Page 148 of Unhinged
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
GEARS
Gidge slept most of the night, but she's awake now, and after fixing and rearranging the nest with her pillows, blankets, and treasures, she’s ready for more.
"Omega," I groan.
"Fuck me," she hisses.
I hesitate, not because I don't want her or want to sink deep inside of her, but because this will be our first time, and I hate that it's when she's in a heat-induced state.
Her scent is intoxicating, and all I can think about is sinking deep inside her heat-soaked pussy. But something in the back of my mind hesitates. This should be special, shouldn't it?
But then Arrow’s voice cuts through the haze. “You can make a new first when she's more with it, brother. Give her what she wants.”
His words are a lifeline; a reminder that this isn't just about me or my hesitation. It’s about Gidge: the woman who’s been through hell and back, who deserves to feel pleasure without fear or pain.
I take a deep breath and nod, steeling myself for what's about to happen. This is what she needs right now, and I'm going to give it to her. I sit up, gently moving her so she's laying flat on the pad, and then I kiss my way down her body—starting with her swollen breasts, teasing each nipple with my tongue before moving lower. She moans in pleasure as I lick down her stomach, tracing patterns with my tongue until I reach her slick folds.
Her scent hits me like a ton of bricks, musky and sweet at the same time. I growl in approval as I part her lips with my fingers, exposing her swollen clit for my tongue. Gently, I lap at her nub, circling it before sucking it between my teeth lightly. Her hips buck against me as she cries out in ecstasy. Fuck, it feels so good to finally taste her like this—to know that she's mine and mine alone. Well, ours, but you get the picture.
"Oh fuck!" she moans as I slide two fingers into her, the sheer slickness of her heat catching me off guard. She’s so damn soft, so responsive—every gasp of hers fueling the growl in my throat. I suck on her clit harder, moving in time with the tight grip of her body.
Her hands grip my hair as I tease her folds with my tongue, swirling around her clit before plunging deeper into her heat. She gasps, arching her back off the mattress, and I can’t help but smile against her skin. This is what we’ve wanted; what we’ve fought for.
“Alpha,” she moans, and it’s like music to my ears. It pulls at every instinct in me to claim her fully, to mark her as mine in every way possible.
That word on her lips wrecks me.
I don’t even get a chance to answer before she’s coming apart beneath me. Her whole body arches, trembling, thighs clenching tight around my head. Her pussy pulses, dripping down my chin as she cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets. I keep my mouthlocked to her clit, flicking and sucking as the wave crashes through her.
“Ohhhh!” she gasps again, and fuck, I’ve never heard anything so beautiful.
I finally pull back, my face soaked in her, and press kisses along the inside of her thighs while she tries to catch her breath. She looks ruined in the best way; lips parted, chest rising and falling in frantic little jerks, eyes glazed and wild.
“I want more,” she whispers, breathless.
I rise over her, bracing myself above her small, trembling frame. Her legs part instinctively, hips rising in offering, and I catch the way her body trembles—slick glistening at her center like nectar, waiting for me. The tip of my cock slides through it, just once, and I nearly lose it right there.
“You sure, Omega?” I manage.
She looks up at me, pupils blown wide, her mouth kiss-swollen. “Ineedyou inside me. Knot me, Alpha. Please—need to be full.”
That breaks me.
My omega isn’t afraid. She isn’t uncertain. She’s burning and wet and ready.Her body calls to mine instinctively, the kind of connection that doesn’t come with logic or ceremony—it comes with soul-deep claiming.
I line myself up and press in, slowly at first, letting her take every thick inch. Her mouth drops open in a silent cry as I stretch her around me, her walls fluttering in welcome. I groan, feeling her warmth, her tightness, the heat of her wrapped around me like she was made for this. For me.
“Fuck, Gidge, you feel—” I can’t even finish.
She locks her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper, her hands clawing at my back, and I let go. I start to move, thrusting slowly at first, grinding my pelvis against her clit each time Ibottom out. She sobs beneath me, her nails dragging down my skin as pleasure tears through her again.
She moans, “Don’t stop. Knot me—please. I want it.”
“Mine,” I growl, losing myself in the rhythm, in the wet slap of skin against skin, in the way she clings to me.
Her slick makes it so fucking easy to move, every stroke sliding home with perfect, aching friction. I dip my head to kiss her, open-mouthed and deep, our teeth clashing in desperate hunger.
