Page 56 of Want It All

His eyes narrowed. ‘Are they a gift?’

I blinked. ‘Not a courting gift. I want to get you something better than berries for that. But they are an offering.’

‘So you are courting me?’

My lips curved up. ‘I think we’ve messed up the proper order of things, but yes. I’d like to. If you want that.’

He appeared to consider it. ‘Are there raspberries?’ he said at last.

There were, so I offered them to him. His long fingers carefully took a couple and popped them between his heat-ravaged lips. He closed his eyes as the flavour hit his tongue.

‘Shall I make you a drink?’

He nodded, so I found a glass and some ice. When he sipped on it, his eyebrows rose. ‘Elderflower?’

‘It was my sister’s favourite. She always wanted it, especially during her heats.’

‘Was her scent as sweet as yours?’

I swallowed against the pain that came with that question. ‘Marshmallow,’ I said gruffly. ‘It used to make my nose itch.’

And fuck, I missed it.

Sebastian hummed and drained the glass dry. I took it from him, shivering as my fingertips brushed his skin, and made a second glass.

My alpha derived such a primal satisfaction from watching him eat and drink the things I’d offered that, for a few minutes, I felt calm.

I couldn’t help my scent from rising, though, still weak from the blockers in my system.

I saw the moment Sebastian caught it; his body went tight as his lips parted, and he inhaled raggedly, his chest expanding.

His eyes flickered to meet mine as his pupils blew out.

‘ Alpha .’

Cherry filled my senses. ‘Can you eat a bit more, Sebastian?’

He shook his head. ‘Not hungry for food.’

I licked my lips. ‘What about a shower?’

He thought about it for a moment. ‘Only if you’ll join me.’

I guess I walked into that one .

Sebastian took my hand. My skin tingled at the touch; heat spread through my limbs as he tugged me towards the bathroom.

His skin was fever-hot, almost scalding.

I followed him, but took over once we walked through the bathroom door, running the shower and making sure the temperature was right before I turned back to him. ‘Do you need –’

I faltered as he stripped off his shorts and I was left with a very naked, very aroused omega.

My nerves screamed back into existence.

Sebastian’s eyes travelled from my face down my body; he doubled over without warning, clutching his stomach. ‘Alpha,’ he whined, and my instincts stood to attention. ‘Hurts.’

‘Step under the water, sweetheart.’ I guided him under the shower, arranging him so the water was running on his back. ‘That’s it.’ I paused. ‘Can I touch you?’

‘Please,’ he said hoarsely, so I let my palm rest on the small of his back before starting to rub in small circles. Although the pain would radiate through his limbs, it would be concentrated in his abdomen and lower back, and massage could help relieve it.

‘Not what I meant, alpha,’ he grumbled, but I could feel him relaxing under my palm. ‘Aren’t you coming in?’

‘If you want me to.’

His fingers caught the hem of my shirt. ‘Yes, I want you to.’

He stepped out of the water to pull it up, and a moment later it lay in a black pool on the floor.

I stood statue-still as he ran his wet hands over my chest and stomach, trying not to hyperventilate.

My cock pressed painfully against my zipper; my breath caught as he reached for the button on my jeans.

He stopped. ‘Is this okay?’ he said, as if remembering that he should check first.

‘Whatever you want is okay,’ I answered hoarsely.

‘You say that now,’ he murmured, his fingers making short work of my button and zip. ‘Fuck, alpha.’

I’d never been vain, but the look on Sebastian’s face when I kicked off my jeans could have changed that. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips and his eyes hooded as he focused on my cock. I flushed as it jerked under his gaze, as if begging for attention.

‘I was worried,’ he said, ‘that when Tristan asked for your help, you’d do it out of some sense of obligation.’ He reached out and trailed a finger up the underside of my shaft. ‘This doesn’t look like obligation.’

‘It’s desire,’ I grated out.

‘For me?’

‘For you,’ I confirmed.

He shuddered, stepping back under the shower, his hand splaying across his stomach as he was wracked by another heat cramp. ‘Alpha –’

I fell to my knees, water spraying in a gentle cascade over my shoulders. ‘Let me help you, omega.’

His eyes closed and his head fell back against the shower wall as I took him in my mouth.

His cock was over-warm against my lips and tongue, but tasted so sweet.

I tried not to think about the hints of chocolate and vanilla I could taste beneath the cherry, or about what they’d been doing over the past four days to mix their scents up in such a way.

Sebastian whimpered as I cupped his sac, swallowing his thickness down as far as I could. It wasn’t to the root – my gag reflex was sensitive – but pushing my limits sent shivers of pleasure up my spine. I popped off his cock with a filthy squelching sound and a groan. ‘You taste so good.’

‘Your mouth is fucking sinful, alpha,’ he muttered.

I swallowed him down again, moving my mouth up and down his shaft before swirling my tongue around his head.

Cherry coated my mouth and I was desperate for more.

I listened to his moans and expletives; when he started gasping oh fuck, oh fuck I knew I was doing the right thing.

His fingers speared through my hair, gripping tightly.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked as his hips jerked.

Cherry slid down my throat as he stiffened, groaning my name. I reached to squeeze the base of my cock, hard, trying to stave off my climax. I swallowed one mouthful, then another, my alpha shouting for more.

I gave Sebastian one last cheeky suck, feeling smug as he cried out and shuddered. ‘You’re incredible, omega,’ I said thickly.

He tugged on my hair until I rose up off my knees. He pulled me in for a kiss, which I happily gave him, my breath hitching as his tongue dipped into my mouth. ‘Want you, alpha.’

I tried not to lose my mind. He pushed me out of the shower; I hastily grabbed a towel and threw it around his shoulders, though he seemed oblivious to the water dripping from his hair and down his body.

He looked like a siren as I followed him from the bathroom, the song of his perfect body and alluring scent seducing me from the safety of my ship and into the wildness of his waters.

I’d happily drown.

I stopped in the doorway of the nest.

The mix of scents was heady here, so strong that I felt dizzy. My mouth watered as vanilla hit the back of my throat. Mate , my alpha roared. He knew Tristan’s scent, knew that he was close.

Knew that he was mine .

But Sebastian’s needs were more important. Despite that, I couldn’t help but glance to one side of the nest.

The bed was swathed in diaphanous material, and through it I could see Tristan stretched out on his side, asleep, a blanket draped over his hips.

He looked exhausted, but one arm was still cradled protectively around Rose, who had curled up against him.

She looked pale, too, and the way she’d pressed her face into Tristan’s chest in her sleep suggested her omega was comfortable enough with him for complete trust.

Ours , my instincts roared.

Settle the fuck down , I told them, but I knew it was useless.

They wouldn’t shut up until I claimed my pack.

I cleared my throat softly. ‘May I enter your nest, omega?’

Sebastian dropped the towel to the floor and climbed up onto the bed. The soft light played over the dips and swell of his chest and stomach, catching on the hard lines of his jaw, darkening his eyes. ‘You may, alpha.’

For the first time, I stepped into an omega’s nest.

My breath caught at the thought.

Sebastian’s nest was lovely, all calming ocean colours and soft fabrics.

Fairy lights played over the bed canopy like tiny stars.

It was soothing and romantic all at once, and my anxiety eased.

I took the towel he’d dropped and tossed it back outside; his nest was beautiful, and it deserved to stay pristine.

‘Alpha,’ Sebastian whispered, and my mind blanked of everything but helping ease his pain.

It wasn’t entirely selfless; I’d never been so hard and my blood felt as if it had caught fire.

Three scents invaded my senses, but Sebastian’s was the strongest. It caught at me, inviting me forward, drawing my alpha to the surface. My own scent swirled, mingling with the others until the air was almost unbearably sweet.

Sebastian perched on the edge of the bed; I moved forward until I caged him with my arms, rubbing my cheek on his. ‘Tell me what you want, omega.’

He fell back, his knees spreading, his cock weeping precum that pooled on his belly. ‘I want your knot, alpha.’

I closed my eyes for a moment. Had a sweeter sentence ever been spoken?

I shifted my weight to one hand and swept the other over his thigh, feeling the muscle beneath the silky skin tremble. My fingers were equally shaky when they traced between his rounded cheeks, finding him slick and ready. I circled where he was burning hot and quivering. ‘Is this okay?’

‘Please,’ Sebastian whispered, his eyes wide and wild. ‘Please don’t tease me, alpha.’

I pushed inside and had to hold myself back from shouting.

He was tight and slick and scalding, and I couldn’t think of anything but pushing further inside, joining my body to his, and of sliding in and out of that divine place.

He groaned, shifting his hips, trying to take my finger deeper.

I added a second and gave him what he wanted, my teeth embedded in my bottom lip as he clenched around me.

Another time, I’d spend hours preparing him, stretching and slicking and seeing just how much I could make him squirm, but he was already primed, already tilting his pelvis, already begging for more.

‘ Please , alpha.’