Page 70 of Begrudgingly Yours
I don’t have long to process because he’s at my entrance before I can blink and I’m sinking down at the same time he’s thrusting up, and the hurried sensation from both of us causes a harmony of sounds to erupt. I wrap my arms around his neck, giving myself some leverage, while his arms go around my back. My body is steady as he starts to thrust from underneath me, his hips moving in the perfect way so I can feel each and every drag of his cock against me.
“Omega,” he growls against me, holding me like I’m something precious to him. Like Ibelongto him. The thought makes me clench. My clit hits his abs with every movement but it’s not enough.
I unravel myself and push his hand down. “Touch me,” I instruct him and he does immediately, his fingers working magic as they circle my clit. I move my hips more, chasing the high that started while we were in the restaurant at our corner table. It’s like an inferno ready to explode inside of me, and the finishing touch is my alpha placing his mouth onmy neck.
The bite doesn’t break the skin, but it calls to my omega and brings her to the surface. I cry out, every sensation from the nip going right to my core as the sensation flows into something gushing. Everett’s knot slides into place and it’s the most innate thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. The frenzy carries me away as he grunts his release underneath me.
“Omega, oh my god,” he moans, some of his human self coming back. He grinds against me involuntarily, making more sparks flick across my skin. “That feels so fucking good.”
I just decided that being knotted is one of my favorite things ever.
When we wring as much pleasure from each other as we can, I relax in his lap and lay my head on his chest.
“Fuck,” Everett mutters. He cradles my face so our eyes meet and I notice the usual chestnut hue of his coming back to his gaze. “Shit. Rory, I’m so sorry.”
If I wasn’t still coming down from the best orgasm of my life, I’d be a bit better at reassuring him that I’m okay, but instead I huff out a laugh. “Ev, that was incredible.” I inhale more air, still catching my breath. “I never thought I’d have an experience like that.”
“I was inrut,” Everett says like I didn’t already know.
My hand goes to his face, his skin sweaty under my palm as I try to convey the admiration I feel as best as I can. “You were. I loved it. You were the perfect gentleman even in rut and…” I swallow, unsure if I should say it but push it out anyway. “That’s exactly the kind of person that I want.”
His cock pulses inside of me at the statement and it makes little sparks of something ease up my spine. Ever the intuitive, Everett catches the movement, which causes his stressful expression to bleed into one much more blissful.
“Since you weren’t necessarily in control of yourself,” myfinger dances across his chest, “maybe we should try to recapture the moment.”
His hips grind up, causing his knot to hit every sensitive nerve ending that it can. He brings my face to his and rubs his cheeks to mine, covering me even more with his scent than I was before. “I was thinking the exact same thing, Omega.”
The next time I come, it’s with his name on my lips and a new feeling forming deep inside me. It’s too early to have a name, but it blossoms there still, taking up residence in my chest. It feels whole, a crevice finally filled in. I acknowledge it for the tiniest second before I can shove it away, feeling grateful more than anything else.
I’m flyinghigh by the time I get home.
It is a little weird to go into my empty room. It once used to feel so cozy, but now it just feels lonely. There’s only a tiny hint of my alphas’ scents on the bed from the last time they were here, and my omega makes it apparent that it’snotenough.
Still, my date with Everett made me feel powerful. His dominance touches a part of me that I never knew it would. I’ve always ran scared from alphas and their influence, but Everett doesn’t frighten me. He makes me feelrevered, cherished. Like even though he’s maneuvering me, I have all the control in the palm of my hand. If I just say the word, he will stop. He willneverpush me past my limits.
Being seen by him, loved by him, is everything my omega and I have needed for a long time.
As soon as I reach down to pick off my shoes, my phone rings. Because of the endorphin high, I answer without checking the caller ID, thinking it’s one of my friends or alphas.
“Veronica, sweetie. It’s about time you picked up that ancient phone of yours.”
I freeze in my spot as all the air gets taken from my lungs.
My body tenses, like my mother can see me through the phone and into my bedroom. She’s been calling me repeatedly, and that fact alone pisses me the fuck off. Normally she calls for three or four days, but it’s been almost two months now of constant calls, and I’m sick of it.
She is the reason why I almost didn’t give my fated mates the time of day. I pushed them away, time and time again, because I couldn’t look past the abuse she forced upon me growing up. It isn’t my shame that I should be holding onto, it’s hers. And I want to give it right back to her.
“I want you to stop calling me.” I harden my words as much as I can with the courage I feel leftover from my date today. “I don’t want to speak to you. I don’t want you in my life, and I haven’t foryears. I’m happy without you and I will no longer let your control issues cause more headaches in my life. I refuse to let what you’ve done destroy what I can do now. Fuckingrefuse. I’m going to block your number and we’re never going to see or hear from each other again.”
I take a deep breath when I stop speaking. She tsks, and just before she says another word, I grit out, “Fuck. You.”
There’s nothing stopping me from ending the call. No hesitation, and no fear. I am done with her and everything she was supposed to be to me at some point in my life.
I had a good parent, but he’s no longer here.
With her number blocked, I feel a bout of relief. During this tiny exchange, I took some of my power back, and that makes me feel rejuvenated in a way I can’t describe.
This feeling won’t last forever though. The fear from her abuse, from her barks, from everything she put me through isstill simmering under the surface, and I realize if I don’t deal with that, it could affect my relationship.
