Page 29 of Laurels and Liquor

“What does my omega need?” she whispers, so close her spice-scented breath coasts over my face.

“Knot me. Fuck me, Alpha, please. Need—need you,” I moan, finding the strength to thrust down onto the fingers deep in my pussy.

“You have me, Omega. You’re mine,” she declares, trailing off into a growl.

I gasp as her fingers withdraw, but I’m not left wanting for long. With surprising strength, she drags me backward by my hips, then suddenly releasing the clip on my wrist cuffs so I fall forward onto the soft bed. Instinctually, I arch back, sticking my ass in the air to present myself to the alpha, showing her how ready I am for her cock.

“Good girl. Such a good omega,” she praises, a hand trailing along the curve of my ass.

The broad cockhead brushes against my folds, and it takes everything in me to not immediately start rutting back onto her thick, hard length. Instead, I wait, letting her set the pace, fucking and withdrawing until she finally bottoms out. Then, I can only hold on for dear life as she pounds mercilessly into me. Her nails scrape my back, marking me, but I need more.

“Alpha, please, claim me,” I pant, thrusting back as best as I can.

She growls hard enough to rattle my bones, and I whimper, ducking my head from her wordless chastisement. But then she takes me by the hair and pulls me back until her chest is flush with my sweat-slick back. I’d gotten so used to the vibrator that when she reaches down and turns it up, I can only scream, shaking with renewed jolts of pleasure.

“You are mine, Omega. This cunt, this body, your pleasure, all of it is mine.”

The alpha’s snarl in my ear makes me moan, causing something powerful to surge inside of my chest. More than an orgasm, something unshaking that I can only barely hold back.

“You’re going to come as I knot your needy cunt, Omega. And you’re going to tell me who you belong to.”

Her breathing is shallow, and I can feel her shaking now, too. I nod as much as her grip will let me. She releases my hair, both hands on my hips to help fuck me onto her unyielding length. My head lolls to one side, opening my throat to her.

“Say it. Fuck—tell me—”

“I’m yours, Alexandra St. Clair. You’re mine and I’m yours,” I whimper, body convulsing as one last powerful orgasm fills me with warmth.

Lex screams as she thrusts home, her knot locking into place behind my pubic bone. Somehow, she has the wherewithal to shut off the vibrator right away, but it leaves the room silent except for the sound of our heavy breathing. I don’t move, basking in the warmth of her body, the pulsing of her knot inside of me.

“Let me get that off you before we lay down, sweetness,” she whispers breathlessly.

I just nod and let her work, still feeling like I’m detached from my body. She quickly releases the harness and my cuffs before we maneuver down to lie on our sides. Her arms encircle my chest and arms, holding me tight as she nuzzles her nose against my hair, kissing me softly every now and then.

“Was that okay?” she asks after a moment.

I don’t have to think before I nod, smiling to myself. “Yes, Domina,” I mutter sleepily.

Her little giggle makes my heart flutter. I don’t know how I have the strength left in me, but as she shifts to massage my wrists, another slow climax crests and spreads to every corner of my body. I let her work, taking care of me as I drift closer and closer to the edge of consciousness. When she’s satisfied that I’m not hurt, she settles, playing with the ends of my hair silently.

As her knot deflates, we still don’t move. It’s strange to still have the hardness of the toy inside of me, but I don’t mind it. If anything, it makes me feel more connected to her. But my mind drifts in the quiet, only the sound of distant traffic below breaking the pure tranquility of the moment. And it occurs to me that I haven’t been alone with Lex like this in a long time, since before I went to New Orleans. The memory of our last intense encounter plays out in my mind until I catch onto something she said that I never addressed.

“You told me you loved me once. Did you mean it?” I ask, my hazy mental state making me bold.

Her swallow is loud in the silence, and I can almost sense her bracing for impact. “Yes, sweetness. I meant it then, and I still mean it now. But don’t feel like you have to—"

I turn over and kiss her before she can finish whatever qualifier she was about to spout off. She lets me control the movement of our lips for a moment, likely too stunned by the suddenness of the action to object. But when I pull away, I let my forehead rest against hers, closing my eyes with a smile.

“Good. ’Cause I love you, too, Lex.”

Chapter fifteen

Lucas

Thepackhouseiseerily quiet tonight, and I realize this is the first time I’ve been completely alone in a long time. Before Lydia, it wasn’t uncommon for me to have the entire house to myself for hours at a time, usually during the day when the others were at work and I was working the closing shifts. Rhett always made a point to avoid it, but there were times when I’d go days without seeing Mateo, and even Lex, if her schedule was packed. I’m glad for the change, though. Our pack is more like a family than ever, and with Lydia’s status finally being confirmed by the courts, it really feels like we’re turning a corner.

I’m flat on my back in Rhett’s bed, staring up at the ceiling and lost in thought, when my phone rings. Fishing it out of my pocket, I smile as I see the incoming video chat from Rhett. I turn over onto my side and swipe to answer, grinning.

“Hey,” I chirp excitedly as his face appears on the screen.

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