Page 13 of Red River (Eden’s Omegaverse #4)

Watching River truly submit was the sweetest thing ever.

His big, dark green-blue eyes were wide open, framed by those deep auburn lashes. His soft, warm lips were slightly parted, waiting for my kiss. I couldn’t get enough of the sight.

This time, I could feel his submission in an almost palpable way—not just in his body, but in his energy, his mind. There wasn’t a trace of hesitation. River finally wanted to be mine.

I savored the moment, drawing it out, letting myself bask in it. It felt like a long-held dream coming true—the dream of having him, claiming him. From the first time I laid eyes on that little omega, he was meant to be mine.

Slowly—so painfully slowly—I lowered my lips toward his, those soft, ripe-raspberry tasting lips. They were red, just like so many intimate parts of him. His nipples had the same flushed pink-red hue, and the edges of his entrance held that deep shade, creating a breathtaking contrast against his pearly white skin. It was impossible not to stare, not to be completely fixated.

River was truly a masterpiece of nature’s finest craft.

"Red River…" I murmured. "Everything sweet about you is red and pearly… and soon, it’ll all be mine. My ruby gem. My treasure."

River let out the softest, most enticing little hum, his eyelids fluttering. For a moment, I just watched him, admiring those long lashes—thick, like butterfly wings.

"You’re so beautiful," I whispered. "The most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen. I searched for another like you for years, but no one even came close. It’s always been just you."

River opened his forest-river eyes. "I don’t get it at all, Archer. I’m such a mess. I’m just… chaos."

"But I love your chaos," I murmured. "You’re like wild, rushing water—powerful, mesmerizing."

"But restless water needs a bank… to keep it flowing," he whispered. "You give me those banks, alpha."

"I love your vibrant energy, omega… you’re whole fiery red. My crimson River…" I whispered, pressing a soft, feathery kiss to his cheek.

"My energy… how can you love it? It’s so jagged, so uneven. Half the time, I’m just a ball of stress."

I lifted my head, gazing into his big eyes, admiring their unique color. "It doesn’t bother me. I accept you exactly as you are. Everything you call imperfect—I just call: the perfect you."

River closed his eyes. "I just… I wish I were perfect. Especially… a perfect parent."

I brushed my lips against his small nose. "What even is a ‘perfect’ parent? Some messed-up standard we’re all supposed to chase? You love your kids, and you do everything to keep them safe, as you see it. Everyone makes mistakes along the way, but that’s what makes it real. That’s what makes you real."

My lips moved down his jaw, along his chin. "…and it makes you so vulnerable."

"I need you, Archer," he whispered, as I traced soft kisses along his delicate collarbones. His voice was a quiet plea, his body shivering under my touch.

"This is what I want, Archer. I want you—more than anything in the world. I want to be yours. Fill me—no limits, no beginning, no end. Alpha and omega," he murmured, arching beneath me so beautifully.

My mouth found his red, berry-like nipples. I took one between my lips, sucking lightly, and River let out a sharp little gasp, as I hummed against his skin.

"You’ll be mine in just a moment. Just a little more patience," I whispered, moving lower, my mouth tracing over his stomach, where faint stretch marks told stories of the lives he had carried.

"You’re so fertile," I breathed.

River let out a soft, kittenish sound. "That’s… an interesting compliment. But I’ll take it. I want to be fertile for you. I want to give you children."

"You won’t hear a ‘no’ from me on that."

By the time I reached his cock, it was so stiff it almost felt like bone, wrapped in soft silk.

"What do we have here?" I teased, brushing my lips against the reddened head.

River let out a quiet, breathy whimper, his body still slightly arching.

I took him into my mouth, deep and slow, and his hands immediately flew to my head, like he wanted to stop me—but it was already too late. Two strokes, and his divine taste flooded my tongue. I had already pondered that before—the sweet taste—because so much had been said about a certain case that made a partner's semen taste like that, but I didn't want to overthink it.

"Oh, Archer… I love… I love this," he gasped.

"And you can have as much as you want," I murmured, savoring every drop as I licked him clean. For someone so small, River was impressively endowed. My tongue wrapped around him, gathering every last bit of his sweetness.

In the same time, my finger slipped between his thighs, gently tickling his perineum, and it was like I'd hit the jackpot. River writhed in pleasure, arching his back and instinctively spreading his thighs wider. His hips lifted slightly, giving me easy access. I leaned back, checking out his hole, which looked different now, all open and red, like a blooming flower. It was crazy how the same shade as his hair colored his intimate parts too.

I teased the tip of my tongue against his entrance, and River shuddered, mumbling incoherent words. My tongue circled around, driving him wild with ticklish pleasure.

"Please, please," he whimpered, but I wasn't gonna rush this. My body was screaming to dive into that red, juicy hole, but instead I just slid two fingers there, gently stretching him open. I knew River hadn't given birth in seven years and hadn't had sex in ages, so I could only assume, my monster cock might be a challenge for him.

"Please, oh, please," he purred as I swirled my tongue around, tasting his warmth and sweetness. River squealed, lifting his hips even higher, offering himself to me, his unhinged sounds turning me on. I added a third finger, and he arched, craving more. His hole was wet and hot, leaking slick that dripped down his cheeks. Then I found his prostate, swollen and ready.

"Please, please!" he breathed out, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

River was squirming on the blanket, his hips thrusting up and down as I massaged his enlarged prostate with slow, rhythmic pressure. It was definitely bigger, the swelling a clear indication that his heat was drawing near. Having been with omegas in heat previously, I recognized this as a sure sign. His dick was throbbing in sync with my touches.

River's breath hitched, turning rapid and raspy. I knew he was close to another climax, but I wasn't gonna let him get there alone this time. I wanted more—especially seeing his pearly body writhing in lust, yielding to me so damn thoroughly. I'd always been about total omega submission, never seeking casual sex with someone who wasn't a hundred percent into it. I needed that surrender. Though I'd compromised before in my search for River's doppelg?nger, but it never brought me fulfillment.

"Please, please," he kept pleading, but I was just getting started.

I lifted myself up, gazing at his face, which was flushed with desire, his cheeks burning bright red.

"It's not enough River, you're too tight. You'll feel discomfort…" I muttered, knowing that the preparation wasn't over yet. I added another finger, the fourth, but now carefully avoiding his prostate. I made circular motions around it, simultaneously stretching his entrance, widening it, making more room for my shaft, then pulling back when I felt a hint of discomfort in his energy. I took my time, gradually loosening and relaxing his muscles.

It was a thorough process and went on for quite a while—River was panting, his back arching constantly, his hands gripping the blanket tightly.

Eventually, I decided we could start, as my own control was slipping away. The way River was, his wild movements, gasps, and noises were making me see red, well, literally. So I grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer, then slid my hands under his buttocks, lifting them slightly to position him at the proper angle.

"Yes, yes!" River whimpered.

I leaned over him, looking into his eyes, which were hazy with desire. "Are you mine forever, omega?" I asked.

"Forever yours, alpha," he whispered back.

I pressed my erection against his rim, feeling the muscle's resistance. River's lips, red and moist, drew me in, so I leaned down to kiss him, tasting the sweetness of strawberries.

River's legs wrapped around my hips, and he breathed heavily, pulling me closer. His nervous, jerky movements led me deeper into his passage. All of his typical anxious energy had turned into a wild hunger for more.

"Alpha, alpha," he begged, his voice insistent.

I knew I had to take control—something was building inside me, a powerful urge to claim this little omega, his entire body radiating surrender. River bucked beneath me, his hands gripping my back, nails biting into my skin.

Restless like a turbulent river, he demanded I flow into him. With one powerful thrust of my hips, I breached his tight muscle ring. River cried out, but surprisingly, his hips lifted higher, meeting my thrust.

It was like he wanted to impale himself on my cock. I groaned, a rare sound for me during sex, as I usually stayed silent. My blood rushed to my groin, my dick on the verge of exploding. A bit surprised, I emitted a guttural moan, compelled by a strange, powerful force to go even deeper into River's passage, and then…

In that moment, everything crystallized.

A powerful wave surged through my body, and I climaxed—an electric shock like never before jolted across my abdomen and up, reaching my brain, so intense it nearly knocked me out. My spine arched into a ‘C’, my hips thrust forward, and my vision exploded into a kaleidoscope of electric rainbows.

Colors swirled around us, filling the flower-covered meadow, wrapping us in their glow.

The energy crackled in the air, little sparks flickering like static on dry sheets—tiny bolts of lightning swirling in a crimson vortex, mirroring the color of River’s hair and the wildflowers around us.

River let out a high, inhuman sound, his eyes wide and burning with red flames as he absorbed the incredible power that had just bound us together.

The energy of our Joining—our True Mate bond—had sealed us in an unbreakable connection, one that would last until the day we died.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" River gasped, blinking like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

"How is this possible?"

I could barely speak myself, still reeling from the aftershocks. My whole body was tense, buzzing.

Finally, I managed to croak out, "We’re True Mates."

River laughed—a desperate sound that quickly turned into sobs of relief, his emotions overwhelming him.

"True Mates!" he almost yelled.

"Yep!"

We just stared at each other, utterly shocked.

"Oh, Fate’s Mercy! Deep down, I’d hoped for it, but now… now that we know… everything will change!" He clung to me, his arms tight around my neck, pulling me closer.

At the same time, his hips moved slightly, massaging my shaft, and he moaned, "Please, make love to me," he whispered.

I was stunned. "Hey, wait! Not so fast! We just discovered we're True Mates!"

River was in a daze. "I know, but please, don’t stop. We’ll talk soon, but first, make love to me, Archer. Please, let me savor this…"

He was just unbelievable! I chuckled with a rough, low sound, but I didn’t need much encouragement, and also wasn’t up for a long chat mid-coitus. I started moving, feeling his small, trembling body beneath me.

"Yes, yes," River moaned as I thrust into him, feeling two-thirds of my cock diving deep inside, hitting his sweet spot. His fingers dug into my hair, pulling me closer, and I could sense his impending release, the pressure building in both our bodies.

I didn't need to warn him what was about to happen when I felt a familiar tingling in two places: in my shaft and… in my gums! I knew he was all in. I quickened my pace, feeling wild waves of energy coursing through me.

It felt like River and I were merging, our souls intertwining, becoming one—a single sphere of energy, tinged with River’s royal red. The color was intense, like life itself, like flowing blood. He saturated our bond with his vibrant hue, overpowering the scene, and I welcomed this crimson dominance with satisfaction.

Despite his small stature, River carried a fierce, spirited energy that perfectly complemented mine, infusing my very core with even more power and vitality.

Fate had been infinitely wise in pairing us—everything about him resonated with me. I needed him as much as I needed air.

My body, my very essence, recognized this truth, no questions. My mating fangs extended from my gums, and in one fluid motion, I sank them into his swollen neck glands.

At the same time, River’s teeth pierced my gland, slicing smoothly through the tender flesh.

But that wasn’t all—my body didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to gradually claim him. It wanted him whole, all at once. The characteristic tingling in my dick arose, and a minute later, we became bonded—not just by our teeth, but by my knot swelling, filling him while River let out a low rumble.

A powerful, deep satisfaction coursed through my body, and I knew River felt it too—his mind flooded with ecstasy, exhilaration, and pure joy. He was nearly consumed by these emotions, his nature as fiery and insatiable as his namesake, woven into his very essence. River’s energy surged through me like a force of nature, and I couldn’t imagine existing without him, not even for a moment.

We remained locked in a tight embrace, as I reveled in this discovery, tiny aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body, my hips making small, short movements despite the blocking knot.

River purred incessantly, his fangs still embedded in my gland, and I knew this bite would hold significance—for only True Mates could successfully mark each other outside of heat.

After what felt like an eternity of slow, deep sex, fully connected, we both climaxed again in a powerful orgasm that overloaded my senses on every level.

Finally, my fangs withdrew from his neck, and he did the same.

I lifted my head, peering into his face—flushed, glowing with a warm, fiery blush, happier than I had ever seen him before. That happiness changed his features, making him look younger, almost immediately transformed.

"You’re mine," River said with deep satisfaction. "Mine forever!"

I smirked. "Yeah, and it goes both ways—you’re mine too."

We just stared at each other for what felt like forever. Some people say you can’t look into someone’s eyes too long without getting hypnotized—maybe that’s what happened to us.

We just kept gazing, grinning, like we were silently saying, Well, damn, we kinda knew this all along, didn’t we? Like everything we had struggled with—the guilt, the doubt—was suddenly, logically explained.

It had always been the Pull of True Mates. Even before it could fully take hold, it was already working on us, subtly drawing us together.

"Crazy, right? I was six years old, and I already wanted to marry you, River. I guess my soul always knew."

"It’s even more crazy that I actually agreed back then," River chuckled. "Even though it made no sense at all for an adult! You’re right—our souls knew."

"But it all makes perfect sense now. Everything fits."

"The only thing I can’t wrap my head around is how we could have been separated for so many years. How was that even possible?"

"We’ll have to read up on it," I murmured. "But not right now. Let me just enjoy this moment. Let me enjoy you."

River sighed, the tips of his fingers skimming over my face.

"This… this is a miracle, Archer. A real miracle."