Page 51 of Stream Heat (Omega Stream #1)
“Yes.” No hesitation. “Is that so wrong?”
The grin he gave me was wild and bright, part challenge, part promise. “It’s perfect. That’s what a real pack is supposed to be.”
He shifted me higher against the wall, his hands sliding over my hips, his scent spiking darker, hotter, until it wrapped tight around me like an invisible leash.
His mouth caught mine in a kiss that wasn’t a greeting, wasn’t even a question, it was a demand.
His tongue stroked deep, pulling soft whimpers from my throat, every brush of his lips making my body tighten.
We kissed until I was dizzy, until my hips rolled against him without thought. He growled against my mouth and started grinding, slow at first, the thick length of him pressing along my heat through the barrier of clothes.
“Oh my god–” I gasped, my head falling back against the wall.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my neck, inhaling deeply like my scent was the only thing keeping him alive. “Open for me. Fuck, you smell so good like this, hot and wanting and all mine.”
The grinding turned sharper, harder, each push making me gasp. His scent coated the air, curling inside me until my own rose to meet it, that Omega pull dragging us both under. I felt the twitch of him against me, thick and hard, and my hands fisted in his shirt, desperate for more.
“Tell me you want my knot,” he rasped suddenly, his voice gone so low it was almost dangerous.
My breath stuttered. “Theo–”
“Say it, Kara. Beg me for it.”
The words hit like a strike of lightning straight through me. “I want it,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Want your knot. Want you to fill me and keep me there until I can’t think about anything else.”
His growl was pure possession, rolling through the air like thunder.
Clothes became an afterthought, my leggings shoved down roughly, his joggers tugged low enough to free him.
The cool air kissed my bare skin before his heat took over, his hips pressing forward so the heavy length of him slid against me, bare to bare.
He didn’t rush that first push inside. No, he teased me with the head of him, dragging it through my slick, circling my entrance without quite breaching.
“Theo, please–”
He grinned like a devil, kissing me again, all teeth and tongue. “I love when you beg.”
Then he was inside me, one deep, driving thrust that seated him completely. The stretch was everything, sharp and perfect and so deep I saw stars. My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer still, greedy for more.
We froze like that for one breathless moment, just feeling . Then his hips began to move, fast, relentless, the force of each thrust pushing me harder into the wall.
“You feel, fuck, better than I ever imagined,” he gritted out, his forehead pressed to mine. “Suppression withdrawal, physical connection, all the research said it’d help. Guess they forgot to mention it’d ruin me for anyone else.”
“Trust you to quote studies while screwing me senseless,” I gasped, clinging to his shoulders.
“Multitasking,” he shot back, his grin flashing before his head dipped to my neck. He licked, tasted, growled low, then sucked hard enough to make my whole body jolt. My scent spiked again, sharp with need. He groaned like it was the purest drug he’d ever taken.
His hand slid between us, finding my clit with maddening precision. “Come for me,” he ordered, his voice raw.
I shattered, crying out against his shoulder, my body clenching hard around him. His control snapped instantly, his rhythm stuttered, his hips grinding deeper, harder, as if trying to fuse us together.
“Kara,” he panted, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I gasped, still riding the edge.
He held my eyes for a heartbeat, searching for any flicker of doubt.
When he found none, he kissed me hard and fast, his tongue mimicking his hips in my mouth and with his fingers at my nipples it sent another orgasm ripping through me.
His knot was building, I could feel the thick swell pressing at my entrance with every thrust, dragging me closer to another peak.
“Theo–” I whimpered.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “Take it. Take my knot. You’re not getting away.”
It pushed into me in a slow, stretching surge, locking us together so tightly I couldn’t move, couldn’t want to. The fullness was intoxicating, every nerve ending sparking as his knot pulsed deep inside me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect like this,” he rasped, his thumb circling my clit again. The added pressure tipped me into another orgasm, even harder, my walls gripping him in a way that dragged a broken sound from his throat.
He came with me, spilling deep, his hips pressed flush as the knot swelled to seal every drop inside. His growl was low and wrecked, vibrating against my skin, the sound of a man completely undone.
We stayed there, pressed to the wall, locked together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. His lips brushed my jaw, my cheek, my mouth, softer now, reverent.
“Mine,” he whispered. Then, quieter, raw and certain: “Ours.”
He held me there long after we’d finished, breathing hard, forehead pressed to mine, like he was trying to memorize the moment.
“Wow,” I said, once my brain was more or less functional. “That was…”
“Yeah,” he agreed, speechless in a way I’d never seen before.
When he finally set me down, we both winced a little, but neither of us let go for long. We fixed our clothes in wordless tandem, a new warmth humming between us.
Eventually Theo broke the silence, mischief coming back online. “Do I get to brag to Reid that I fucked you in the kitchen while he was upstairs being all responsible?”
I barked a laugh, too happy to care about the volume. “You’re impossible.”
“You love it.” He kissed me again, this time sweeter, almost shy.
I did. I really did. His energy, his chaos, the way he could pull me back from the brink. It made Reid’s steadiness more valuable, not less. And I could already feel it: each of them would give me something I needed in a way that didn’t take from the others. Like puzzle pieces, making a whole.
That was the secret, wasn’t it? Love wasn’t a zero-sum game. You didn’t have to ration it. It could grow. It could change. There could always be more.
Theo looped his arm through mine and pulled me toward the stairs, and I knew he was already plotting out how he’d drop the news on everyone else, as if they didn’t already know.
I let him plan, because for the first time since my life flipped upside down, I felt like maybe I could belong, not just as the weak link, but as a real part of something.