Page 95 of In Control

“Alpha,” I stroke his soft cheek, “I don’t need you to protect me. I need you to love me.”

I lean in and kiss him, and he wraps his arms around me and kisses me back. It’s familiar and comforting, and exciting and new all at once. It’s what I’ve missed so badly. What I’ve been searching for everywhere else. But it’s here, right here. With him. With our pack.

“I missed you, Omega,” he whispers against my mouth, as he buries his finger in my hair and pushes my mouth hard against his.

“Likewise, Alpha,” I say, letting my hand trail from his cheek and down his sculpted chest. I love how hard he is, how solid, how strong. “In lots of ways.” I trail my hand lower, to the towel in his lap and his hard cock beneath. “Need you,” I gasp and he rolls us down onto the bed.

It’s always been this way between us. From the first moment I caught the treacle aroma of his scent, the honey tones of his voice and those dark brooding eyes. He’s always affected my body and my heart, had them competing between themselves over who can go most liquid.

He tugs at my hair, grinding against me, his hard cock rubbing against mine.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he says again, sucking my bottom lip between his and then raking it through his teeth before he nips at my throat.

Not only am I liquid, I’m hot, molten lava, burning up the sheets for him, already nice and wet like the good little omega I am.

He strokes his hand down my body, taking a hold of my calf, and forcing my leg up into my chest, then he’s searching for my hole with his fingers, circling me, teasing me until I’m begging him to take me.

He lifts my other leg, bracing himself upwards on his arms and then he thrusts his way inside me, both of us grunting in unison as I take him all.

“So tight, so wet,” he groans, those dark eyes drifting shut as he savours the feel of us joined again. Through our bond, I feel the intensity of it, his pleasure reflected in mine, both of us feeding off the other’s emotion.

It’s different from the heat. Then we’re both half-crazed, heat and rut dazed, not of our right mind. It’s like a hazy dream.

Whereas this, this is all real.

He rocks his hips and I mewl like a kitten.

He’s always known just what I need, just how I need it.

I grip the headboard behind my head as he increases his pace, thrusting deeper and harder. We grunt together, every time he bottoms out, our eyes locked together.

“Gabe,” he groans, just as his hips stutter and the way he says it, the way it feels through our bond, full of love and longing and want, has me crashing, crashing over as his knot expands and he holds me tight, collapsing on top of me, spent and sweaty and smelling like everything good in the world.

I stroke my fingers up and down his neck, over his mating gland and the scar my own teeth left in his neck. I kiss his jaw.

Our ragged breaths calm and so do our heartbeats.

“You need to put this right, Esra,” I whisper, “with Sophia. For me. For the pack.”

His head nods on my shoulder.

I smile against his skin. The man is so goddamn stubborn. It drives me wild.

“Is that a ‘yes’, Alpha?”

“It’s a yes,” he says grumpily.

I cup his face, and lift it from my shoulder so we’re staring into each other’s eyes. “You’ll have to do a lot better than that if you hope to win her round.”

He groans. “I know.”

“Can you do contrite and apologetic, Alpha?”

“I can do fucking grovelling if required.”

“Now that I’d like to see,” I tease, before kissing him again.

Afterwards we take a shower together, soaping each other’s bodies and washing away the suds, basking in the sensation of each other’s touch, something we admit under the steamy water to each other that we’ve missed.

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