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I don’t put her down when I unlock the door or take us upstairs. I can’t. Not when every step closer to the nest has this energy winding around us. Tension we’ve been ignoring while Daphne licked her wounds. Now that things are settled, it needs to be released and I’m all fucking for it.

It feels like I’ve been dreaming of having her my entire life and now there are so many things I want to do.

Outside our room, I pause. Giving her one last chance to say no. “Are you sure about this?”

Daph pinches my ass with an impatient growl. “Take me inside and fuck me, Nate.”

The door creaks open, then slams shut when I kick it. My hands tremble as I slide her down the front of my body, loving the feel of my omega against me.

That’s when I learn something important. In certain situations, Daphne has the willpower of a gnat, too.

The second her feet hit the floor, she shoves her skirt, leggings and panties off in one go, climbing right back up my body as soon as she’s free. Her fingers dig into my shirt, face darting to my neck where she licks a long stripe against my skin.

Anchoring her to my body, I walk carefully to the bed. The last thing I want to do is send my omega tumbling. Every step moves her cunt against my fingers, and she pants and moans with each graze. By the time I perch on those fine sheets, Daphne’s thighs drip with slick.

“Are you needy, baby?”

“You made me wait.” Daph grinds on my cock, hands groping for my belt like she can’t stand another second without me inside her. It’s a flashback to her heat, where she was all need, all desperation.

“You want my knot, kitten?” She nods so fast curls fly everywhere. Leaning back onto my hands, I lift my hips enough for Daph to get the message. “Take it out.”

Lithe fingers work my button, then zipper, stroking along the curve of my contained cock. It’s a tease for both of us and when I lift my hips into her touch, she rips my jeans down, dropping to her knees so fast I’m still mid-lunge to catch her when she swallows me down.

“Jesus!” There’s no lead-up, no finesse. My dick’s barely out, yet Daph doesn’t seem to care. She’s driving me wild, fisting my knot, squeezing until I whimper at the exquisite pleasure. Thatwarm, wet mouth sucks my tip like it’s going to steal every bit of cum from me just like this.

Chaos with the woman of my dreams.

“Need to be inside you, kitten. It’s been too long.”

She nods, eyes getting frantic, but she doesn’t move from the floor. Doesn’t stop sucking. That telltale spark of heat starts in my spine, my balls tightening as Daphne wrings every ounce of pleasure from me.

No. Not like this.

I make a split-second decision and grab her gently by the neck, pulling her off my cock. A string of saliva connects us, and I’m so hypnotized watching Daph lick her lips, bringing the taste of me inside her, that I almost miss the tensing of her muscles as she lunges again.

My sweet little omega wants my cock in whatever way gets it to her fastest. I want her pussy wrapped around me, not her mouth. Only one of us is going to win this argument and it’s going to be me.

This is one of those moments where I’m glad to be as big as I am. While Daphne’s focused on getting that greedy tongue around me, I reach between her legs, palm her slick pussy and use that grip to lift her.

“No!”

“Hush,” I growl, dropping her onto my lap even as she fights to get down again. The hand around her throat twitches and she whines, hips rocking against me as I fist my cock, drag it against her clit and slide right inside.

I’m convinced that there’s nothing as good as being inside Daphne. Nothing as perfect as feeling my omega. As I push her down on my length, she stops fighting, mouth curved in a surprised ‘o’ as she squirms.

There’s no stopping my smirk as I guide our movement. “Is that what you need, kitten? Me inside this perfect pussy?”

“Yes.” There’s that breathy tone I’m already addicted to. The one that sounds like I’m the only thing she wants in the world.

“Are you sure? You wanted me to stop before.”

“No! Please don’t stop.” Her nails dig, body arching into mine. Even her pussy squeezes down on me, holding me right where she wants.

“I’m not going anywhere, kitten.”

Daph looks at me, eyes softening as she strokes a hand through my hair. “I know.”

The frenetic energy from before fades and we keep things slow, moving together like we’ve been lovers for years. A caress here, a sigh there. Shared breaths and soft, warm eyes connecting with mine. It’s intimate having her like this. Face to face, chest to chest, our hands roving each other like we can’t handle being more separate than we already are. This is how it’s supposed to be. Like coming home. Returning to ourselves.