Page 34 of Alpha's Second Chance

He stood behind me, caressing my backside. He parted my folds with one hand while he rubbed his erection against me. “I had you from behind during your heat. But I didn’t get the chance to really slow down and enjoy the sight,” he said. “Push your knees apart. Spread your legs.”

I hesitated. What must I look like? I didn’t look like other omegas. Sure, we’d done this during my heat, but I didn’t have clear memories of it. And sex during a heat was different. Heat sex was lust-fueled and somewhat mindless. This was careful, deliberate, and planned.

I was confident in myself, and at peace with my non-omega like body, but putting it on display like this was another thing altogether.

“Eve? Is something wrong?” Owen asked.

I was not going to whine about my curvy backside to Owen after he’d almost been killed by the shifter who was stalking me. No way. “No, I’m fine.”

“If you want to stop, we stop. But if you’re just feeling shy, then let me assure you that I want you more than words can express.” Owen kissed my shoulder blade, then my spine. “I don’t know if you care what I think, but in case you do, you are the hottest, sexiest, most stunning female I’ve ever seen.” He crawled up to breathe the words against my neck. “And seeing you like this makes me want to explode.”

After a speech like that, no fucking way did I want to stop. If he said he liked looking, then I’d take his word for it. I was turned on now, a heated fire coursing its way through my body, concentrated between my legs, where the arousal made me ache for Owen. “I want you too, Owen. Don’t stop.” I was grateful to hear him open a packet. Owen would be a great dad, but I wasn’t ready for that.

“Alpha. Please.” It felt good to call him Alpha, and I wanted him more than any words could say. I needed him to fill me up. Maybe one day soon I’d be able to say the graphic words out loud to him, when I wasn’t in the throes of a heat. If we stayed together and became mated, we’d have this every day. Not just the sex, although it was incredible. But we’d have the closeness, and the companionship. I hadn’t known what I was missing.

But now that I’d had a taste of Owen in my life, I didn’t want to go back to living without him.

Owen’s chest rumbled with growl of pleasure. “I love it when you call me Alpha. I wish you could see this. Next time we’re getting a mirror,” he said, voice gritty as he pushed into me.

“Owen!” I cried out in shock at the suggestion. A mirror? Six months ago, I’d never have agreed to seeing myself exposed like this. But with Owen, I was intrigued, and I might just get there one day. I arched my back, vaguely recalling him saying he liked that during my heat.

Folded over on my knees, with my head down and my bottom up, I’d never felt more like an omega.

It was a position I’d never thought I’d accept, yet during my heat, I craved it. Now that I was aware enough to consider it, I savored the feeling of Owen behind me, and inside me.

It was no secret that this was the position shifter mates used during their first time, and when they wanted to conceive. I wasn’t sure if Owen chose this on purpose, or if instinct was driving him. It didn’t matter whether he chose it or not, because how he felt was clear.

I had to let him know I was ready to accept him as a mate, though this wasn’t the right time. This moment was for expressing the raw, primal connection between us. I had to tell him soon; I didn’t want to wait another day to let him know I wanted him -- not just as a human boyfriend, but as a permanent partner, one that was loyal for life.

I had to tell him I wanted him as my mate.

Owen

Last night, I thought I was going to die. And for a moment, I’d been terrified I’d lost Eve.

But now, we were together in my bed. I’d told her to bend forward on the bed and get on her knees, and to my surprise, she’d done as I asked.

She’d laid her naked body out for me, with her backside presented for me. As I pushed my hardness into her entrance, her curvy cheeks parted for me. She opened herself to, physically and otherwise.

I thrust into her, relishing the sight of her upturned bottom. I drove into her, over and over, until the need to see her beautiful face overcame me. As hot as her round ass made me, I wanted to see her eyes, her mouth, her full lips.

I rubbed my hand down her back. “Sweetheart. Turn over.”

I pulled out and helped her turn to her back. In front of me, she lay with her legs spread. Her scent soaked into my flannel sheets. No matter how much they were washed, they’d always smell of honey and spruce to me.

My bear’s satisfaction strummed through my chest. When she’d called me Alpha, my bear had nearly erupted with happiness.

“Your bottom was the perfect height.” I knelt on the floor and tugged her to the edge of the bed. “But now so is your pussy,” I said.

She flushed all over at my words. “I tasted you during your heat. But I need more.” I ducked down to lick her sweet honeyed folds. I held tight to one of her ankles while she thrashed. I pushed two fingers into her drenched sex. I licked and sucked at her clit, unable to get enough.

“Owen! I’m close!” she yelled.

All these years, I’d gone without her. I would do anything to make this work between us. “Don’t fight it.”

When I’d woken up outside and hadn’t seen Eve, I thought my life was over.

If Eve and I lived together, we’d have this every day. Not just sex, but love. Time together. I’d asked her to mate with me. She’d lived among humans for ten years, so marriage might mean something to her too, so we would get married if she wanted. If she accepted, we could have both a human wedding in Denver, and a shifter mating ceremony in Avon.

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