Page 24 of Bewitched

J axon sucked in a breath, and his fingers spasmed over her hips. He looked away from her and back again. He opened his mouth, but, for once, nothing came out. He was speechless.

She never thought she’d see the day.

Layla pressed herself against him, her face close to his, breathing in the same air. She put her arms around his neck, holding tight — her breasts against his warm chest. She touched his throat, finding the scent gland under the right side of his jaw, and then slid her fingers down to the crux of his shoulder, touching the spongey mating gland.

He shuddered under her and took in a shaky breath. “Layla,” he warned.

Her hands shook. “Do you think I’m lying to you?”

He breathed in through his nose, scenting her when he couldn’t trust her words. “No. You’re not lying, but I’m not a beta.”

“I know.” She laid her head against his chest, listening to his heart. The rapid beat gave her the courage to turn her face up into his neck. She could smell him better there, cinnamon and musk, spice and sour sweat.

He put a hand on the back of her neck, holding her against him. “I’m not a tame animal that you can pet and leash.”

A smile tugged on her lips at his bold warning. “I’ve known you long enough to know that. I want to be your Omega.”

Layla could feel his cock harden under her, and her core clenched wantonly. It had been several long months where he had only held her close during the night, his mouth on her mating gland, making her squirmy and wet, but he hadn’t attempted to mount her again, only slipping his fingers between her legs and rubbing her clit until she screamed into his mouth. He’d rut against her hip, breathing in her scent. She’d tremble, waiting for him to press for more, but he never did.

She didn’t understand why he didn’t want more. She would have given it to him, but Shera’s accusation seemed to have disturbed him more than he let on.

She stared into his eyes and rocked her pelvis against him. It felt deliberate and awkward, like some unnatural play-acting — not like when she was in heat when they moved as one. She slid her core over his cock, undulating her hips against him. He groaned and bucked up into her.

“Shit,” he cursed. He put his hand around her throat, his fingers twitching, trying not to squeeze. “Mine.”

“Yes,” she said. She squeezed her knees against his thighs. “I was thinking about you today. I wanted… I wanted to touch myself, but you said… you told me to, uh…”

His eyes widened. “I told you not to touch yourself. Is that it?”

She nodded and met his eyes for an instant before looking away.

He stroked her hip. “Did you need help now?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

His fingers tensed on her throat, and she ground her wet center against his cock. Slick soaked through her pants and dampened his own.

“Stop. Be still,” he said.

Layla moaned as she stopped moving and closed her eyes, concentrating on his words. She shuddered and trembled. She was doing this by herself, on purpose. No heat or strange feelings were making her want him like this. It was her own thoughts and actions. Years of denial and want finally under her control.

He slipped his hand into her tight leggings. She could hear his fingers slide through her wetness as she felt him graze over her clit. She gasped and rose up on her knees to escape his fingers.

“Shh, don’t run away.” He pushed her down lightly.

“I’m… Alpha, please.”

“Back down, Omega.”

She snarled at him, but she sunk down, his fingers entering her as she did.

It wasn’t all one smooth motion. She jerked up again when his fingers moved inside her, but she took a deep breath and went again. Jaxon praised her in quiet whispers, swiping his thumb over her clit.

She moaned and panted in his ear as he opened her up and soothed her nerves.

He grabbed her hips to lay her on her back, but she pushed him back to sitting. He went easily with only a small, aroused growl.

“I need it like this,” she said.

Jaxon nodded and grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt, pulling it up and off, and then her undershirt.

Layla slid to the side to kick off her leggings, which wasn’t going well at all until Jaxon pulled them off her feet along with her panties.

“Shit,” she whispered. “Did that kill the mood?”

“No,” he snapped and pulled her on top of him again and proceeded to fumble in getting his own belt unbuckled.

She quickly helped him, pulling out his cock and gripping it tight. Jaxon groaned and rolled his shoulders into the back of the couch.

He reached for her again, his fingers dipping inside her. “What do you want, kitten?”

She burned — her blood and her skin both. She needed him to touch her. She needed him inside her. “Alpha,” she begged. “Please. Fuck me.”

He lifted her, steadying her on her knees.

“Do you want something inside you?” he asked in a rough growl.

She nodded frantically. She needed him. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment, but damn, she needed him. His cock pushed against her core, not quite pressing inside.

“Your turn. Show me how much you want it.”

She sank down and cried out. It had been too long, and he was huge. He felt even bigger outside of the haze of heat. She bit her lip and sank further onto him. Her insides pinched.

She bit her lip. She needed him to touch her scent glands. She needed him to make her calm and relaxed and at ease. “Help,” she peeped.

“No,” he said. “You can do it yourself.”

She tensed at his reprimand, but he was right. His hands stroked down her sides — soothing but refusing to do more.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her face into his neck. “Ah, ah. Jaxon,” she whispered.

“Shh, good girl,” he said. “Up a little and down again.”

She moved as he instructed, but he didn’t try to help her, letting her do all the work of fucking him. Breaking herself open, making room. Possessing him. Holding him. Arousal simmered under the pain, then through it and over it. She relaxed as she continued to move smoothly up and down, rocking against him.

She pumped up and down, and he began to move with her, his hips pushing up into her. She panted as she moved. It was far more of a workout than she expected. It felt good. Oh so good.

He pulled her down again, and she felt his knot press against her. How was that supposed to fit inside her? “Oh.”

“Shh,” he begged. He held her still as he moved, friction and pressure driving her to madness. She dug her fingernails into his shoulder and pushed down harder until he was completely sheathed within her. She gasped, and he groaned.

“Layla,” he panted.

She kissed him. Her name. It was all she ever wanted from him. She needed to be more than an omega. She needed to be more than a body and pheromones that drove him crazy. He was more than that to her.

Jaxon nuzzled her neck, licking at her mating gland, but she grabbed his hair, pulling his head to the side. She found the mating gland at the apex of his shoulder with her mouth. He tasted like burning.

“Fuck. Fuck.” He slammed into her harder, nearly dislodging her from his lap.

“Mine,” she grunted. He belonged to her.

Layla bit down. Fire and blood sizzled across her tongue. She groaned, and Jaxon may have screamed. She couldn’t tell. The cinnamon of his pheromones burned through her, making her tremble, and she squeezed his hips between her knees.

She ground against his cock, her clit against his pubic bone.

Jaxon groaned and wrapped his arms around her. “Yes, fuck. Thank you. Fuck. I love you.”

She bit down harder. He loved her. It was true. It was more than just hormones. They were together. Mated. Alpha and Omega.

Layla groaned, her insides spasmed, locking onto his knot. Sparks flashed behind her eyes, and her whole body seized in a waving stretch of heat. She screamed and undulated against him, rubbing her clit against him until the feeling broke apart and drifted down to her body, Jaxon’s arms clamped tight around her.

She released him and leaned back in his arms. He looked shell-shocked and awed. She tasted blood, and it dripped down his chest. She’d bitten too hard. She touched his neck. “Sorry.”

“Fuck that.” He pulled her in for a kiss, blood smearing between them. Iron and cinnamon. His hips ground up into her. She felt him cum again, his seed filling her.

“I can feel you,” he said into her mouth. “Oh, damn me.” He laid his head on her breast. “I didn’t think it would feel like that.”

“What does it feel like?” she asked. Her chest ached in painful joy, his emotions.

“You’re tired. You’re worried.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. A bolt of terror shuddered through her. Maybe knowing what she felt was too much. He’d hate her for it, but she tried to shove it down — not let it take over. She loved him. She enjoyed his company. She was lonely when he was gone.

His lips twitched up. “You like me.”

“Yeah,” she agreed again. “I’m sorry if that wasn’t clear.”

“You can’t get away from me now.” Blood smeared his mouth and into his short beard. His scars were strangely pink and pale, while his face was red with exertion. He looked like a monster.

“I don’t want to.” She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. She ran her hands over his tattoos, stroking over the three-headed dog’s heads. “Can you feel that too?”

“Yes,” he said.

She curled against him for a long moment, feeling his warm skin against hers. Her stomach cramped softly. She grimaced. “Are you still coming? You’re going to ruin the couch.”

“You shouldn’t have tried to breed me on the damn thing,” he said lazily.

She laughed. “It’s my fault?”

“You use your teeth; you get the knot.”

The feeling in her chest was thrilling, happiness and joy. Something that couldn’t be anything but love. He loved her. Not just because she was an omega, and he owned her. He loved all the broken pieces that came with her.

It seemed that it didn’t matter much what kind of person she was; whether she was a beta or an omega, he loved her as she was. She sighed and relaxed against him, letting him wrap his arms around her and hold her.

“I love you,” Layla whispered.

“You too, kitten.” Jaxon kissed the top of her head and purred.

~THE END~