Page 9 of Operation: CuddleDom (The Port Haven Omegaverse #9)

JUSTICE

I groaned and stretched my arms out. They didn’t even skim the edges of the bed. It was really the only thing I had wanted when I moved in here. One fucking huge bed. Not on the floor, no walls closing in, just endless space.

My door clicked open softly. I sat bolt upright in the bed, panic drenching me, making me nauseous. It was familiar and dreadful.

“Mackenzie,” I whispered, relief instantly flooding my system when I recognized her silhouette.

She shut the door behind her, but for a second she was backlit and magnificent and very naked. Her curves made my mouth water, a primal part of my brain lighting up with need and possession. Mine. My omega. Flashing like red lights.

“Are you all right?” I said in a rush, scanning her for any sign of distress.

“Can I?” She tugged at the corner of my down comforter, her voice small and uncertain in a way that made my chest ache.

I tore it back and shifted over, making space for her, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. “Is Theo okay?” I asked, my protective instincts immediately kicking in.

“Yep,” she said softly, lying next to me.

I tucked the comforter around her as she snuggled into my chest. Her skin was warm against mine, her orange blossom scent wrapping around me like a physical thing.

My heart was still beating a mile a minute, but the second she put her head on my chest, relief washed through me.

The warmth of her body and aura soothed away the last tendrils of panic, grounding me in the present.

“Everything all right?” I asked again, running my palm down her back. It wasn’t that she was unwelcome in my bed, but just that she and Theo usually slept together, cuddled up in their nest. The deviation from routine made my engineer brain immediately search for problems to solve.

She huffed out an annoyed breath that tickled my skin.

“I feel silly,” she said, her voice muffled against my chest.

“About what?” I pulled strands of hair away from her face, letting my fingers enjoy the silky texture. Her hair always felt impossibly soft, like it wasn’t quite real.

“About feeling silly,” she said.

“You feel silly about feeling silly?” I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips.

“Yep.”

I knew I should sit up and have a proper conversation with her, but she slid her leg between mine and curled around me like a vine. The press of her breasts against my side made it hard to concentrate on anything but the feel of her.

“I want something and, I don’t know, I feel silly for asking for it.” There was an uncertainty in her voice that made me bristle. My omega should never feel hesitant to ask for what she needed.

“Well, considering that there probably isn’t a single thing you could ask for that I wouldn’t give you, I’m not sure I completely understand how that would feel silly.” I meant every word. I would tear down buildings for her with my bare hands if she asked.

She was quiet for a long moment, her fingers drawing absent patterns on my chest that sent electricity through my nerves.

“Before, you know, with Daryl,” she made a disgusted noise before continuing, “he hated it when I asked for things. Omegas are too needy.”

I took a slow breath, desperate to keep the rage down.

Red-hot anger burned in my gut, but I forced it back.

I didn’t want her feeling that in my aura.

Just the mention of that asshole’s name set me off, made me want to find him and tear him apart with my bare hands.

I was fucking with his digital life enough right now, I really didn’t need to bring that kind of violence into the physical plane.

“You and Ren,” she said, making a vague gesture in the air, “you’re just so different. Sometimes I don’t know how to, you know, do things.”

I nodded even though she couldn’t see it, my jaw tight with suppressed fury.

We’d been dancing along this fine line when it came to her ex-alpha.

She didn’t see things in that relationship as being abusive.

She just saw us as ‘different’, as she said.

Maybe I should talk to Ren about therapy.

I wasn’t sure avoidance would ultimately be healthy.

“Well,” I said, forcing my voice to stay light, “you could always try hinting at it, but Ren and I are kind of dumb. We might not get it.” She playfully swatted my pec as if I shouldn’t have called myself dumb.

“So maybe just say it. Tell me what you want.” I ran my palm down her spine, feeling the delicate bumps of vertebrae beneath her soft skin.

She picked her head up and looked at me. The blue light reflected in her hair, making her look like an anime drawing. Her eyes were dark pools in the dim light, her lips slightly parted.

She narrowed her eyes. I couldn’t tell in this light if she was annoyed or being playful, but either way, she was breathtaking.

“Cockwarming,” she said, her voice low and unexpectedly direct.

“I’m sorry, what?” My brain short-circuited for a moment, blood rushing said appendage so fast I felt light-headed.

“Cockwarming. That’s what I want, and I feel silly for asking for it.” Her eyes darted away from mine, that uncertainty creeping back in.

“You want cockwarming?” I questioned, my voice rougher than I intended.

She nodded. “Daryl didn’t like it. But I am,” she paused and licked her lips, the gesture sending a spike of heat through me, “sometimes I just need to be filled,” she said, little frown lines appearing between her eyes.

“Mmm. Omegas have needs,” I said around a smile, my body thrumming. The thought of being inside her, just there, connected in the most intimate way possible. Fuck, it was better than any fantasy I’d ever had.

“If you don’t want to,” she trailed off and pulled away, that vulnerability making my chest tighten.

I snatched her to me and rolled her over onto her back, pushing her legs open so I could fit between them. The movement was possessive, almost desperate. I didn’t think I could bear her leaving my bed right now.

I ground my hips into her so she could feel me getting hard, already aching for her. The soft gasp she made sent a shiver to my toes.

“I have a little confession,” I said, lowering my voice to just above a whisper, watching her pupils dilate in response.

“Oh?” she said around a little moan that made my cock twitch.

“I’ve never done it.” I felt oddly vulnerable admitting this, a rare moment of inexperience for me.

“Cockwarming?” she asked, her thighs tightening around me.

I nodded and pushed her legs a little bit wider, reveling in how she yielded to me. “It’s kind of intimate, you know? I was never with someone that I wanted to be like that with.” The admission felt raw, honest in a way I rarely allowed myself to be.

“And now?” Her voice was breathless, expectant.

“Oh, little omega. If I could be inside you 24/7, I would be.” The truth of it hit me hard. I wanted to be connected to her always, to feel her around me, warm and tight and mine.

She snorted and ground her hips against me. The friction made me groan, my hands tightening into fists.

“But you’re the expert here. You’re going to have to tell me how you want it.” I was desperate to give her exactly what she needed, to be what Daryl never was.

“Justice. It’s cockwarming. Not rocket science. You put your dick in me. I keep it warm,” she said, sounding very much like Theo when he was teasing me for being smart but kind of dumb.

“Yeah, but how do you want it?” I shifted my hips back and forth. When I hit the right spot, she gasped and arched her back slightly.

“Do you want me to fuck your brains out until you’re too exhausted to go on? You just fall asleep on my cock?”

She thought about that for a second as I rocked against her, or maybe she was just lost to the sensation.

I was still in my flannel pajama bottoms, the fabric getting soaked through with her slick.

The dampness against my skin was maddening, her scent filling my lungs with each breath.

I wanted to devour her, to lose myself in her completely.

My omega, asking for what she needed from me. Nothing had ever felt more right.

“Tell me how you want me, Mackenzie.”

She gasped but didn’t answer.

“Do you want my knot?” I asked her. “Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast?”

“No. Slow,” she said almost frantically, “I want to feel every inch of you.”

I let go of her long enough to drag my bottoms down my hips with my thumbs. The sudden coolness of the wet fabric made me shudder.

I marveled at her spread open on my bed. She was perfect. Her soft skin glowed in the light, the curls between her legs gleamed with slick.

I ran my hand up the back of her thigh, gently bending her knee and pushing it higher as I nudged her other leg to the side. She reached for me, her hands, both of them, wrapped around my cock. I sucked in a breath before pulling out of her grip. I moved her hands away.

“You want to be filled, Mackenzie?” I asked, kissing her fingertips. She made one of those cute little squeaking moans in reply.

“Close your eyes and focus right here.” I put the flat of my palm to her pussy and gently pressed down. “Feel how empty you are.”

She nodded and her eyes fell shut. She took a deep breath and squirmed under me. I pulled my hand away, and she groaned. I grasped my cock and used the tip to explore her. Dragging it up and down her slit, letting her feel me from the outside.

“Your slick is gorgeous.” I coated myself in her. It heightened every touch. I lingered at her entrance and watched her eyes flutter and her lips flush. She was the most stunning thing I had ever seen in my life. I eased into her, barely, little more than pressure at her opening.