Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(86)

"I'm fine, Butterfly, aside from how fucking badly I need to get inside you, hold you, make you mine," Bear purred.

Which was as convincing an argument as I required to join him in his nudity.

Bear grappled with me as I worked to undo my jeans, his hands joining mine, making the effort clumsier but more urgent with every scrape of his calloused fingers on my skin. His hand thrust down inside my open jeans, cupping me through my underwear, and I shouted, arching and riding that touch for a few weak thrusts before returning to the task of undressing.

I laughed, gasping as Bear ducked down, kissing my breasts through my bra as I tried to kick down the tight jeans and squirm out of the fitted legs. One arm ended up around his shoulders, and I wasn't sure if I was straining for balance or holding him to me. Probably both.

I'd never been with anyone often enough for them to really know me, know my body and how it responded. Bear, Chance, and King had learned more ways to get me desperate or make me come than I had on my own.

I ignored my socks and jumped free of my pants at last, Bear ready to scoop me up and hold me against his chest. He turned us toward the nest, one arm under my hips and the other reaching for the curtains.

"Leave them open. I want to see you," I said.

Bear grinned, waggling his eyebrows. "Don't have to ask me twice."

I squeezed my thighs around his hips as Bear ducked down, holding me steady and climbing into the nest. I took advantage of his focus being elsewhere to study his face and that milky, homey, sweet scent surrounding me. I closed my eyes and recalled the warmth of him the first night, the closeness and relief of him as he pet my back and let me ride him in the dark.

My instincts had driven me right into Bear's arms, the perfect shelter, the most worthy alpha.

"I love you," I said.

Bear's eyes widened and then we were falling over, landing in a heap on the mattress. He squashed me, and a laugh burst out with my whoof of breath.

"Shit, Butterfly, I—you—what?" Bear stuttered in a panic, tipping us over and then wrestling free of my arms to brace himself over me. His hair curtained down around his head, and he was stiff as I reached up to pull it to one side so I could see him.

"I love you, alpha," I repeated, a little shy of the words but determined to offer them, in spite of him practically dropping me. "You smell and feel and taste like home to me. You are my home, and you have been since the beginning."

Bear's breath rushed out of him and he sagged slightly, just enough for me to stretch and press our skin together. I still had my bra and underwear on, but I figured wrestling out of them at the moment would be a little distracting for Bear.

I raised my eyebrows in his answering silence. "Is that…okay?"

Bear shook himself, blinking. "Okay. Okay? I—"

He blinked once more and then dove down, mouth crossing over mine, hands traveling everywhere at once, squeezing my ass, petting my side, hooking my leg up around his hip, shoving my bra up to expose one breast.

"Love you too, Butterfly," he rumbled against my lips. He sat up just long enough to beam at me, let me catch my breath and start to smile back, and then he was sliding down, mouth latching onto my breast.

I moaned and arched into his lips, the soft scratch of his beard on my tender skin, the intense suction and flick of his tongue over my nipple. My fingers combed into his curls again, holding him in place. His hands tried to tug my underwear down, but with him lying between my legs there was no budging them out of the way, and I laughed and whined as he growled against my breast.

"Bear. Bear…Courtney!" I cried at last, catching his attention long enough for him to lift off my nipple, staring in a daze at me. I grinned. "You have to move if you want those to come off," I said.

He stared at me for a long moment, lids growing heavy and a slow, sly smile stretching over his lips. "No, I don't."

His fingers twisted in the sides of my underwear and the edges pinched against my skin for one breathless moment.

Riiiip.

I gasped, my eyes growing wide, and then Bear raised his hips just enough to shove the torn fabric aside. The crown of his cock kissed against the lips of my sex as we stared at one another, one brief and tender warning. And then Bear was plunging inside of me in one steady stroke.

A high, aching note rose up unbidden from my lips, and I bowed up, pressing my stomach to Bear's as his cock filled and stretched me, my body eager to accept what it loved at the basest and most primal level. Bear rocked, thrusting deep and long a few times before I felt the first hint of resistance, his knot thickening at his base. I dug my heels into the bed, trying to push onto him, and above me Bear chuckled.

"You get my knot when you get my bite, Butterfly. And I wanna fuck you for a bit first," Bear purred.

I glared up at him and he grinned back. I whined as he sat up, but the sound died as I watched the sunlight running through the window and into the nest kiss his honey warm skin, lighting up his smile. He shifted until he was kneeling, my body splayed out and pinned on his cock. It was explicit and exposing, and I reached for him.

"You're too far away," I murmured.

"Mm, for now. But I've thought a lot about this. Don't wanna steal Chance's spot on your throat," Bear said, brushing his fingers over the bruises Chance had left, marking me as his. I warmed at that, pleased that Bear would consider the beta's feelings on the matter, just as I would want. "And I know I told King to fuck off downstairs, but he's coming around. So it's gotta be a little private. Something to taunt him, but not the others."