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Chapter Twenty-Seven

T ossing down the gauntlet, I do my best to act cool as I walk out of the bathroom. Water from the shower and my slick combine to make me a soaking mess. I must look terrible, but the way Miller treats me makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Lust coils low in my belly, and my pussy thrums, needing to be filled by his enormous Alpha cock. While there’s some trepidation about his size, I’ve never felt more ready. If I push past all the denial and admit reality; I’ve wanted Miller from the moment I met him.

Way back when I was just a kid, he was the hottest guy I’d ever seen. Something inexplicable has always drawn me to the handsome athlete with sparkling blue eyes that change shades with his moods. Even though I wasn’t supposed to be, I’ve spent forever watching and observing him. Watching him be kind to everyone he passes, even fans when he wants peace and quiet. Seeing him draw strength from an endless well after his parents died.

And now, being in his private space has given me another piece of the Miller Phillips puzzle. A clear understanding of why he’s never dated a woman or joined my brother’s pack, even though he’s been invited countless times. Miller has never had the time or space for anyone but me—and this shrine to all my favorite things proves it.

Scent match.

His spacious bed comes into view, my half-finished nest laughing at me, but the urge to create it has passed. The spark burned out by my desire to be one with my Alpha.

Excitement races through me. His heat radiates against my back, and his feet slap the floor closer than I expect, making me pick up the pace. He’s seen every part of me now and had his hands on most of my body; nevertheless, the urge to dive under all the blankets is strong. Like maybe under there, my stretch marks will disappear.

“Fuck, Puff. Get on the bed and spread for me,” he demands, and I giggle, launching myself into the piles of softness. My wet hair slaps against the sheets, leaving a dark mark, but it doesn’t stay there long. Miller’s hand snaps out, fisting the locks, twisting them in his hand, then gently pulling my head back to expose my neck for his hungry mouth. His legs come down on the outside of my hips, and his other hand presses into the pillows by my face. Alpha energy crackles in the room, popping goosebumps along my arms and legs, and for the first time, I wonder if perhaps my teasing has pushed him too far.

But I’m not afraid—exactly the opposite. Caged by Miller, completely at his mercy, my skin becomes unbearably sensitive, every nerve ending ready for him to make me feel . To make me come. To make me his in every way.

The compulsion to surrender is so strong that I don’t question it. “Alpha,” I whine, baring my neck as far as it will go. His body drops lower, cock nestling in the crack of my ass, searing my skin like a brand. Being pressed into the mattress only heightens my arousal, and slick floods my core. Wantonly, I grind against him in slow circles, too turned on to stop.

With a long swipe of his tongue, Miller licks the side of my neck before latching on and sucking hard enough to wring a whimper from me. Every movement sends electricity zipping straight to my already throbbing clit, and my hips jerk violently, seeking anything to soothe the ache.

Growling, Miller lifts off me for a second, releasing my hair and tossing me onto my back like a ragdoll. His eyes are impossibly dark, the pupils dominating them with barely any of the blue irises visible. Something hard and thick slaps against my mound, and I glance down to see his angry red tip beading pre-cum. Slipping my hand between us, I grab his cock and rub my thumb over it to collect the liquid before bringing it to my mouth .

The second his flavor hits my tongue, my eyes roll back, and I savor every nuance of his flavor. The sugar, cinnamon, caramel, and fried dough. Like before, it causes his scent to enter my lungs, and I’m in heaven as it washes over me.

Scent. Mate. Safe.

The connection between us buzzes and hums, making everything right in the world. His pheromones and comforting presence replace my anxiety with a feeling of wholeness.

“Miller. Fuck me, please,” I beg, my lashes fluttering open. Deep concern creases the lines of his face, and his arms shake with the effort of holding back. I’m still caged below him, but I run my hands down his abs, reaching for his cock once again and letting my fingers circle his thick girth.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Can’t have you regret this.” His voice breaks with vulnerability.

“Do you love me?” I ask, pumping him slowly. My Alpha’s partially inflated knot rubs against my knuckles, and I swallow hard with anticipation.

“More than anything,” he promises, thrusting forward with a grunt.

“Then there’s nothing to regret.” My nipples pucker to the point of pain and with a needy moan, I bring my hands back to his face, lifting my neck to press our lips together for a quick kiss.

“I’m going to make you see stars.” With that promise, his restraint snaps, and he crashes his mouth down on mine, demanding access. I open to him, and he devours me, our tongues dancing until I’m breathless. Only then does he pull back and begin trailing sharp little nips over my collarbone and down my sternum. My breasts scream for attention, but he continues his descent, following the valley of my skin to my belly button. His tongue flicks inside, making me jump, but the frantic need doesn’t stop there. Miller follows the slope of my body until he’s reached my pussy.

With a fluid motion, he wedges himself between my legs, tossing them over his shoulders and using his hand to part my folds.

“Play with your breasts,” he directs, blowing air directly on my clit until I do what he says. Rolling my nipples between my fingers and tugging them rhythmically, the tight coil of pleasure is everywhere. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Barely able to speak, I nod, watching his Alpha take over completely at the taste of my slick.

“Fucking delicious.” He licks a stripe up my pussy, then does it again and again until his face is shiny with my desire. Then his gaze locks on mine, and he smiles before sucking my sensitive clit between his lips. It’s too much and not enough. My back arches and my hips rocket up at the sensation, but he just sucks harder, winding me up faster than I thought imaginable.

Using a big hand on my lower belly, he presses me back down, holding me steady against the assault. My body flushes with heat, and I tug my nipples, heart racing as ecstasy builds quickly. I won’t be able to stop it. My toes curl, and a scream tears from my throat as the edge appears.

Miller’s tongue slaps against that bundle of nerves, and suddenly, one of his fingers enters my core, sending me hurtling right over.

“Millerrrrrrr,” I cry, every muscle locking up as my orgasm steamrolls through.

“Good girl. Good omega,” he praises, pressing his finger further in as the aftershocks take control. The intrusion feels incredible, and I can’t wait for more. “You’re so tight. So wet for me.”

“Need you,” I pant, rolling my hips. Trying to get him deeper.

“Need you too, my mate.” He rubs a calloused thumb over my clit, and I jump, but more slick gushes forth, soaking his hand. Without further hesitation, he pulls his finger from my body, and I immediately miss its thickness. But then he grasps his cock and uses my arousal to coat himself from tip to root.

Hell fucking yes.

My belly quivers, and I whimper with need as he guides the nearly purple tip to my entrance. The veins of his cock have become pronounced, winding over his shaft like vines leading to his already engorged knot. The ring of muscle is thick and heavy at the base of his cock, and I can’t believe all that is going to fit inside me. Even knowing my omega biology makes it possible doesn’t stop the nervous butterflies from taking flight.

“I love you so much,” Miller whispers, gripping my hips. His eyes lock on mine and arch toward him in invitation. Digging his knees into the mattress, Miller pushes forward, inching into my virgin pussy with the utmost care. The intrusion makes me gasp, the sensation so foreign but not unpleasant. He’s barely inside, but the stretch is intense, and I try to breathe through the discomfort.

He pushes in another inch, and my core clamps down, making Miller’s cock kick inside me. His muscles lock up, fingers tightening, digging into my skin as he convulses with a grunt.

What the hell?

“Holy shit,” Miller mutters, panting as ropes of cum fill me.

Did he just?

“Are we done?” I ask, voice shaking. I try to keep the disappointment off my face, not wanting him to feel bad—after all, this was his first time, too.

Red flames Miller’s cheeks, and his jaw grinds in determination.

“One down, infinity to go. Are you ready for me, omega?” he growls, eyes locking on me like a predator scenting their prey.

His still-hard shaft slides in further, lubricated by our combined arousal, and I feel him come to a barrier inside. Glancing between us, I gape when my eyes fall on the spot where our bodies come together. Miller’s thick, soaked shaft shines in the low lights. He’s not even halfway in. Holy shit. I’m already stretched uncomfortably around him, and these slow glides aren’t helping. Impatience prickles at me when Miller stills, drawing back and then sliding in again to let me adjust, but he stops each time he reaches the proof of my innocence.

“Do it,” I demand. “Make me yours.”

With a deep rumbling growl that shakes the bed, heightening everything, Miller surges forward wildly. With a single hard thrust, he tears through my virginity, and the sting makes me cry out. His thick cock splits me in two, and though I know my biology is meant to take it, the pressure is unbearable. Pain quickly overtakes pleasure, and tears build behind my eyes, so I slam them shut as I try to hold back. I’ve wanted this forever…

Warm hands grip my face, and Miller stills, his cock still lodged inside me .

“Posie, look at me,” he barks, and my eyelids flutter open, my vision tunneling to just him. “I know it hurts, sweet omega. I’m gonna make it better. You want that? Or you want to stop?”

The husky rasp of his voice and deep concern prods my inner omega, allowing my desire to awaken once again. My pussy ripples around him, slowly acclimating to his size.

“M-more,” I whisper, not quite sure what I’m condemning myself to—heaven or hell?

Miller feathers kisses across my cheeks, his hands stroking my body until he reaches my already sensitive nipples. They harden immediately at his touch, spiking electric pulses straight to my clit with every pluck and twist. The slick between my legs grows once again, trickling down my thighs as my body relaxes, readying for more.

Slowly, we writhe together once more, our bodies dancing in a rhythm as old as time. The give and take that comes naturally between an Alpha and omega. His hardness, lodged deep within my pussy, slides in and out, muting the pain and replacing it with delicious friction that causes pleasure to awaken with every shift of his hips.

Sensing my growing need, Miller wedges a hand between us to stimulate my clit. A long, low wail pulls from my chest, and my body tingles. Wet sounds fill the room with every slap of our bodies, making my heart pound. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him in deeper, and suddenly, he hits a spot that makes me see stars.

“Right there. Just like that. Oh, God, Alpha.” Nonsense rolls from my mouth as he pumps into that spot until I’m gasping for air. Pleasure pulses with every thrust, and I surrender to my Alpha, letting the sensations wash over me in waves, building and growing until they threaten to take me under.

“Good girl. Good omega. Come for me,” he rasps, and it’s just what I need. Ecstasy swamps me as my orgasm shatters, tearing through me with the seismic force of a tsunami. Time loses all meaning until there is nothing but joy.

Something wide and hard nudges against my opening. Throwing my head back, I beg for what I need, the culmination of our first mating.

“Knot me, Alpha,” I cry, wanting nothing more than to take every inch of him and fulfill our destiny. His hands grip my hips, opening me further. His already-inflated knot pushes inside, forcing my pussy wide with a pinch.

“Take it. Take all of me,” he barks, and with a shudder, my opening relaxes enough to allow his knot to pop in. The sense of fullness is mind-blowing, and I gasp before groaning. Miller uses small thrusts to continue working his way in and each one makes my toes curl. Little sparks fill me, and spots swirl through my vision as he continues to rut. “You’re amazing, Puff. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

Miller grunts with every thrust, sweat droplets forming on his brow.

“Fuck, I can’t hold on,” he swears, and it’s okay because I’m there, too. His thumb returns to my clit, circling it smoothly until my back arches off the bed and my hips jerk. My walls flutter, then snap down on Miller’s knot, making him come with a roar. As jets of his release pour into my womb, his knot expands inside me, rubbing against that special spot deep within. I try to suck in a breath, but the sweet cinnamon scent of churros and caramel hits my nose, and I can’t get enough. Everything inside me lights up, filling with love and connection. All the muscles in my body tighten, and I’m tossed off the edge once again with a scream.

The orgasm seems to go on forever, Miller rutting, grinding, massaging every pleasure center inside my oversensitive pussy with his knot until he collapses on top of me, both of us limp. Spent with the bliss of finally becoming what we were always meant to be.

The comfort of his weight is a blanket for my senses, allowing my breathing to slow and my eyes to gently shut. Miller shifts, his knot tugging where we’re joined, and I pull him back down.

“No. Stay,” I whimper, not wanting to move from this position—ever.

“I’m not going anywhere. I just want you to be on top, so I don’t squish you,” he explains, running gentle hands through my hair while pressing his belly down.

“Like it,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around him and tugging him until he’s flush against me before tucking my nose into the crook of his shoulder and taking deep hits of his mouthwatering scent.

It’s still there.

With fresh churros swirling around me, I give up my battle with sleep and let the sweetest dreams claim me.