Page 11 of The Brooding Alpha’s Mate (Omegas of the Shifter Mafia #9)

Colson

I’d been so wrong, thinking that he wasn’t feeling the same as I was, misinterpreting his desire to protect me and keep me safe, to let me be the one to finally make the choices in my life.

He did. I could feel it in his touch, see it in his gaze.

I could scent it. My alpha longed for me as I did him.

I’d been so nervous shifting in front of him.

My wolf was magnificent, this I knew. I’d been too prideful of him as a pup, but as my human body started getting broken down, that pride gave me strength, something to hold onto.

My ribs might be hanging out, but my wolf was beautiful.

I had scars on my back, but my wolf was beautiful.

I was covered in bruises, but my wolf was beautiful.

They shaved my head as punishment, but my wolf was beautiful.

And today, for the first time in longer than I could even begin to remember, I felt like I too was beautiful.

Lips could lie, but eyes couldn’t. And the way my mate looked at me had me feeling more confidence than I had since everything went to shit.

Now, we were doing this, becoming one. My mate carried me into the bedroom, setting me down on the bed, looking at me like I was the most anticipated gift in this world.

He knelt down so he was eye level with me, still giving me some space.

“If I do anything, anything at all that makes you uncomfortable, stop me. Just give the word and I’ll back off.”

My hand trembled as I reached up to touch his cheek. I felt dishonest not letting him know that even though I hadn’t been assaulted, I wasn’t a virgin.

His hand rested on mine.

“Don’t be nervous. You’re safe here.”

“It’s not that.” I closed my eyes. “It’s just… I need you to know—” It was so hard getting the words out. “Before I met you—”

A finger tapped gently on my lips. “Look at me, omega. Omega, look into my eyes.”

It took all the strength I had to open them.

“Yes, alpha.”

“Our past is our past. And as much as I hate so much about yours and what was done to you, everything the two of us have been through made us who we are today. And I can look back and say, I wish that I could have met you sooner and taken you away before things got bad, or that I had called my parents and asked them to pick something up at the store, preventing the accident that took them.”

I took a deep breath.

“But we can’t do any of those things. What we can do now is cherish this moment, because for you and me, this is our first time. And that’s what makes it special. Understanding that anything that ever happened to us before—”

I yanked him to me, kissing him hard, needing to feel his lips on me, to explore his mouth, to taste him. He kissed me back with just as much vigor.

My legs were still hanging over the bed, his body held up as if trying not to harm me. When our lips broke, both of us needing to catch our breath, I told him, “Let’s get more comfortable.”

I wanted him to know that I heard his words and I took them seriously, that I wasn’t going to allow him to do anything I didn’t want to do. And this was one small way to show it.

He pushed himself up and I scooched on the bed, and then he was back on top of me, kissing me, this time not holding back anything. Our cocks pressed together, both hard and needy, his hands intertwined with mine, holding them against the bed as he explored my mouth.

Moans of pleasure escaped my lips.

If this was all I could have, it was enough.

My past fell away, just as he said it should, and all that was here were the two of us and our beasts and our needs and longing and desire. Hands began to move, my legs wrapping around him, holding him to me.

I needed more, so much more, but not yet. I couldn’t rush this. This had to be perfect. And it was.

We made out like humans in movies who were newly dating, taking our time, learning so much about each other’s bodies. My slick was trickling down, the scent of my lust filling the air, mingling with his.

“I need more.”

He rolled off me, and I immediately wanted to cry, until I realized what he was doing. He yanked a pillow from behind us, put it under my hips, and began to tease my entrance, circling me slowly, my hips bucking, needing more.

And finally, he breached my entrance with one finger and began to slowly slide in and out, his mouth working my nipples—an arousal area I didn’t know I had. One finger became two, became three, and my gentle movements seeking more became me thrashing, my lips pleading for him to be inside me.

When I thought I was going to come undone, he pulled his fingers out and settled between my legs.

“Is this what you want, omega mine?”

He wasn’t teasing in the hot, sexy way. He was asking with all sincerity, unwilling to give me what I didn’t want.

Consent had never been so sexy.

“Yes, this is what I want. Please fill me. Fill me with your cum. Knot me. Mark me.”

He lined himself up with my entrance, sliding in, a growl from his bear escaping his chest as he hit home. He watched my eyes, licking his lips.

“For the love of the Goddess, please move.”

He put his arms under my thighs, pushing them up, his hands on my hips, and then began to thrust in and out of me. Slowly, at first, picking up speed with each movement. I could sense his beast close, so close, as he started pounding into me.

It felt good…almost too good. I had to think of the dishes we washed, making the bed, anything and everything to hold back just a little bit longer, not wanting this to be done too soon.

But there was no way I could focus on anything other than him and me.

He barely touched my cock and I was ready to come.

“Don’t hold back, omega. Come for me.”

He reached between us, wrapped his hand around my dick, and jerked it once, then twice and then something I only thought happened in books…we both came at the same time, crying out each other’s names.

Our bodies quaking, his knot filling me as he poured into me. He moved his arms, allowing my legs to go free, massaging the muscles on them. And for a split second, I thought he changed his mind, that he didn’t want to mark me.

But then he lunged forward, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.

He just needed to make sure I was okay first. Because somehow, I got the jackpot of all mates. My wolf took over, the taste of iron filling my mouth as I broke Alex’s skin.

We were mates.

I was home.