Page 83 of In Deep
I paw at his chest as he carries me, faintly aware of passing rooftops and trees, of being placed in the back of a car. I curl up in a ball, sobbing and moaning in pain, begging him to hold me again, and a deep purr floats from somewhere in the front seat, pacifying me. Then finally, I’m in his arms again, and we’re descending the dark stairs into the infinite softness of the nest.
He places me down on the bed, and immediately I’m clawing at my clothes, tearing them from my body and yanking at the sheets, and covers and pillows, arranging them around me, searching out the scents of my mates, wanting their smell in my nose and my mouth and my throat, wanting it smeared all over my skin.
I can feel him watching me and I reach for him. “Alpha,” I whine. Why is he so far away?
“I’m going to call the others,” he says. “It won’t be long, Omega. I know they’ll come as fast as they can.”
I drag myself up to sit and I note the way his eyes travel down to my breasts, to the drops of sweat that roll between them. His tongue darts over his bottom lip.
“I want you, Alpha,” I say.
“It’s your heat. You don’t know what you want,” he says quietly. Then shakes his head, dragging his eyes away from my body, his jaw tightening. “Why the fuck were you out alone in the middle of your heat? Do you have a fucking death wish? You should be taking better care of yourself. If you were my omega–” He stops himself and scowls at me. That all-too-familiar look. Reserved just for me.
“I didn’t know,” I manage to say as my whole body shakes violently and my teeth rattle. “I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?” he snaps.
“This was my heat.”
“How could you–”
“I’ve never had one before,” I say quietly, curling in on myself, unable to look at him anymore. That’s why he didn’t want me. He knew I was broken. A faulty omega.
“Never?” he says. “But you’re twenty.”
“Never,” I say, I rest my forehead on my arm and the sobs rattle through my body. “I’m broken. That’s why you don’t want me because I’m broken.”
He purrs and I peer up at him. Those eyes have softened. I’m not sure what I see in them now. Pity? “You’re not broken, Omega. I had no idea …”
“I am. They did all the tests. They couldn’t find anything wrong. They tried to make it start. But it never came. I waited and waited and it never came.”
My mum’s face. Glances between my parents. Whispered conversations with doctors. The need to have me bonded before anyone learned the truth.
“Rosie, Rosie,” Seb snaps, and my eyes focus back on him. “There’s no fucking doubt about it, Omega. You’re in heat.” There’s nothing left of his irises. His eyes are pure darkness, and he drags every breath through his nose. “You smell insanely delicious. Ripe. Primed. Pure fucking sex. Dirty and messy and delicious. All I want to do right now is jam my face between your legs and stay there for the next three goddamn days.”
That sounds perfect. Exactly what I’d like him to do.
I roll back down onto the mattress and part my legs, giving him an intimate view. “Please,” I beg.
“Omega,” he warns, and I glide a finger through my sex, lifting it to show him the slick that trails in glistening ribbons back down to my cunt. “You don’t know what you want. You’re not in your right mind.”
“I am,” I say, “and I do. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I think you know that. You’re the one who’s pushed me away.”
He’s on top of me instantly, towering over my body, his arms caging my head, his face inches from mine. I feel his hot breath rush over my mouth as he speaks, “I’ve always wanted you too.”
“Then why?” I ask him, reaching out slowly to stroke his stubbled cheek. It’s like petting the cheek of a wolf. Will he let me, or will he snap at my hand? “Why push me away?”
He closes his eyes. “Because you didn’t want me. You wanted those rich boys, not me.”
“That’s not true” I scrape my nails over the bristles on his chin.
He growls, and then he kisses me, scrambling at the fly of his trousers as he does.
The kiss isn’t gentle or careful, it’s overpowering and all-consuming. He kisses me hard, like he wants to. Not holding back. Plunging his tongue into my mouth as he thrusts his cock deep into my cunt. I wail as he does, relieved to be filled at last. And fuck, if he isn’t the biggest of his pack, so long, I don’t think he’ll fit all the way in. But he’s undeterred. He promised me this. I knew what to expect, and he meets my resistance with little care, lowering himself further, forcing me to take more, until we’re flush against one another.
“Such a wet cunt,” he groans, taking a hold of my leg and forcing my knee into my chest, angling my hips so that he can plunge further. He keeps my leg locked there and, with his other arm, he pushes himself off the mattress and braces himself above me. The muscles in his biceps bulge and strain, but his face is all soft pleasure. He lets out a low, guttural groan and fucks me hard. Harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. Using my body exactly as he wants. And I take it. I take it all. I meet his violent thrusts, lifting my hips to accept him in, rewarding him with the noises I know all these alphas love.
“Such a good omega, such a good omega,” he murmurs and these words of praise are enough to send me soaring. The unbearable pain in my gut morphs into pleasure.
