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Tears stung my eyes, and I blinked them back, a lump forming in my throat. "I believe you," I whispered. "I believe in us."
Kieran leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a tender, searing kiss that left my entire body yearning for more. As I melted into his embrace, I tried to keep my panic at bay.
Chapter Four
Kieran's kiss was a searing brand, a primal claim that ignited every nerve ending in my body. I melted into him, my senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of his pheromones—leather, cinnamon, and a musky undertone of clove… and mine… that was uniquely him. His hands roamed my body with a possessive hunger, tracing the lines of my muscles, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched.
"Preacher," he growled against my lips, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest, stirring something primal within me. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you."
I gasped as his teeth nipped at my lower lip, the sting of pain mingling with the pleasure that coursed through my veins. "Kieran," I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more of his touch, his scent, his everything.
He growled in response, a sound that was pure alpha, pure possessive need. His hands found the hem of my shirt, and he slowly peeled it off, his eyes roving over my bare chest with a hunger that made my cock throb. I kicked off my shoes and shimmied out of my pants, my body aching with anticipation, my omega instincts screaming for his claim.
Kieran's gaze darkened as he took in the sight of me, naked and exposed, my cock hard and leaking precum. He reached out, his calloused fingers wrapping around my length, stroking me with a firm, confident grip. I moaned, my hips bucking into his touch, seeking more, needing more. The sensation was almost too much, my body on fire with need, my slick coating my thighs, a testament to my arousal and my readiness for him.
"Patience, preacher," he chuckled, his thumb circling the sensitive head of my cock, spreading the precum that beaded atthe tip. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."
I whimpered, my body trembling with need as he continued to stroke me, his other hand roaming over my chest, pinching my nipples, teasing my skin. I could feel the slick gathering between my legs, coating my thighs, a wet, sticky mess that I had never experienced before. Making slick in the past had been embarrassing but it had never leaked down my legs, it was embarrassing, yet somehow exhilarating, a physical manifestation of my omega nature that I had always kept hidden showing its full colors around this alpha. My alpha.
Yessssss.
Kieran leaned down, his lips capturing one of my nipples, sucking and nipping until I was a writhing mess beneath him. He trailed kisses down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel, making me squirm. When he reached the top of my thighs, he looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with mischief and lust.
"Ready for me, preacher?" he asked, his voice a low purr that vibrated through my entire being, sending shivers down my spine.
I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body aching with a need that was almost painful. "Yes, please, Kieran. I need you inside me."
He smirked, his fingers trailing up my inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin, dipping into the slick that coated me. "As you wish, my omega."
With a deft movement, he flipped me onto my stomach, his strong hands gripping my hips and pulling me up onto my knees. I gasped, my forehead pressing against the soft cushion of thecouch as I presented myself to him, my ass exposed and ready, my hole clenching with anticipation.
Kieran's hands roamed over my backside, squeezing and kneading my flesh with a possessive grip. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the curve of my neck, marking me with his scent. I moaned, my body arching into his touch, begging for more, aching for his knot, for the fulfillment that only he could provide.
"Mine," he growled, his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of fulfillment. "You're mine, preacher. Forever."
I cried out as he pushed into me, his thick length stretching me, filling me completely. The sensation was intense, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that left me breathless and wanting more. Kieran began to move, his hips thrusting against mine in a rhythm that was primal and perfect, each stroke rubbing against my prostate, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
"Kieran," I moaned, my hands fisting the cushion beneath me as I met his thrusts, our bodies moving in sync, my slick gushing from me with each powerful stroke. "Oh god, Kieran, you feel so good. I need more. I need your knot."
He growled in response, his pace increasing, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with each powerful stroke. I could feel my orgasm building, a coil of tension in my belly that was ready to snap, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Come for me, preacher," Kieran commanded, his voice laced with alpha power, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place for his claiming. "Let me feel you fall apart around me."
And I did. With a cry that was half pleasure, half desperation, I came undone, my body convulsing around his cock, my slick gushing from me in waves, coating his length, marking him as mine. Kieran groaned, his own release following close behind,his hot seed filling me, marking me from the inside out, mixing with my slick, a primal claiming that left us both breathless and sated.
We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling with the aftermath of our passion. Kieran pulled me into his arms, holding me close as we caught our breath, our hearts beating in perfect sync. What the fuck had just happened?
The aftermath was a storm I hadn’t braced for.
I lay there, trembling in Kieran’s arms, every nerve frayed and sparking with the aftershocks of what we’d just done. My body—no, myomega—was still humming, branded by every inch of his touch. But beneath the intoxicating warmth of him, a raw, gnawing panic bloomed deep inside me.
What the hell had I just done?
Sex with a man. With analpha. My very first time—and it hadn’t been careful or tentative. It had beenclaiming. Ferocious. Addictive. And I’d met it with wide-open legs and an aching need I didn’t even know I had. The realization sucker-punched me, sent my thoughts into a tailspin I couldn’t slow down.
My omega instincts had taken over, dragging me under with no room for reason or restraint. And now, lying there in the glow of what we’d unleashed, I couldn’t tell if I was more terrified of what had happened—or how badly I wanted it again.
Kieran’s arms were wrapped tightly around me, grounding me, caging me—safe, buttoosafe. His scent clung to my skin, settling in my lungs like a drug. I wanted to melt into him. I wanted to scream and run. My body betrayed every thought, aching for his knot, craving him deeper, fuller, again. Still.
