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Our lips meet as we come down from our orgasmic high. Softer kisses. Butterfly wings carrying promises that this is only the beginning of the next chapter in our lives together.
Her body sags against mine, exhaustion stealing her strength. I lift her against me, careful not to let my knot pull toohard where it is still lodged inside her. Carrying us to the couch, I stretch across the soft cushions and hold her against me.
Sleep finds me easily with my mate in my arms. A restful, peaceful thing. The best night’s sleep I’ve had in years.
CHAPTER 29
An obsessive energyflows under my skin as I watch Creed and Lex leave. My mind keeps circling back to the moment Bea opened her door to greet me, eyes lighting up with curiosity when she saw the package. The way they morphed to horror and the pained sound that escaped her when she saw its contents haunts me.
When she collapsed to her knees, lost to the horrific memories the pictures inside conjured, a small ember lit inside of me. It’s grown, becoming a persistent ache in my soul that pulses in time with each beat of my Omega’s heart. Sound is muted. My body tunes only to the rise and fall of Bea’s chest, the soft sniffles that occasionally escape her.
Running my palm up her back, I settle her with my touch and my purr, fighting back the need to fight, to fuck, to claim my mate. Before someone can try to hurt her or steal her from me.
As soon as the lock clicks into place, the agents carry away the last of the evidence and promise there isn’t anyone lingering nearby, a haze fogs my mind. “Fuck,” I groan, shaking my head to clear it, but it doesn’t work.
Warm hands grip my cheeks, pulling me down until our foreheads rest against each other, breaths mingling with each soft exhale. “What’s wrong, Alpha?”
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my skull hearing her call me that. The instincts I’ve been fighting pull so taut, it is physically painful to hold myself back. She scoots closer, her body pressing against mine. Feeling my Omega so close, undeniable urgency has my teeth aching and my cock hard in my sweats.
“Bite.” I’m speaking in monosyllables, unable to force more words through my clenched teeth.
Bea softens, eyes growing heavy-lidded as my scent billows into the air, soaking everything in my desire. “I’m yours, Orion. If you’re sure you are ready…” Her words trail off, teeth digging into her bottom lip as a moment of insecurity washes over her.
It’s that brief slash of self-doubt that makes me snap. Spinning her around, her upper body presses against the top of the island. I have her clothes ripped from her body and my face buried between her thighs in an instant. Sweet, honeyed pineapple and coconut flood my mouth as I push my tongue deep into her core, lapping up her slick like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. My hand presses into her thigh, pushing one leg up to perch on the edge of the counter, opening her to me.
“Fates, yes,” she moans, hand reaching back to pull at my hair. I ignore the bite of pain and lick along the outside of her lips, soaking up every bit of slick that has soaked her skin.Darting my tongue around her clit, I press two fingers into her core, fucking her slowly with them.
Small pulses of her walls grow more insistent as I push her toward release. I need it, need to feel her fall apart and flood my mouth, drenching me in her essence before I fill her sweet pussy with my cock and knot.
“Come, Omega,” I command, the barest edge of a bark laced in the words. My voice is deeper than usual, gravelly with the thick desire and my impending rut.
Bea listens, shattering around my tongue and fingers. I groan against her skin, drinking her slick as it floods out of her. Fates, this is heavenly. She collapses, chest heaving and body shaking with tiny aftershocks as I push to my feet. Kicking my pants aside, I steady her with a palm on her lower back. The tip of my cock bumps against her, gliding through the wetness, up to her clit. I pull back, lining myself up and slamming inside with one harsh thrust.
Feeling her warmth clamp down on me, what little sanity I have left disappears. The haze descends, and I am lost to my instincts.
BEA
Orion enters me, hips slamming against mine and sending my body crashing against the counter. It isn’t the most comfortable position, but with each drag of his cock, I care less and less. Fates, he feels amazing. Thrusting into me with a ferocity I’m not used to. My dirty-mouthed, tattooed Alpha likes to toy with me, draw out my pleasure until I’m mindless with the need to be knotted.
This unrestrained version of him is one I haven’t met yet. And I have zero complaints. Bending me over the nearest surface to ravage me is fucking hot as sin.
Hands grip my hips, pulling me harder against him. The room fills with the overpowering scent of ozone, and the obscene sound of each wet thrust as he takes me. I scramble to grip the other side of the counter as another orgasm strikes through my body like a bolt of lightning. It sears me from the inside out, stealing my breath and dulling my senses.
“Mine,” Orion growls, his voice so deep it vibrates through my body as if he were purring. Fuck, his possessiveness does something to me. I feel the flood of wetness where we’re connected, leaking down both our bodies. It would be embarrassing if he weren’t wantonly moaning behind me, obviously loving the way my body reacts to him.
The room whirls when he pulls out and flips me to my back, my legs pressed to my chest, ankles nearly up to my ears with how he has me folded in half. He slams back in, keeping the same devastating pace. At this angle, I can see his face. The way it has contorted, those stunning golden eyes hazy as they focus on my pussy.
Oh, shit! That explains why he’s so untethered. Orion is in a rut!
Alpha ruts are like Omega heats, except they rarely last as long, nor do they occur as often. Most Alphas only experience them once per year. Thinking back, I imagine the events of this morning pushed him over the edge. It isn’t uncommon for an Alpha to go into rut around their unbonded Fate-matched mate when they perceive their mate to be in danger.
Reaching down, I circle my overly sensitive clit. My orgasms will help push Orion to his own. The sooner he knots me, the better. He’ll be slightly clearer-headed for at least a few moments. Long enough to move us into the bedroom or my nest.
Pleasure burns as I fall over the edge. I watch through heavy eyes as my Alpha snarls, hips pistoning faster before his knot pops inside of my entrance, locking us together and forcing his release. He collapses forward, burying his face against my breasts.
Sharp pain turns to molten pleasure, my body quivering as I come again. My eyes are wide as I glance down to see Orion lapping at his bite mark.
“Orion?” I can’t help the surge of panic, thinking his instincts pushed him into a decision he wouldn’t have made with a clear head, but the haze has faded from his eyes when he turns to look up at me. “You bonded me.”
