Page 36 of The Forgery Mate (Taken by His Alpha #6)

T he sheets on my bed are rumpled from restless nights, and he places me in the center. The towel falls open, exposing me to his hungry gaze.

“Perfect,” he breathes, the word caressing my heated skin.

He joins me on the bed, covering my body with his larger frame. The weight of him anchors me as another wave of Heat washes through me, turning my bones to liquid.

His mouth finds mine in a slow, gentle kiss before it deepens, tongue sliding past my lips to taste me. He maps my body with his hands, greedy to relearn my curves and planes, finding new hollows where stress and poor nutrition have reshaped me.

“Ren,” he whispers, the first time he’s spoken my name since arriving.

No aliases. No personas. Just me.

He kisses a path down my throat, lingering where his collar once sat. His tongue traces my collarbone, teeth scraping across my nipple until I arch beneath him. Each touch is precise, intentional, drawing responses from my body I couldn’t hide if I tried.

His mouth continues its journey downward, tongue dipping into my navel before reaching the aching hardness between my thighs.

When his lips close around me, the wet warmth of his mouth almost sends me over the edge.

I clutch at his shoulders, at the sheets, seeking purchase in a world reduced to sensation.

“Alpha—“ I gasp, hips rocking in helpless pleasure.

He hums around me, sucking my dick deeper as his hand slides beneath me, fingers slipping through the slick gathering there, circling my entrance with gentle pressure. When one finger pushes inside, meeting no resistance from my Heat-ready body, my vision whites out.

My first orgasm hits without warning, back bowing off the bed with pleasure. Ezra works me through it, swallowing around me until I tremble with oversensitivity.

When he releases me, he moves lower, lifting my legs onto his shoulders, and his tongue replaces his fingers between my ass cheeks. His gaze holds mine as he tastes me there, tongue pushing past my loose ring of muscles, licking my inner channel.

I moan, unable to look away as he feasts on me.

Ezra’s tongue delves deeper, sending electric currents up my spine.

My thighs tremble around his head, my body no longer mine to control as each lick over my sensitive inner walls draws broken whimpers from me that echo in the open loft.

His groans vibrate into my most intimate place, the pleasure of tasting me evident in every hungry thrust of his tongue.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groans between swipes, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass to spread me wider. “Could feast on you for hours.”

The words twist through me, a tendril of heat that coils deep in my gut.

His stubble scratches my cheeks as he buries his face deeper, his tongue curling inside me before withdrawing to circle my rim.

The contrast between the rough scrape of his beard and the velvet softness of his tongue unravels me further.

My fingers wind in the sheets to anchor myself as the building tide of pleasure threatens to sweep me away.

“Alpha—” The word cuts off as Ezra sucks at my entrance, the pressure perfect and too much all at once.

He hums in response, the vibration traveling through me like a current. When he pulls back, his mouth glistens with my slick, and desire darkens his eyes. “My Omega.”

He dives back in, his tongue thrusting inside me.

The intimacy of it hits me without warning, this strong Alpha on his knees between my legs, face buried in my most intimate place, worshipping me with his mouth. Not some persona I’ve crafted, but me . Broken and flawed and utterly bare before him.

Something cracks open inside my chest, a fault line splitting wider with each pass of his tongue.

“Please,” I beg, tugging at his hair.

He responds by sliding two fingers inside me alongside his tongue, crooking them to hit the spot that paints color across my vision. My back arches off the bed, a sob tearing from my throat as the pleasure borders on too much.

A tightness builds in my chest, working its way up to constrict my throat. My vision blurs, and for a moment, I think it’s from the intensity of what he’s doing to me. Then tears spill down my temples, into my hair.

They fall faster, silent at first before hiccupping sobs take over, shaking my entire frame. I throw an arm over my face, trying to hide this final, humiliating betrayal of my body.

Ezra stills, his breath warm on my wet skin. When he speaks, his voice holds a concern I’ve never heard from him before. “Ren?”

“Don’t stop,” I plead through the tears, unable to face him, to explain the storm breaking inside me. “Please don’t stop.”

But he’s already moving up my body, strong arms enfolding me as he hovers above, his hard cock nudging my thigh. Gentle fingers pry my arm from my face, forcing me to look at him.

His thumbs brush away tears that refuse to cease. “Talk to me.”

“I can’t—” A sob cuts off my words, and I shake my head, unable to articulate the chaos inside. “It’s too much.”

Understanding fills his eyes, and he lowers his head, his tongue tracing the tear tracks on my cheeks, licking away the salt of my breakdown.

The tenderness of the gesture only makes me cry harder.

“Shh,” he soothes, his body settling more fully onto me, grounding me with his weight. “I’ve got you.”

His tongue continues its path, collecting each tear as it falls, consuming me in all my messy, broken glory.

“Need you,” I manage through the tightness in my throat, hands scrabbling at his shoulders, needing him closer than physics allows. “Need my Alpha.”

His lips brush my temple, my cheekbone, the corner of my mouth where more tears have gathered.

“And your Alpha needs you.” His rumble travels through both our bodies, sinking into my bones.

“Gonna fill you up so good, Ren. Sink my teeth into your nape and claim what’s been mine since the first moment I saw you. ”

Fresh tears threaten at his words, these of relief and acceptance of what I’ve been fighting for so long. My hips roll upward, seeking friction, seeking him.

“Turn over for me.” He lifts his weight just far enough to allow movement. “Want to feel all of you.”

My body responds before my mind can catch up, rolling onto my stomach with a desperation I don’t care to hide. My knees draw up beneath me, tilting my ass in invitation, the position both a surrender and a demand.

He settles over me again, chest covering my back, his larger frame dwarfing mine.

“Perfect,” he breathes into my ear, his cock nestled between my cheeks, sliding through slick without penetrating. “My perfect Omega.”

His pheromones surround me, filling my lungs, replacing oxygen with his essence until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. My breathing syncs with his, our chests expanding and contracting in matched rhythm.

“Feel that?” One hand slides around to my chest, palm flat over my hammering heart. “It’s mine now. Has been since I first caught your scent.”

He positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock teasing my rim without pushing in.

“Say it.” His lips graze the shell of my ear. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I gasp, pushing back, trying to take him inside. “Only you, Ezra.”

With one smooth thrust, he enters me, stretching me wide, filling the emptiness that’s ached since my Heat began. I cry out, a sound caught between pain and pleasure, between fear and relief.

He stills with his hips flush to mine, giving my body time to adjust to his size. His forehead rests between my shoulder blades, breaths coming quicker. His restraint vibrates through him, tension in every line of his body.

“Move,” I beg, inner walls clenching around him, needing friction. “Please move.”

He withdraws slowly before driving back in, setting a pace that steals what little breath remains in my lungs. Each thrust pushes me further up the bed until his arm hooks around my waist, holding me in place for his claim.

“My Ren,” he chants with each snap of his hips. “My Omega. Mine.”

His rhythm builds, relentless as he claims what he’s hunted so long. My fingers clutch at the sheets, seeking purchase in a world reduced to the points where our bodies connect.

Ezra’s hand finds mine, prying it open to thread our fingers together, palms pressed tight, then does the same with my other hand, his larger hands engulfing mine, our fingers interlaced as he surrounds me.

The position forces my chest to the mattress, my ass high in the air, open for him to take. Tears streak down my face still, but they’re silent now, a release valve for emotions too big for my body to contain.

“Alpha,” I whimper into the sheets.

“Say my name.” His hips drive deeper, harder. “Not just Alpha. Me.”

“Ezra,” I sob, the name torn from my depths. “Ezra, please?—”

His pace increases, brutal now as he loses control. The head of his cock drags across my prostate with each thrust, sending sparks shooting along my spine. Pleasure builds, a dam ready to break, but I need something more to push me over the edge.

As if reading my thoughts, Ezra’s mouth finds my nape, teeth scraping the sensitive skin.

“Going to make you mine,” he growls, breath hot on my skin and words hotter. “No more running, Ren. No more hiding.”

“Yes.” I tilt my head to give him better access. “Mark me, Alpha. Make me yours.”

His hips stutter, rhythm faltering as he nears his peak.

One of his hands releases mine to reach beneath me, wrapping around my neglected dick.

Two strokes are all it takes for me to come with a hoarse shout, pumping cum into his fist, clenching around him as pleasure shatters me into a thousand pieces.

In the same moment, Ezra’s teeth sink into my nape, breaking skin, claiming me in the most primal way an Alpha can. Pain and pleasure blur together, indistinguishable as he grinds deep as he can go, and his release fills me in hot pulses.

The sensation of being claimed, of belonging, sends another orgasm crashing through me, weaker than the first but somehow more intense. Tears soak the sheets beneath my face as Ezra’s weight collapses onto me, his body trembling as much as mine.

His tongue laps at the wound he created, the sting soothed by gentle swipes that ensure his DNA saturates the Mark. Claiming me for the next thirty days, when he’ll Mark me again, then again, bonding me permanently.

Still buried deep within my body, Ezra shifts us onto our sides. His arms wrap around me, one hand splayed across my stomach, the other drawing my tear-stained face to rest on his arm. His heartbeat thunders against my back, proof that he’s as affected as I am by what we’ve done.

“My Ren,” he murmurs into my hair, lips brushing the crown of my head. “My beautiful Omega.”

I close my swollen eyes, my fingers finding his where they rest on my stomach, intertwining them once more.

For the first time since my grandfather was taken away, I don’t feel the urge to run, to hide, to become someone else. The Mark on my nape aches, new and raw and perfect in its inevitability.

This time, when I fell, there were no masks. I wasn’t whole. I didn’t have to be.

Ezra caught me anyway.