Page 30 of A Cobbled Conspiracy

I could tell it cost him—could see the tension in his movements, the way his hands flexed as if he wanted to reach for me, to take control. He moved deliberately, each shift of his weight measured to preserve the careful arrangement of fabrics. As he settled onto his back, his gaze tracked me, hungry and unblinking, while my fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt.

When we were both naked, I crawled into the center of my nest, the soft fabrics caressing my skin. He moved to follow me immediately, his alpha instincts driving him to cover me, to claim me, but I held up a hand.

“Wait,” I said, settling back against the pillows. “I want to look at you first.”

He stilled, his whole body taut with barely restrained need. His cock was already hard and thick, jutting from his body with an urgency that made my mouth water. But more than that, I could see the predatory focus in his eyes, the way he was tracking my every movement like he was preparing to pounce.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, reaching out to touch him. My fingers traced invisible patterns across his chest, skimming overthe firm planes of his abdomen, before trailing down to where dark hair framed the base of his straining cock.

“I need to touch you, Leo.” His jaw clenched, each word scraping like gravel between gritted teeth. “I need to be inside you.”

“And you will be,” I promised, spreading my legs slowly. I guided his hand between my thighs, the evidence of my arousal coating his fingers as they slid through my slickness. “But first, you’re going to promise that you’ll let me take care of you.”

He growled low in his throat, yanking his fingers away. I watched his hand flexing at his side as he fought the urge to simply take what he wanted. “Leo…”

“Come here,” I said gently but firmly, patting the nest beside me.

He immediately moved to cover me with his body, his alpha instincts driving him to dominate. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed, using enough force to make my point.

“Down,” I commanded, my voice carrying the same authority I’d used when I told him to get in my nest. “I said I’m taking care of you. Be a good alpha.”

The battle in his expression was fierce—exhaustion, need, and the desperate desire to claim all warring together. Finally, he allowed me to push him back against the pillows, though his hands immediately reached for my hips when I straddled him.

“I missed this,” he said, his voice rough and demanding. “Missed your scent. Missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I gasped as I reached for his cock, already leaking and desperate. “But you’re going to lie back and let me show you how much, right?”

He nodded, watching as I moved down his body, pressing kisses to his chest, his stomach, the sharp line of his hip. When I reached his cock, I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing the desperate need in his steel-gray eyes.

“Leo,” he breathed as I took him into my mouth.

I worked him slowly, savoring the weight and heat of his cock on my tongue, the way his hands fisted in my nest. Five weeks of separation made every touch precious, every moan a gift. I took my time, showing him with my mouth what I hadn’t been able to say during our forced separation—that he was mine, that I would never let anyone take him from me again.

“God, Leo,” he groaned, his voice breaking. “Your mouth… I dreamed about this every night.”

I pulled off him with a wet sound, looking up at his flushed face. “Tell me what else you dreamed about.”

“You, baby,” he breathed, his hands reaching for me. “Your tight ass around my cock, the way you get so wet and slick for me, the sounds you make when I’m buried deep inside you.”

I shivered at his words, getting wetter just from hearing him talk. “I want that too,” I whispered, moving to straddle his hips. “I want to feel your cock stretching me, filling me up.”

I positioned myself over him, already slick and ready, sinking down slowly until he was buried deep inside me. We both groaned at the sensation of being joined again.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his hands gripping my hips. “You’re so tight, so perfect.”

I began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had us both gasping. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked, rolling my hips in away that made him curse. “Your omega taking your cock, riding you in our nest?”

“Yes,” he growled, his voice rough. “I want this—want you to take what you need, baby.”

“I love when you’re inside me,” I gasped, my hands braced on his chest as I rode him harder. “Love how you fill me up so perfectly.”

“Always, baby,” he replied, his chest heaving with uneven breaths as his pupils dilated to black pools. “My perfect omega, taking my cock so well.”

The combination of his words, his touch, and the overwhelming sensation of being complete again pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry that was half pleasure, half relief, my body clenching around his cock.

The sensation triggered his own orgasm. His hips bucked upward, his muscles tensing beneath my thighs as warmth flooded deep inside me. A satisfied rumble reverberated through his chest, vibrating against my skin and sending electric shivers racing down my spine.

We collapsed together in my nest afterward, my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me like he was afraid I might disappear. The bond hummed with contentment, finally at peace after weeks of strain.