Page 117 of Broken Omega

I kiss her lips softly. I never thought our first night together would begin with my mate going into heat, but we both know what we want. Neither of us have any doubts about claiming each other.

I ease my hand between her legs, and she rolls onto her back, opening up for my touch.

She’s dripping with arousal, her pussy clenching around my fingers as I drive them inside her.

“More,” she whispers. “I need more. Kellan, please.”

She needs my knot, and I’m taking too long to give it to her.

I take my hand away, moving to kneel between her legs, and rub the head of my dick against her opening. She grinds against me, and I slip inside, gasping out a breath. Putting her hands on my ass, she pulls me closer, dragging me in deeper.

It feels so fucking good, I forget to breathe for a couple minutes while I’m filling her up.

My dick expands inside her the second I’m fully sheathed, making her moan deeply as it gets thicker.

Once I remember how to breathe, I start to move.

It’s incredible how tight she feels around me, how hard she seems to be gripping my swollen length.

She looks up at me with a satisfied smile. “That feels so much better.”

“I can’t believe we missed out on this for so long.”

We were too young when we had that chance meeting in the woods, but if the academy had just let me in the year she got there, we could have been mates for six whole years.

“Fate works in mysterious ways,” she tells me. “I’m just glad we met tonight.”

“Believe me, I am, too.” Otherwise, she might have been out here alone, suffering through the pain of a delayed first heat with no one to help ease the ache.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she gazes up at me with longing in her eyes.

“Anything you want …” I murmur, making sure she knows I’m willing to take direction.

“Will you mark me while you claim me?” she asks. “If it’s possible.”

I’m not that much taller than her, so it’s definitely possible. Whether it’s a smart decision to make while she’s wrapped up in her heat is another question entirely.

“It’s not the heat talking,” she assures me, though if it was, I’m sure she wouldn’t know.

I smile down at her, biting back a groan as her pussy starts to milk my shaft a bit harder.

I had no idea knotting would feel this intense. There’s no way to simulate it without an Omega partner. No way to practice. Considering I had my heart set on Brooke, there was no way to know what this would be like until we finally got together.

“I want to mark you, Brooke,” I tell her, my teeth sharpening slightly in preparation to mark her pretty throat. “But I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

I need her to be sure. I know it’s not the heat, but she’s so caught up in it that I don’t know for sure it isn’t making her rush something that most couples probably take a bit more time with.

We’re fated, so it feels right to claim each other. It’ll feel right to mark her, too, but I’ve had a lot longer to be sure about making her mine forever.

“I’ve been thinking about this day for ten years,” I admit. “I knew it was going to happen. I just had to wait. You’ve known me for a few hours. Maybe you need a bit more time.”

I kiss her throat, and she moans, making her skin vibrate under my lips.

“No,” she whispers. “I don’t need more time. You’re my Alpha, Kellan. I want you.”

“You have me. We don’t need to rush into this. I’ll be ready when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now,” she moans, her walls tightening around me again.

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