Page 89 of Patiently Yours
I instinctually shake my head, knowing that’s not what I want. “No. I want you now.”
The look on his face brightens before he nuzzles his nose against mine. “Remember your safe word. If it gets too much, please tell me.”
“I will.”
He pushes my knees closer to my chest and positions himself. There’s a pause where we catch eyes, and then we hold it as he nudges himself inside. I’m sensitive and already sore, but my body welcomes him like it knows he’s our mate. The first one my omega met. The first one to make me laugh.
Our eye contact makes me feel vulnerable. He takes a different approach, figuring out the angle early on so that he can hit the spot inside me every time. His thrusts are slow and thorough, to the point where it feels like he’s extracting my pleasure right from my core. It’s a steady incline, less violent and more subtle, but still just as delightful as all the others.
He curses under his breath before his thumb finds my clit. He rubs in circles, his slow torturous pace never fluctuating as he makes love to me. Because that’s what this feels like. It feels like this man loves me, and he’s telling me in a way that doesn’t include words.
The thought drives me forward, pulling me under as my orgasm starts from my toes and travels upwards. I can’t move and my sounds get caught in my throat as it’s ripped from my body. Ciro’s thumb never leaves me as he falls forward, finding his own bliss with a low grunt and a bite to my shoulder. I wish he’d break the skin.
I can’t wait to have this Beta’s mark on me.
As if he could hear my thoughts, he nods against my shoulder and plants a kiss to the nip in my skin. “Me too, my love. Me too.”
Afterwards,we all lie there, satiated and spent. I feel split open, vulnerable, but their hands never sway from my body.Even as exhausted as they all are, they keep caressing lazily, resting their limbs on mine and cuddling in close.
A thought pops into my head. “Are we still having game night?”
The laughter that blooms is glorious to my ears. Different tones and pitches, every single one unique. But hearing themtogether? It’s truly magical. Something I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing.
“Of course we are.” Atlas kisses my head affectionately. “We can start with whatever game you want.”
“I want to play Monopoly.”
Ciro and Uriah groan loudly, making me chuckle. “What? Is that another game you two aren’t good at?”
“Let’s just say, I’m not good withrealmoney so how does anyone expect me to be good withfakemoney?” Ciro says.
“That’s understandable. Why do you not like it, Uriah?”
He gives a grunt under his breath before shrugging one shoulder. “I’m just terrible at it. But I’ll learn to love it for you, baby.”
I chuckle slightly. “You don’t have to pretend to enjoy something for me. I like that you have your own opinion. Maybe we shouldn’t play Monopoly.”
“Oh, we’re so playing,” Ciro states. “And we’ll hate every second of it. But as long as you’re enjoying yourself, that’s all that matters to us.”
A blush finds its way to my cheeks. It’s ironic considering what we all just did, that this is what causes my shyness to appear. “We don’t have to do that.”
Uriah laces his fingers at the nape of my neck, his grip so secure that it causes my perfume to slip out. “We’re doing it. Right after you let us bathe and take care of you. Okay, Omega?”
I nod. His intensity always causes a stir in my belly. “That sounds nice.”
And it was. The bath was the best bath I’ve ever had. And it had me fantasizing about future ones. Future aftercare. And I truly realized that this was always meant for me.
I belong with a pack.Theirpack. And I’m extremely lucky for it.
FORTY-THREE
“What happened to your fruity scent?” I ask Opal as we walk through downtown. There are members of Alpha Xi setting up their tents from corner to corner, preparing for the event. Everything looks so lively already, and the smell of funnel cakes in the air makes my mouth water.
Opal’s cheeks turn a slight pink hue. I’ve been trying to pinpoint what her scent is every time we hang out. Some moments it smells so familiar, but others it is unrecognizable. It’s driving me insane. But now, as we cruise along the sidewalk, I can’t get even the tiniest whiff of it. It’s like it completely vanished.
Rory turns her head after I ask, making a show of sniffing the air. Opal is no longer a stranger to us. We’ve been hanging out more and more the past few weeks. In that time, we’ve learned quite a few things about our curly haired friend. One being that she’s obsessed with Asian dramas. She told us last week about how she’s binging an oldie about a woman who has 49 days to reverse her own death. Rory ate it up.
She’s also constantly bringing her own blankets to our house, claiming that if we’re hanging out, she refuses to be uncomfortable. A woman after my own heart.
