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THIRTY-NINE

I can’t seem to let go of Stacia even after we enter the safety of our home. My grip on her is secure, as is hers. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, and my alpha is satisfied and sedated by her touch.

Ciro was the quietest he’s ever been as he drove us home. He kept giving us cautious glances in the rearview mirror as we sat together in one seat, forgoing the seat belt despite his protests.

He’s still giving us that same cautious look as the front door closes. “How do you feel?—”

I ignore his question, turning down the hallway.

He says something behind me, but I can’t hear him.

I’m focused on getting us somewhere secure, somewhere comfortable.

Her scent clogs my nose before going right to my dick.

It’s feverous, the way I’m feeling mixed with the delicate fragrance of her lavender perfume.

I’m so enamored with her after her feral spell.

I want nothing more than to alleviate some of those extreme emotions stirring within her. Within me .

I have tunnel-vision until we get to my room. I close the door and pull back the comforter to place her underneath it. Whenever I try to pull away, she gives a whine that shoots straight to my heart. I kick off my shoes and slide under the covers with her, holding her as close as I can.

I’m not sure how long we lie like that, both of us trying to satisfy the deep ache inside us.

It feels like it’ll never go away. My very being is now attached to hers, and the only way I’ll ever feel secure is if she agrees to stay with me always.

It’s insane, maybe borderline psychotic, but my alpha is demanding it.

He wishes she’d elongate her neck to us so we can claim her and mark her as our omega wholly and completely.

“Alpha.” The hummed word makes me flinch.

The silence had seeped into us, and I almost forgot that we had the ability to speak.

I look down, our bodies welded together close and snug.

Her lids are heavy, and her perfume hits my nose just as she rakes her nails over the skin of my neck.

It sends a shiver down my spine and causes a groan to escape.

“Is everything okay, Stacia?” I ask, trying not to be overcome by her erotic scent when I’m not sure what’s going through her head.

If only we could hear each other’s thoughts, know every emotion so that there will never be any uncertainty again. My beast wants that. He craves it.

She gulps, now looking nervous. The expression wrinkles up her forehead. I reach up and gently caress my thumb over them, coaxing her muscles to relax under my touch. She heaves a small sigh and looks at me once more.

“My omega… she needs you. I need you.”

Her confession is barely a whisper, but it soars through me like a bomb. I place my lips onto her, our kiss soft and intimate. My alpha finally settles, an unruly happiness taking place inside me.

Our clothes come off in slow motion, both sets of lips exploring one another in earnest. I can’t get enough of her, of her taste.

Her skin is salty and sweet at the same time, and I relish in it as I travel from her neck to her collarbones to her bare breasts.

She gasps as I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking it steadily as her fingers lace into my hair.

“Alpha, fuck me,” she says, a tiny moan falling as I lick circles around her. Her soft hand finds my cock, stroking it mindlessly. “Please get inside me.”

I don’t have it in me to deny her anything, nor do I want to. I wrap her legs around my hips, my cock throbbing at the proximity of us. I have to calm myself before I stroke my cock and place it at her entrance. Her gaze never leaves mine as I finally ease inside her.

We come together so easily, it leaves me breathless.

Her eyes flutter shut at the torturous drag, a long sigh coming from her as my hips meet her pelvis.

I pause, trying to memorize the feeling of her around me.

It’s the best sensation in the entire world, and I pray it’s something I get to experience for the rest of my life.

I pull back and thrust back in, starting a slow pace as I move in and out of her. Her fingers grip my biceps, clutching on tightly as I fall into a beautiful rhythm that leaves us both voracious.

“Angel. You were made for me.” She moans in my ear, her pussy clenching around my cock tightly.

Our breathing harmonizes as we continue to move in rhythm, slow thrusts meeting as a feeling I’ve never felt before begins to build inside me.

There’s this fondness that is too delicate to touch; I fear that it will break under my fingertips.

Emotion hits me deep, threatening to spill off my lips.

I have it in me, I can feel it. Those three little words.

But I won’t say it this soon, or in the heat of the moment, not when my omega is already so finicky with herself and what she deserves.

I’ll hold onto it, cherish it. I’ll acknowledge the emotion, recognize the power it has over me, but I’m not going to say it until it feels right.

“Holy fuck, Atlas,” she murmurs, her tiny pants stimulating my every sense.

I feel her slick gush around me, my self-control becoming harder to grasp. “You’re so fucking wet. You’re soaking me. Are you going to come for me, Omega?” She whines in response, her head nodding as she wraps her arms around me.

I place my hands on the back of her thighs and push them upwards, spreading her further for my thrusts as I finally quicken my pace.

The change in angle causes us both to groan, the tip of my cock hitting her in just the right spot every time I meet her hips.

She’s incoherent now, her toes curling as her body starts to clench.

After a few more moments, her entire body seems to snap, her cries heightening as she spills all over me.

“That’s it, Omega. Good fucking girl.” I grit my teeth, holding back from my orgasm as I fuck her through her climax. “I’m going to fucking come. Can I knot you, baby?”

“Yes! Yes, fucking please .” I push into her on the next thrust, our bodies aligning perfectly as my knot inflates, my cock flooding her with steady spurts.

I curse the whole way through, my body emptying everything into her as she gives a high-pitched gasp.

I’ve never felt anything like it. I rut into her, my hands anchoring her to me as I lose myself to the pleasure.

She meets me thrust for thrust. I reach down, my thumb gently rubbing her clit as she clenches tighter, the sounds coming out of her extravagant and beautiful to my ears.

“What the fuck,” she squeals, her body pulling taut before releasing. She cries out, this climax more fierce and uncontrollable. It makes my cock pulsate as another wave of ecstasy flows through me.

Our bodies keep moving together slowly, pulling every bit of pleasure out of each other. Once I feel like I can’t bring her any more satisfaction, I relax onto her. She wraps her arms around me, catching her breath before placing a kiss to my hair.

“Atlas, what the fuck,” she says again, which causes me to chuckle under my breath. She hears me, joining in as my hand roams over her, not willing to give up its exploration yet. “That was amazing.”

“Yes, it was,” I sigh, moving some of her hair behind her ear. “It was fucking incredible.”

She rests her head on mine, and I realize my alpha is finally quiet in my chest. I feel whole, my omega as close to me as she can possibly get.

I flex myself, causing her to clench once more before she laughs and slaps my shoulder.

“You’ve destroyed me. I need at least a few hours before we do that again. ”

That makes me smirk in her chest, wrapping my arms around her. “That’s fine. As long as you know we’ll be doing that again.”

She playfully rolls her eyes before closing them, prompting me to close my own. It feels good, safe. It feels like we’re two people finally meeting in the middle, and I am ecstatic.

There’s a calm surrounding us as we lie there, absorbing each other’s warmth. Her head fits perfectly in the crook of my neck, and my hand finds a home in her hair, delicately lacing through the strands as her steady breathing echoes my own against my chest.

I always thought our first time would be explosive like other scent matches, fast and desperate and all-consuming. But it was slow, passionate, and so fucking memorable. I’ll think about this time with her until the day I die.

There’s a thought nagging me, pushing along the side of my brain. I don’t want to pop this little bubble of serenity we’ve created, but the worry throws that caution away.

“Stacia,” I whisper her name, killing the silence.

She looks up, roams my face, and swallows thickly. “What’s wrong?”

I caress her cheek before speaking my piece. “I think you should get a restraining order.”

Her eyebrows move up slowly in her tired state. “Okay,” she starts, thinking it through. “But… what about your games? I want to support you.”

I nod. I thought about that, too. “What’s important to me is your safety.

You and Ciro can watch them remotely for now.

We know you care about us and want to support us, but we have to sacrifice this.

Protecting you is the priority.” Her eyes gleam over, and I brush away the tear threatening to fall.

“Besides. There’s only a month or so left depending on how far we make it in the conference.

He didn’t declare for the draft. You’ll be able to see me play again, just at a much larger scale. ”

She nods, thinking it through. “Okay,” she agrees, rubbing my chest. I close my hand over hers before squeezing it. “But that means I won’t miss any future games. Not even an away game, so be prepared for that.”

My heart swells. That means she’s thinking about the future, a potential future with us .

“I’m sure the guys won’t mind taking turns traveling and sightseeing with you. That sounds like an absolute dream.”