Page 75 of Patiently Yours
She gulps, now looking nervous. The expression wrinkles up her forehead. I reach up and gently caress my thumb over them, coaxing her muscles to relax under my touch. She heaves a small sigh and looks at me once more.
“My omega… she needs you.Ineed you.”
Her confession is barely a whisper, but it soars through me like a bomb. I place my lips onto her, our kiss soft and intimate. My alpha finally settles, an unruly happiness taking place inside me.
Our clothes come off in slow motion, both sets of lips exploring one another in earnest. I can’t get enough of her, of her taste. Her skin is salty and sweet at the same time, and I relish in it as I travel from her neck to her collarbones to her bare breasts. She gasps as I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking it steadily as her fingers lace into my hair.
“Alpha, fuck me,” she says, a tiny moan falling as I lick circles around her. Her soft hand finds my cock, stroking it mindlessly. “Please get inside me.”
I don’t have it in me to deny her anything, nor do I want to. I wrap her legs around my hips, my cock throbbing at the proximity of us. I have to calm myself before I stroke my cock and place it at her entrance. Her gaze never leaves mine as I finally ease inside her.
We come together so easily, it leaves me breathless. Her eyes flutter shut at the torturous drag, a long sigh coming from her as my hips meet her pelvis. I pause, trying to memorize the feeling of her around me. It’s the best sensation in the entire world, and I pray it’s something I get to experience for the rest of my life.
I pull back and thrust back in, starting a slow pace as I move in and out of her. Her fingers grip my biceps, clutching on tightly as I fall into a beautiful rhythm that leaves us both voracious.
“Angel. You were made for me.” She moans in my ear, her pussy clenching around my cock tightly. Our breathing harmonizes as we continue to move in rhythm, slow thrusts meeting as a feeling I’ve never felt before begins to build inside me. There’s thisfondnessthat is too delicate to touch; I fear that it will break under my fingertips.
Emotion hits me deep, threatening to spill off my lips. I have it in me, I can feel it. Those three little words. But I won’t say it this soon, or in the heat of the moment, not when my omega is already so finicky with herself and what she deserves. I’ll hold onto it, cherish it. I’ll acknowledge the emotion, recognize thepower it has over me, but I’m not going to say it until it feels right.
“Holy fuck, Atlas,” she murmurs, her tiny pants stimulating my every sense.
I feel her slick gush around me, my self-control becoming harder to grasp. “You’re so fucking wet. You’re soaking me. Are you going to come for me, Omega?” She whines in response, her head nodding as she wraps her arms around me.
I place my hands on the back of her thighs and push them upwards, spreading her further for my thrusts as I finally quicken my pace. The change in angle causes us both to groan, the tip of my cock hitting her in just the right spot every time I meet her hips. She’s incoherent now, her toes curling as her body starts to clench. After a few more moments, her entire body seems to snap, her cries heightening as she spills all over me.
“That’s it, Omega. Good fucking girl.” I grit my teeth, holding back from my orgasm as I fuck her through her climax. “I’m going to fucking come. Can I knot you, baby?”
“Yes! Yes, fuckingplease.” I push into her on the next thrust, our bodies aligning perfectly as my knot inflates, my cock flooding her with steady spurts. I curse the whole way through, my body emptying everything into her as she gives a high-pitched gasp. I’ve never felt anything like it. I rut into her, my hands anchoring her to me as I lose myself to the pleasure.
She meets me thrust for thrust. I reach down, my thumb gently rubbing her clit as she clenches tighter, the sounds coming out of her extravagant and beautiful to my ears.
“What the fuck,” she squeals, her body pulling taut before releasing. She cries out, this climax more fierce and uncontrollable. It makes my cock pulsate as another wave of ecstasy flows through me.
Our bodies keep moving together slowly, pulling every bit of pleasure out of each other. Once I feel like I can’t bring her anymore satisfaction, I relax onto her. She wraps her arms around me, catching her breath before placing a kiss to my hair.
“Atlas, what the fuck,” she says again, which causes me to chuckle under my breath. She hears me, joining in as my hand roams over her, not willing to give up its exploration yet. “That was amazing.”
“Yes, it was,” I sigh, moving some of her hair behind her ear. “It was fucking incredible.”
She rests her head on mine, and I realize my alpha is finally quiet in my chest. I feel whole, my omega as close to me as she can possibly get. I flex myself, causing her to clench once more before she laughs and slaps my shoulder. “You’ve destroyed me. I need at least a few hours before we do that again.”
That makes me smirk in her chest, wrapping my arms around her. “That’s fine. As long as you know we’ll be doing that again.”
She playfully rolls her eyes before closing them, prompting me to close my own. It feels good, safe. It feels like we’re two people finally meeting in the middle, and I am ecstatic.
There’sa calm surrounding us as we lie there, absorbing each other’s warmth. Her head fits perfectly in the crook of my neck, and my hand finds a home in her hair, delicately lacing through the strands as her steady breathing echoes my own against my chest.
I always thought our first time would be explosive like other scent matches, fast and desperate and all-consuming. But it was slow, passionate, andsofucking memorable. I’ll think about this time with her until the day I die.
There’s a thought nagging me, pushing along the side of my brain. I don’t want to pop this little bubble of serenity we’ve created, but the worry throws that caution away.
“Stacia,” I whisper her name, killing the silence.
She looks up, roams my face, and swallows thickly. “What’s wrong?”
I caress her cheek before speaking my piece. “I think you should get a restraining order.”
Her eyebrows move up slowly in her tired state. “Okay,” she starts, thinking it through. “But… what about your games? I want to support you.”
