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Rook's fingers stroke down my sides, every caress erasing the pain of the cramps and replacing it with a pleasure so pure that I can't tell where the last of the hurt fades and the need begins. The complete, all-consuming need for him as he touches me, making my skin tingle.
He kisses me with dizzying need, his lips trailing over my jawline and down my neck, making me shiver. He worships my curves with his hands. When he moves lower, pressing his mouth to my nipple, I cry out. My fingers tangle in his hair to keep him there, to keep him close.
By the time he positions himself between my thighs, I'm writhing beneath him, the pre-heat cramps now completely overtaken by the heat pooling low in my belly. It's too much and not enough, and I need more. I need him. Every part of him.
"Look at me," he says, his voice rough with a longing that resonates deep within me. My eyes flutter open to meet his warm gaze.
He’s everything I want, everything I never thought I could have, and the realization is dizzying.
"I love you, Storm," he says, and the words are a vow, and binding as any bond could ever be. Each syllable makes my heart swell, makes my body arch to meet his.
"I love you, Rook," I reply, my voice breaking as he pushes inside me in one slow, careful thrust. It feels like coming home.
My body is on fire, my senses overwhelmed by the exquisite feeling of him filling me completely. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him even closer, needing every inch of him, needing to be as close as possible. He captures my mouth with his, our moans mingling as he starts to move. I lose myself in the rhythm of it, the slow and steady build of pleasure as he thrusts into me.
"Mine," he growls against my lips, my breath hitching as he hits deeper with every stroke. I’ve never seen his alpha so close to the surface.
His hips snap forward, his control finally faltering, and I cling to him, my hands splayed across the hard planes of his back as I give myself over to the sensation. All thoughts of preparation and nesting fly from my mind. There is only this—the two of us tangled together, our bodies and souls perfectly in sync.
Every movement, every kiss, drawing me toward a breaking point that promises to be nothing short of shattering.
"I need you," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my vision blurs with pleasure. "I need your knot, Rook. Now."
He growls, his body shuddering against mine, and I can tell he's close, so close. He pulls back, bracing himself on his arms to watch me as he moves harder, faster, driving me to the brink. My heart stutters at the look in his eyes, the mix of love and want and desperation.
"Come for me, Storm," he rasps, holding my gaze. "I want to feel you come around me."
I can’t hold back any longer, not with him buried so deep, not with the heat of his knot already starting to swell. The pleasure crests like a tidal wave, and I throw my head back, crying his name as he tips me over the edge and sends me crashing into bliss.
"I love you," he chokes out, burying his face in my neck as my body clenches around him. His hips jerk erratically, and then I feel his knot press into me. I gasp at the pressure locking us together.
He follows me a moment later, pushed over the edge by my body's tight grip around his knot. I feel him throbbing inside me and I cling to him desperately, my nails trailing down his back.
I am still trembling when he collapses against me, both of us slick with sweat and breathing hard. His knot keeps us locked tight, and I wouldn't have it any other way. The rumble begins deep in his chest, a purr that vibrates against my skin, sending aftershocks of pleasure through my already oversensitive body.
I gently stroke his hair, his purr intensifying beneath my fingertips. The sound surrounds us like a lullaby, soothing and perfect. I want this forever.
This is where I belong. This is home.
Chapter32
Storm
The pile of soft blankets grows higher as Jonathan sets down another armful. The fluffy fabrics in various shades of blue and gray that somehow remind me of the stormy sky outside. I run my fingers over them, feeling their plushness, the way they yield to my touch.
This new room Jonathan gave me yesterday is perfect for nesting—darker than my previous one, with heavy curtains that block out most of the sunlight when drawn. The walls are painted a deep, soothing blue, and the space feels cozy, enclosed, secure. When he first showed it to me, explaining that he thought I might prefer it for my upcoming heat, I nearly cried at his thoughtfulness. How far we've come from the cold alpha at the Omega House.
"These are amazing," I murmur, burying my face in one particularly soft throw. It smells faintly of Jonathan's cedar and black pepper, and I inhale deeply, finding comfort in his scent.
"There's more coming tomorrow," he says, watching me with those intense green eyes. Despite being in the mountains, away from the city and all its formalities, he's still wearing a perfectly tailored suit—charcoal gray today, with a crisp white shirt but no tie. Jonathan without a suit would be like me without my attitude. It just wouldn't seem right.
"I've ordered everything I could think of—pillows, more blankets, cushions. Even some of those fairy lights Fox has in his nest."
My heart swells at his thoughtfulness, at how seriously he's taking this. Since Rook alerted him to my pre-heat symptoms yesterday, Jonathan has been on a mission to ensure I have everything I need to build a proper nest. It's a side of him I never would have imagined back in the Omega House.
"This is perfect," I tell him, already feeling the urge to arrange the blankets, to create a safe, enclosed space where I can ride out my heat. "Though I have to say, seeing you play delivery boy is a whole new look for you. Do you offer same-day shipping for all your omega customers, or am I getting special treatment?"
A rare smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Only for the ones who threatened to burn down my entire life."
