Page 47 of Stream Heat (Omega Stream #1)

“Are you sure?” he murmured.

“I’ve never been more sure.” I wasn’t sure I’d ever been sure of anything else in my life.

Reid’s hands found the bottom of my shirt, waiting. “Can I take this off?” he asked. Like I was a painting behind glass.

“Please.” The word was sharp, immediate. Desperate.

He didn’t rush. He peeled my shirt away as if it might bite him; slow, gentle, deliberate. When he unclasped my bra, hands just barely trembling, my skin stung where the straps slid down. Suddenly I was bare, and nothing in the world felt more real. For a heartbeat he just stared.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said on a groan. The sound completely wrecked me.

I reached for his shirt, knuckles brushing his stomach as I dragged it upwards.

I wanted to see him, all of him. He pulled it over his head and his muscles rippled under my hands.

Close. I pressed my mouth to the line of his jaw, the small dip above his collarbone, the center of his chest like I was branding him.

Clothes were just gone . I barely registered the order, pants first, then mine, underwear stripped and tossed without a thought. The air hit my bare skin, but it was his heat, his scent, that had me shivering.

He loomed over me, chest rising hard, eyes almost black as he dragged in a slow inhale. His jaw clenched, like he was fighting something I wasn’t sure I wanted him to win against.

“You’re already shaking,” he rasped, voice so low it scraped over me. His nostrils flared. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” I breathed, the words tumbling out wrecked and needy. “Touch me, Reid. Please.”

That single word, please, snapped something in him.

He was between my thighs in the next heartbeat, hauling them over his broad shoulders like they belonged there. His hands were iron on my hips, holding me still while his face lowered until his breath warmed the slick heat of me.

“Sweet Kara,” he growled, scent flaring so sharp it made my head spin. “You’re drenched for me. Dripping.”

His mouth closed over me in a rough, claiming lick that made my hips jerk. I fisted my hands in his hair, not sure if I wanted to pull him closer or anchor myself from flying apart. He groaned into me, the deep, vibrating sound sending a shock through my core.

Then his tongue found my clit and circled, slow at first, like a predator savoring the hunt, before he sucked hard enough to drag a cry from me. My thighs trembled against the sides of his head, but he didn’t relent. If anything, he pushed in closer, almost frantic.

Two thick fingers slid into me, curling until I arched off the bed, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

“You taste like you’re begging to be knotted,” he rasped against me, the words sending heat straight through my spine.

“Reid–” My voice cracked. “I need you inside me.”

He lifted his head, lips slick, pupils blown so wide they swallowed the color of his eyes. His scent was thick in the air now, wild and consuming. “You’re getting me,” he promised, voice a low growl. “Every fucking inch. My knot. My claim.”

He crawled up my body in a single fluid motion, bracing over me. The heavy length of him dragged against my slick entrance, and the sheer heat of it made me gasp. His forehead dropped to mine, breath harsh.

“Condom?”

“Clean. On birth control. You?”

“Clean. Rutting. I’m not pulling out.” The way he said it was pure instinct, not a question.

I could only nod, already lost. “Do it. Please.”

The second the word left my lips, he slammed into me. One deep, brutal thrust until he was buried to the hilt, the stretch almost too much, almost unbearable, and then perfect.

“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes closing for a beat. “You’re made for me. For this.”

He started to move and there was no slow build, his hips snapped into mine, sharp and deep, driving the air from my lungs each time. The thick swell of his knot bumped my entrance with every thrust, teasing me, threatening to push in.

“You smell so fucking good,” he panted, rut pouring into every motion now. “Gonna knot you so deep you won’t take another cock without thinking of mine as well.”

My nails dug into his back. “Do it. Knot me, Reid. I want it.”

“Beg,” he growled, slamming harder. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I want your knot,” I gasped, hips chasing every thrust. “Please, Reid. Fill me. Knot me.”

That was it. The last shred of control burned away.

He drove into me with a force that rocked the bed, the headboard banging against the wall as the pressure at my entrance stretching, burning, until the thick swell breached me.

I cried out, the sting instantly swallowed by molten heat as his knot popped inside.

He roared, a raw, feral sound, and came hard, pulsing deep. Each hot spill made his knot swell tighter, locking us together, forcing my body to milk every drop. The fullness was overwhelming, primal, and it broke me.

I shattered around him, clamping down so hard he cursed against my neck, his hips jerking in shallow, instinctive thrusts. His teeth grazed my skin, hovering on the edge of a claim bite he wasn’t supposed to give.

“Mine,” he snarled, grinding the knot deeper, keeping me right there on the edge of overstimulation. “Gonna keep you like this. Dripping around me. So full no one else could even try.”

He reached between us, fingers finding my clit, and the overstimulation was blinding. I came again, writhing, helpless, every nerve on fire while he rutted through it, his knot dragging inside me with every shallow grind.

I hooked my legs around him, pulling him impossibly closer, desperate for more. “I love you,” I stuttered. “Reid, I love you so much.”

He faltered, just enough that I noticed, then found a new rhythm. Deeper. Harder. All with his knot still stretching me.

“Say it again,” he whispered, wrecked.

“I love you.”

He thrust harder, lost in it. “God, Kara. Been dreaming of this. Of you. For months.”

We were both close, I could feel it in the way his thrusts stuttered, in the frantic tightness winding through me.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped, voice almost gone.

I reached for my clit, fingers shaking, and barely circled it more than a few times before I shattered. The orgasm hit me full force, violent and blinding. My whole body clamped around him, and I screamed his name.

Reid broke with me, hips snapping, cock pulsing as he came, everything pouring into me. He bit down on my neck, not hard enough to claim me, but hard enough that I knew he wanted to.

We collapsed together, a mess of sweat and tangled limbs, both of us breathing like we’d just barely survived something.

He kissed me, soft at first, then everywhere, the side of my face, my jaw, my shoulder. Like he needed to memorize me with his mouth.

“I’ve never felt anything like that,” I said, still shaking.

Reid’s fingers skated down my spine, gentle now. “Me either. That wasn’t instinct. That was us.”

He pulled me close, so close there was no space left, and for once, I wanted it. I wanted him. As we lay in the dark, skin sticky against skin, I knew I’d never let myself forget the way he looked at me. The way he touched me. The way, just for a moment, nothing else in the world mattered.

We didn’t speak for a while. Just held on, letting our hearts slow, our bodies tangle together in the dark.

And after a bit, Reid pressed a kiss to the place on my neck where a bondmark might go, but he didn’t bite. Not yet.

But the promise was there all the same.

I rested my forehead against his. I could have stayed like that, breathing him in, forever. “Reid, I want you to know…what I feel? It’s real, too. Not just gratitude. Not biology. It's a choice. I choose you. I love you. I didn’t just say that because I was horny.”

He grinned, but there was steel behind it. “And I choose you. No matter what happens when the story hits, no matter what comes next, I love you.”

Voices drifted up from the kitchen, reminding us of the food we’d abandoned. There probably wasn’t any of it left now between Theo and Ash. The two of them could eat like there was a whole army inside them.

“Ready for the aftershock?” Reid asked, taking my hand in his and kissing my knuckles.

“Ready,” I answered, meaning it more fully than I had in weeks. There was bound to be some kind of reaction to Reid and I having sex, I just wasn’t sure what exactly it would be. I had to trust in the pack though.

“Reid, before we go down, I need you to know…” I paused and took a deep breath before the rest of the thought came out in a rush of words.

“I want the others too. I want all of you. I know that’s selfish of me, I know that I’m messing with the pack dynamics, but I can’t help it.

I only feel complete when you’re all around me. ”

“I know. We all do. And we all want you. You’re our Omega, Kara.” His words sent a spike of lust through me. His nostrils flared and a wicked grin curved his lips. “You like that? You want to be this pack’s Omega and be worshipped by all of us? Because that’s what you’re going to get.”

I nodded and swallowed hard. It wasn’t something I could allow myself to put into words, not yet, at least. But now that I was accepting the fact that I was an Omega, and learning to live with that biology, I wanted to be their Omega.

When we got down to the kitchen Theo, Jace, Ash, and Malik were all already there, devouring the grilled cheese sandwiches that Reid had made before we got distracted.

I had no doubt that they’d been drawn by the smell of food and the knowledge that the world was about to change and we were all in the blast radius.

“How’d the interview go?” Malik asked, biting into a sandwich like it might bite him back if he didn’t act fast. All of their gazes darting between me and Reid and no doubt taking in the scent of sex that clung to us both.

I really should have showered before I came downstairs.

Though something in me bristled at the idea of washing Reid’s scent off, and I knew he would feel the same way.

He may not have claimed me with a bite, but he had claimed me in every other way that mattered.

“Really well,” I told him, keeping my hand where it was, in Reid’s. I didn’t care if the others noticed or not. “Sarah dug deep, but she was fair. I think the piece will open some eyes about what was actually happening in the industry.”

“When do they run it?” Theo wanted to know, though his gaze was locked on my hand in Reid’s.

“Seven o’clock tonight. We have a few hours to brace ourselves.” I hoped the fallout from the article wasn’t too bad, but mostly all I could think about was that I hoped the rest of the pack could accept what had happened between me and Reid.