Page 26 of Vallaverse: Noir
His face draws into a wrinkled snarl at the very idea. “I'm not washing you off of me for the next week.”
I laugh loudly, and Pierce joins me. “We will all be showering before we leave this room, Omega,” Pierce purrs. “I refuse to allow Dana to walk around the city smelling like an Omega's heat; and neither of us are willing to risk your safety.”
“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” I ask Beckett again. “What do you need?”
“Just you,” he says, reaching for me.
Pierce gives me a final squeeze, running his jaw against my skin again before helping me to stand. I only wobble a little as I gain my footing and I'm relieved when neither of them call attention to it. I normally wouldn't be so off-balance, but I'm not used to needing to exercise this particular muscle group as extensively as I have in the past few hours. The meds have taken effect, though; which I'm grateful for.
“I'm stepping out,” Pierce says, giving me a pointed look. “You need something to eat whether he does or not. I'll be back in a while. I'll knock before I come back in.”
“Thank you.” I smile at him and crawl back into Beckett's nest.
“I missed you,” Beckett says softly and rolls over me so that he's braced above me. He's so warm and smells so very good.
“You were sleeping, and I was just over in the chair. I didn't leave you.”
“You left the nest,” he counters.
I nod. “I needed to, for just a few minutes. But I'm back now. Are you alright?”
“I'm very alright,” he says, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
He lowers himself to kiss me, a sweet, thorough kiss. As his weight settles into me, I'm struck by the significance of this moment, the permanence of it. This is why Pierce left. Sure, he might feel some need to provide for me, it's only natural; but what he's actually doing is giving me time and space with Beckett. So that I can mark him as mine without an audience. The fact that he, a Valla, is willing and able to step away like this is astounding.
Beckett is hardening against my stomach already. He's only been awake for a few minutes, but this is the way of it. He kisses and licks down my neck, the scruff on his face scraping deliciously. When he gets to my shoulder, he lingers there, slightly turning his head from side to side, letting his lips graze the sensitive skin. “You smell so good, Dana. I can't get enough of it. I don't even mind that I can smell him on you. Not right now, anyway. It's all just so good.” His words drop into a purr. “I can't wait to get to know who you are. I'm sorry that it's like this. It's my fault.”
Ah. Here it is. “Your fault?”
He buries his face into my neck, muffling his response. “I did it on purpose. I wanted to go into heat during the Selection. I was just so tired of trying. I've been so lonely. And I've made bad choices because of it. I was just so … tired. Will you resent me?”
I drag my hands up his sides and around him to stroke his back. “No. I don't like that you felt you didn't have any other choice, but I understand it.”
He sags against me and kisses my collar bone. “Thank you.”
His scent picks up and he starts gently thrusting his hips, sliding his cock against me. Every time he makes a pass over my clit, my stomach clenches and I roll my own hips to meet his slow strokes, gasping and giving him the small sounds that urge him on. He's climbing toward another peak, but he isn't franticwith need, not yet. This is the time, before he's lost to his heat again.
“I love how wet you are for me,” he breathes, pushing just the head inside and stilling for a moment before pulling out. “I love how you taste.” He dips his hips again, starting a rhythm of shallow, frustrating strokes. “I love the sounds you make, and how you look at my body.”
I let him play at fucking me until his strokes begin to stutter, then I push his shoulders, flipping us so that I'm riding him, enjoying his look of surprise. I don't immediately take him fully inside me, I keep my movements just as infuriatingly short as his were. “I like looking at your body, and the sounds you make. I'm going to take such good care of you.”
I've been trying to say all the things Omegas like to hear. Male Omegas are tricky. They love all the things all Omegas enjoy- praise, compliments, listening to the ways their Alpha is going to take care of them and make them happy; but a lot of them need those things to be presented in a way that doesn't make them feel small. Beckett is one of those. He needs to feel strong. He needs his confidence in himself strengthened more than he needs his ego stroked. He needs to be taken care of while also feeling like he's taking care of me. I can do that.
I can still hold him down, though. Regardless of his beautifully assertive temperament, he has a delicious response to being held down. I grasp his wrists and pin them above his head, using my weight to keep them there. His eyes flash and his breath hitches as I slowly slide down his length, not stopping until my clit is scrubbing against his pubic bone.
“Oh god,” he gasps. “Don't stop.”
I smile down at him and raise my hips, leaving just the tip of him inside me and pausing before I sink down again. I do it again and again until he's meeting me thrust for thrust and he's almost lifting both of us from the mattress. Then I release hiswrists and grip his shoulders, leaning back and adjusting my legs to wrap them around him.
The difference in position pushes him deeper and it almost takes my breath. “So good,” I groan. “You're so deep inside me, Beckett. It feels so good.”
“Yes,” he grunts, thrusting up, causing me to bounce a little. “Yes. So good.” He lowers his head to lick across my nipple and thrusts again. “Yes.”
I can feel him starting to catch on my lock, the pull and tug of it making my eyes roll as I anticipate how good it's going to feel when he cums. “Can you feel it?”
“Your lock?” he asks harshly. “Yes, I feel it. Give it to me.”
I kiss him, grinding and circling my hips to nudge him just a little deeper and he groans. Beckett's hair is a little longer on top than the back and sides, and I slide my fingers through it for a moment before I tighten my fist at the roots. “Take it then, Omega.”
