bottomed out inside me, and I came, stars appearing behind my closed eyes. His rocking hips continued, fucking me slowly but intensely. He reached the depths of my passage with every incredible move forward, circling his hips so that the head of his cock stimulated all my hungry nerves.
It wasn’t long before Jet’s grip on my hips doubled down, and I felt his thick erection get even harder as it filled me up. I was a mess of overwhelming sensations, my pussy clamping down around him as he reached so damn deep.
Stilling for just a moment, Jet leaned forward, shoving himself in as far as possible and making me yelp softly.
“Do you want me to fill your wet pussy, mate?” he growled low, possessive and raw as his dick stretched me. “Would you like that? Such a needy little thing, milking my cock until I coat you with my seed?”
Our scents flared as Jet’s words took hold of me, and I dropped down to my shoulders, angling my hips even higher for him.
“Please,” I whined.
“Anything for you, little Omega.”
Jet thrust—hard. And in two firm strokes, he absolutely destroyed me. I came again in a shattering wave, and Jet wasn’t far behind. Roaring out into the room as his shaft pulsed against my walls. Incredible warmth filled me as he emptied himself into my clutching womb. It locked around him, drawing out every drop of his delicious spend.
“Oh, fuck yes, precious. You’re perfection.”
When the rhythmic pulses slowly stopped, I was warmed through from my bones to my very soul. Slippery between my thighs, I drank in how good it felt to be full of my mate’s seed, good and bred for him.
We came down together, maneuvering onto our sides in the large bed as Jet kept himself warm inside me. Exhaustion settled over me like a heavy blanket, and my eyes flickered shut. Before long, Jet yanked the blanket free and draped it across us.
“Dream, mate. I’ll be by your side.”
I hummed gently, scooting myself tighter against his chest. “Always?”
“Always.”
***
Blood. So much blood. It was everywhere, the dead faces of my new packmates—my family—scattered across the ground. Their skin was ghostly pale, dirt and dead leaves piled near their faces. Frigid air stole the breath from my lungs, and I fell to my knees, sobbing.
Terrance.
The terrible alpha stood covered in gore in the middle of the carnage, laughing as he held my Jet in his terrible blood-stained grip. I called out, but no sound escaped as I pleaded for mercy.
Just that horrible laugh echoing around me.
He took Jet’s hair in one hand and his shoulder in the other. Suddenly, Jet was shifted; his body was now his wolf’s—white and beautiful.
Terrance tore. He tore and tore until the halves were separate, and I could do nothing but scream without sound.
I shot up in bed, gasping for air. It was dark and warm. Frantically looking around, reality slowly solidified, and I remembered where I was. Lying next to Jet in our bed. Our bed.
The gentle quiet filled in around me, and I focused on the sound of the rushing wind outside, allowing it to pull me back into my skin. I was safe, Jet was safe, and the baby…
Looking down, I put a hand over my belly. That subtle warmth, the undeniable presence of something else, was still there.
The baby was safe.