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"Patience," I whispered against her skin, my voice thick with want.
Her breath hitched as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her tiny shorts, sliding them down her thighs with agonizing slowness. The scent of her arousal hit me like a punch to the gut, sweet and spicy and completely intoxicating. My cock strained against my jeans, but I ignored it, focused entirely on her.
"Spread your legs for me," I commanded softly, helping her shift on the counter until she was open and vulnerable, her glistening pink folds on full display. The sight made my vision blur at the edges, my Alpha instincts roaring to life. Mine. She was mine, and I was about to make it permanent.
I dropped to my knees, the cold tile floor a shock against my heated skin even through my jeans. The first lick had us both groaning.
Her taste was even better than her scent, addictive and rich. I lapped at her slowly, savoring every whimper, every tremble of her thighs around my head. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to sting as I found her clit with my tongue.
"Oh god, Milo—" Her voice broke on a sob as I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, my free hand sliding up to tease her entrance. She was so wet, so ready, her body already fluttering around my fingers as I pushed two inside her.
"Come for me first," I growled against her, the vibration making her jerk. "Want to taste you when you're mine."
It only took a few more strokes of my tongue before she was crying out, her back arching off the counter as her orgasm crashed over her. I lapped up every drop, my own arousal would have been dripping down my thighs if it wasn't for my jeans. As I stood, I finally let myself touch my cock through my jeans.
Callie's eyes were glazed, her lips swollen from biting them. She reached for me immediately, her small hands fumbling with my belt. "Need you. Now."
Faster than I thought possible I had my jeans off and I hissed as she wrapped her fingers around my length, her grip perfect. "Please, Milo, I need to feel you."
That was all the permission I needed. I lined myself up with her entrance. The first press of my cock against her was electric, both of us gasping at the contact. When I finally slid into her, we both groaned. No heat haze, no biological imperative. Just us, choosing each other in my sunlit kitchen that smelled like home.
I moved slowly, savoring every second, my mouth never leaving her neck. I could feel my teeth grazing her gland, that virgin spot that was about to become mine forever.
"Look at me," I demanded when I did pull away for a moment, needing to see her eyes as I took her. She obeyed immediately, her gaze locking with mine as I pushed inside her again.
"Fuck!" The word tore from her throat, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. She was so tight, so perfect, her body gripping me like she was made for me.
"Mine," I growled, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. "Say it."
"Yours," she gasped, her head falling back as I hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. "Yours, Milo. Alpha."
I set a punishing rhythm. The kitchen around us was a blur, my carefully planned breakfast forgotten, the sunlight too bright, everything fading except for where we were connected. Her scent wrapped around me, intoxicating and rich, her body responding to mine like we'd been made for each other.
"Touch yourself," I ordered, my voice rough with the effort of still holding back. "Need to feel you come on my cock."
She didn't hesitate, her hand sliding between us to circle her clit. The sight of her touching herself while I fucked her was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I held on, determined to make this last.
"Harder," she begged, her voice breaking. "Need it harder, Milo, please?—"
I obeyed instantly, gripping her hips as I pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the kitchen. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body tightening around me as her orgasm built.
"Now," she sobbed, her hand moving faster. "Bite me now, I'm?—"
Her words dissolved into a scream as her climax hit, her body clamping down around me like a vise. The sensation pushed me over the edge, my own release crashing through me as I sank myteeth into the soft skin where her gland was on her neck exactly as she came apart.
The bond hit me like a freight train. Pure overwhelming rightness, our emotions tangling together until I couldn't tell which feelings were mine and which were hers. Love, possession, joy, satisfaction so complete it bordered on religious.
"Mine," I growled against the bite. "My omega." My knot swelled, locking us together as wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body. I came in her, my cock jerking inside her over and over again. Each movement made her whimper from the aftershocks of her own pleasure.
"Yours," she agreed, then bit me back, right where my shoulder met my neck. "My Alpha."
We stayed locked together on my kitchen counter, the new bond humming between us like electricity. I could feel her through it, not just physically but emotionally, her contentment mixing with mine in perfect harmony.
The kitchen was a disaster, our abandoned breakfast cold, the counter sticky with spilled syrup, our clothes scattered across the floor, but I didn't care.
Because this? Her in my arms, my mark on her neck, our bond singing between us? It was everything. My smile felt too big for my face. As my knot started to go down I murmured in her ear, "I love you, Callie Odette Cross."
"I love you too, Milo Gabriel Moreno."
