Page 195 of Finding the Forward: Part One
Fuck. I needed Jonas–or AJ. But I wasn’t about to leave Grif. Jonas’ phone was in his locker—as was mine.
Grif was completely in his head. He was clammy, eyes glassy, scent rotten. This was an omega trauma response. An enormous one.
How had this happened?
Later. Right now, I needed to take care of him. He was the most important person to me in the entire universe.
Things inside himhadbeen waking.Still, we shouldn’t get all the way to a spiral just from her wanting to wait to bite him.
A spiral was the opposite of a heat spike. It was where omega hormones dropped to dangerously low levels. After Beau outed me, I’d spiraled so badly that I ended up in the hospital.
“I feel like that, too. I want her so bad. However, I understand her wanting to wait. It has nothing to do with us, I promise.” I nuzzled his neck, then bit down gently at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, trying to figure out how best to soothe him.
The first thing I needed to do was make him feel safe–and loved.
“Oh, yes, right there,” Grif sighed. “Please, bite me harder, Jellybean. I’m so tired of waiting.”
“Me, too.” It was a reckless statement. All the pheromones and scents he was putting out confused me.
I bit down again. Firmer this time.
“Wedon’t have to wait.” He moaned and my cock sprang to attention.
No. We don’t.It would be so easy to break the skin and mark him, bond him, make him mine. That would fix things a little. My husband, my gumdrop, was my world. I’d wanted to bond with him for so long–and for him to bond me back.
Omega-omega bonds were more nuanced and intense than an alpha-omega bond. It was part of the reason why for so long we were told that omegas were too territorial for alphas to have more than one of us. It was just jealousy at how easy and pure our love could be for each other.
“Oh, yes, harder. Fuck, I love you, Jellybean.” His scent hit me in the face, mixing with mine in a potent cocktail of need and longing, no longer rotten but still bitter.
Still not quite omega, but stronger than usual.
Even though I should get him out of here, all I wanted was to suck his cock and bite him, then let him bite me as we fucked.
“I love you, Gumdrop. You’re my everything.” I straddled him, and kissed him like I was starving, something primal riding me.
Him. I wanted him. All of him. This was the one man I shouldn’t have to wait on.
Grif pulled me to him, claiming my mouth, his beard scratching my face in all the right ways.
My hand fumbled with his sweats and briefs. “You’re right. They might have to wait, but we don’t. I’ll bite you if you bite me.”
Springing his hard cock from his prison, I lowered my lips and licked the top of his cock, which dripped with pre-cum, sweeter than usual.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned. “That’s it. You’re always exactly what I need.”
I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it with abandon, trying to show him how safe he was with me, how loved he was with me.
That no matter what happened, he had me.
A moan escaped his lips. “That’s it, Jellybean. You suck me so good. I’m going to come.”
He came down my throat in a burst of salty sweetness. I sunk my teeth into his cock until a metallic taste filled my mouth, claiming him with my heart, my soul. Little flickers of him filled me up as the bond came to life, uniting us. His pleasure. His love.
It was always you.
Always.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
