Page 49 of Wicked

In the pits I always fucked the omegas with their ass in the air. Eye contact wasn’t something either of us wanted. Now, right here, I gently roll Candlewick onto his back because this is nothing like the pits.

Candlewick was right. I was drugged past the point of consent. I’ve never been more certain of that now, when I clearly have a choice.

Everything Candlewick said about sex was true. This moment with him is far more special because of the sex I had before, not in spite of it. I remember how difficult it was to learn how to please omegas in the pits. I watched the other alphas, and then I improvised. I made a lot of mistakes in the beginning, and it took time to figure out what my partners liked.

I’m grateful I figured that out before I met Candlewick. Making him come until he passed out is something I’ll remember fondly for the rest of my life. I want to give him my best self—my experienced self. Not the trial and error mishaps I dealt with in the pits.

He opens his eyes as I climb on top of him. I push his knees up and he holds them there for me because he’s experienced too. That makes this so much better. He isn’t some innocent guy who’s easy to impress or unaware of himself sexuality. Candlewick is cognizant of everything we’re doing together, and that makes his consent easier to be sure of.

After what happened in the pits, that’s a relief.

I line myself up, and again feel grateful for the necklace around my neck. This is so much easier with my anxiety gone. I push myself into his hot, wet heat, and he takes in a sharp breath as I thrust inside him in one stroke.

I’m shocked by how perfectly we fit. Not just our bodies, but our souls as he stares into my eyes and sees me—truly sees me. I stay perfectly still. Not because he needs to adjust physically, but because this is so intense emotionally. I’ve never connected with another person like this. I didn’t even think it was possible.

It’s Candlewick who moves first. He rocks his hips, ready for the next step, like always. He’s the brave one in our relationship, the trailblazer. I will spend the rest of my life trying to catch up to him, and I don’t know if I ever will. He’s a leader, and I’m proud that he’s my omega.

I move with him, eager to finally follow the path he’s blazed for us. Our bodies meet and a desperation that feels so different from the drugs I took in the pits takes hold. This yearning isn’t just from my body, but something deeper than that. I thrust into Candlewick again and again, bringing us both higher. He’s clawing at my back, screaming my name, and I’m fucking him with abandon—showing him that every time I pull out I’ll return home again. I’m done leaving. I’m done with uncertainty. While I wear this happiness necklace, Candlewick is the one I want.

Strangely, my need to connect to my religion or whatever beliefs were keeping us apart doesn’t feel compelling when I’m happy. It just feels like the wrong path.

My knot begins to swell and Candlewick clamps down on it, his chest arching as he comes again. And this time I barrel over the edge with him, biting down on his scent gland, even though my teeth are fake. I sob into the crook of his neck, my need to claim him so powerful, it overrides the happiness spell for a split second. But only for a second. I feel happy again when I know I shouldn’t, so I rip the necklace off because I need to feel this loss with Candlewick.

It’s important that we both understand on an intellectual and emotional level what needs to come next.

Candlewick clutches me to him, our bodies tied in the most intimate of ways.

“You said there was a warlock?”

“Maybe,” I admit. “But we need to buy Ken some more time to set it up.”

“How?”

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Candlewick

Apparently, Manny thinks it’s a good idea for me to be transported by dragon during my heat. If his knot didn’t feel so damn good, I’d want to scream.

But I feel very content right now, thank you very much, and I have no intention of letting his ridiculous ideas ruin my mood.

“Can’t I just ride to the sanctuary in a car or something?” I ask.

“Well… yes. But it’s a thirty-minute drive. That’s a long time for an omega in heat to be in transit. It will cause you distress.”

“And riding a dragon won’t?”

“It would only be ten minutes—”

“Can I use the Xanax necklace while you move me? That will help, right?”

He stares at me with a blank expression that implies this didn’t occur to him before. I guess the omega in heat is the brains of this operation.

“You are lucky that your knot is amazing or I would be annoyed with you,” I say.

He smiles, and even though the necklace is off, his eyes still twinkle.

Damn, that does it for me. There is nothing like seeing Manny truly happy.

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