Page 44 of His Gentle Omega
“Fuck me, Shay,” I demanded, gripping him tightly and pulling his larger body towards my heat. “Now! Give me your knot! I’m burning up!”
He tried to be gentle, to ease the thick head into my hole. But as soon as I felt the first nudge, the first stretch, the first delicious burn, I had to have all of him. Grabbing him by his perfectly round ass, I pulled him into my waiting body. I was so wet, so slick, stretched just enough by the tantalizing finger fuck he had given me, he slid completely into me with one strong flex of his hips.
The burn and stretch were the perfect amount of pleasure and pain. And Shay knew just how to move his hips, his cock slamming in and out of me, sliding against and nailing my prostate with each hard thrust.
I clung to him, my limbs wrapping around him, pulling him as close as I could get him to me. We were a tangle of sweat dampened skin, loud, guttural moans from Shay, and breathy, high-pitched cries from me. The obscene sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, accompanied by the dirty squelching of my slick around his cock when he pulled back to slam forward into me.
Our scents rose around us, mingling and merging, becoming one. Joined as tightly as we were locked together.
His knot caught at my rim, and I clawed at his back, his shoulders, his ass. Digging my feet into the mattress, I pushed up against him, wanting that final extra stretch. The one that would be just the verge of too much until it wasn’t.
“Bennett!” Shay’s body went rigid, the muscles of his arms shaking as he tried to keep the brunt of his weight off of me. “Bennett!”
“Come for me, Shay!” I cried out, staring into his eyes, his lips forming a silent, perfect O. His cock swelled inside my ass, the knot pushing at me from all sides, until it was too much. Too much pressure, and pleasure, and burn, and ache.
Until all we both could do was shatter in each other’s arms, a thousand stars exploding around us.
Chapter Sixteen
Bennett
Waking up in my bed alone wasn’t how I pictured starting off the morning after the incredible night Shay and I had shared. An unease ran through me that I hadn’t felt the night before, wrapped in Shay’s arms. He had knotted me three more times before the heat inside me had subsided, and we’d both nearly passed out from exhaustion and orgasms.
Rolling over, Shay’s side of the bed was cold, telling me he had been up for a while. Early morning sunlight was just starting to fill the room, and glancing at my alarm clock, I saw it wasn’t even seven yet. Which meant he had slept very little, since it had been after three when we had succumbed to sleep.
The unease I had felt upon waking shivered through me, knotting my stomach. Where was this feeling coming from?
Mate, my wolf grumbled, and I wondered if he was right. Was what I was feeling coming from Shay? Sure, all the movies depicted being able to feel what your fated mate was feeling, but I had always thought that was made up for entertainment value. Didn’t we need to be mated to feel this…bond? And if this weird feeling was coming from Shay, why was he feeling the way he was? Did he have regrets about what we had done?
I really need to see if the library has some books on fated mates. There was so much I didn’t know. Why does it feel like my whole life is about to change? And maybe not for the better.
Of course it is, Benny, my wolf grumbled.You’ve met your fated mate. And sealed the deal. There’s no going back now.
Throwing my bare arm over my eyes, I inhaled deeply. The scent of Shay–mixed with me– wafted up from the sheets and my skin, instantly calming my nerves. Had anything ever smelled as good as that alpha did? I didn’t think so.
Today Shay would meet with Alex, and tomorrow he and Lucas would no longer be taking up space in my house. Only they hadn’t just taken up space in my house. They had taken up space in my heart.
They’ll be right next door.
Then why does it feel like something bad is about to happen? Like this is the end and not a beginning?
For once, my wolf was silent, telling me he felt the odd vibes floating in the air, too. Or across some invisible bond I still wasn’t sure wasn’t just a figment of my overactive imagination. Or wishful thinking.
Even knowing they would be living next door to me didn’t make me feel any better. It was too far away. I loved having them here. I had never thought my life was missing anything, until thePierce men had stumbled into it. Now, I didn’t want to let either of them go. Not even to just next door.
Sniffing, the scent of freshly brewed dark roast tickled my nose and got me up. Nothing got me moving as fast as the promise of coffee flowing into my veins. Sliding into a fresh pair of pajama shorts, I winced when I stepped into the leg opening. My muscles let me know I had used them for the first time in too long, and my hole was more than a little tender. Despite the ache, I grinned as I slipped a shirt over my head, remembering what had caused it.
Cracking the door, I made sure to make as little noise as possible, not wanting to wake up Lucas if he was still sleeping. The guest room door was shut tight, telling me the little boy was still asleep.
Shay was standing in front of the glass sliders that looked out into my backyard, his back to me. He was already showered and dressed in clean jeans and a blue T-shirt, but his muscles were tensed beneath the tight material stretched across his back. His expensive looking jeans were dark, fit him to perfection, and displayed his ass like it was a piece of art. My mouth watered at the sight he made standing there, all long, lean muscles and golden hair.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I waited to speak until I had it doctored with just the perfect amount of cream and sugar. Clearing my throat, I quietly said, “Good morning.”
What did one say after you had spent the night with your fated mate’s knot stretching you wide, filling you up and coming more times than you could count on one hand? Especially now that reality was setting in and you knew this story wasn’t going to end with a magical glass slipper fitting perfectly?
Good morning seemed a safe place to start.
Shay slowly turned to look at me, unsmiling, but when his blue eyes fell on me there was a warmth there that filled my heart and gave me a sliver of hope that everything was going to turn out okay.
