Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(19)

Sudden possessive urgency bolted through me, my fingers digging into his back, mouth parting to claim his, to bite and lick, to pull him into me. His purr darkened and rattled, and I twisted until I felt the weight and ridge of his cock against my sex. He'd dressed me in a pair of silky, thin pajamas, and it was as if I could feel every thread of fabric that separated us, the faultless muffled outline of him.

Bear answered the kiss, tongue stroking against mine, plunging in the same rhythm of my arching hips. His hands slid down to my ass, and I gasped and surrendered as he ground me into him, purr rushing down my throat, right into my cunt. I whined as he pulled his mouth away, wet lips dragging against my cheek to tongue my ear. He was tugging me down and I moaned as a thick bulb of flesh fit between my thighs—his knot. He was pushing me against his knot, stimulating us both on the swollen base of his cock.

"Fuck me," I gasped. "Knot me."

Bite me, I thought, recalling my plan, although the words tangled on my tongue as one of Bear's hands slipped out beneath me to shove the door of the closet back and out of the way. My leg fell off the bed, and then he was there, rutting between my thighs, more fully plastered to my body. My nose pressed to the base of his throat, hands pawing at his bare back, down to the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing them aside to grab handfuls of his ass.

The muscles in my grip flexed, and we groaned together. I pushed and whined and writhed beneath him, Bear hissing as I yanked at his clothing, my own shirt riding up, until a wet kiss of precum soaked through my thin shorts.

"Bear, please!" I muffled the words against his neck. "I need you. I need your knot, alpha. I need…I need—"

Bear's pants were down, his hands were inside of my shorts, squeezing my ass, sliding between my cheeks, down farther until he found my dripping cunt.

"I need your bite!"

He froze, but only for a moment, and then snarled, dragging me back up to his chest. My head bumped against the interior of the closet, and I gasped as a hot tongue stroked up the length of my throat, once, twice, a third time.

I shuddered, my eyes wide, heart pounding. I'd been at the edge of an orgasm, and it only seemed to tangle tighter with Bear's mouth on my throat. I needed this. I needed him. He would keep me safe. He would protect me. He—

Bear's lips and teeth wrapped around my throat, tongue circling the oval of pressure, preparing me. I trembled, victory and—and—

Terror.

We stilled at the same time. My body was tight, preparing for the bite. I needed him.

I did.

Bear's tongue swirled again, and I shuddered with pleasure. His back trembled.

And then the pressure on my throat eased. Surprise and worry twined around me, but instead of making me more anxious, they seemed to calm me down. They weren't my emotions.

They were Bear's. I winced as he pulled away briefly, sighed as he kissed my throat.

Curiosity. Still worry.

The hand I bit found one of mine on his ass, pulled it away and tangled our fingers together, palms brushing and the scabs of my bite mark scratching me. I whined and squirmed, wanting to hide my face back into his chest, crawl away from the truth, what I'd already suspected and he certainly now knew.

"I'm gonna keep you safe, no matter what," Bear whispered, sitting up briefly, twisting to his side and wrapping us together. His cock was still hard and a little slick, pressing to my closed thighs. "As long as you need me, Butterfly."

I swallowed hard but Bear kissed me, a little nip on my bottom lip. Thick calm was replacing the curiosity, an intentional drug, but one I was grateful for.

"I didn't—There's a—"

Bear rubbed our palms together again, pulled our hands between our chests, his knuckles over my drumming heart. "There's something like a bond," he said.

"I didn't know it would happen," I rushed out.

"I didn't think you did."

My breath gusted out of me, body going limp, and Bear adjusted us again, sorting out my clothes first, and then his.

"But you are trying to get a bond bite so you have an alpha to protect you," Bear said.

He sounded calm, but whatever I'd created by biting his palm offered me a glimpse of hurt, disappointment.

"You. So I have you," I whispered.

"That's not how it's going to happen for you, Butterfly. I'm going to make sure of it, okay?"

I'd rushed it. Bear was a good alpha, which meant that he wasn't going to bite at the first chance. I hid my scowl against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me. He needed to want me as his omega, not just have the opportunity to get his knot squeezed. I'd messed it up.

"It's going to be okay," he said, kissing the top of my head, soothing my back with slow strokes of his hands.

The edge of the orgasm I'd missed out on now made me feel raw and temperamental. I wanted to ask Bear to leave the nest. I wanted to bite him again, because whatever this was—too quiet to be a real bond, but just enough to make us aware of one another—it was something, better than nothing.

I wanted to bite Bear because I needed him. I wanted him. Did he trust me less now that he knew what I was after?

He found my chin and lifted it, passed those slow soft brushes of his lips over my face again, and the anger softened. My headache faded into the background, and this time, I thought it probably was the ibuprofen.