Chapter 43

DOE

^THREE MINUTES INTO HEAT^

I was on fire.

There wasn’t a single part of my body that wasn’t exploding in white-hot flames. Someone had dripped hot lava into my bloodstream, leaving my senses on edge, every breath burning.

“Please, please, please,” I chanted to the alpha kneeling on the bed in front of me, knowing his touch was my only source of relief.

He watched me with panted breaths, his massive shoulders rising and falling, the muscles of his impressive body straining and bulging with the effort to keep himself away.

~Why is he staying away when I need him close?~ It was obviously what he needed, too, based on the growls coming from his chest.

His black eyes were beautiful. Mesmerizing. They were like two pools of black ink—shiny, deep, and bottomless, hiding something even fiercer beneath them.

They watched me whine and keen for him with a primal sort of possession and desire that turned my flesh into goosebumps.

My gaze licked down his sharp jaw to his well-defined chest, flat abdomen, and powerful thighs.

Yes, he would do. This strong male would make the perfect mate. He would protect and provide for me, I just knew it.

My frustration and need grew the longer he sat there, watching me but not ~fucking~ moving. What was he waiting for? Couldn’t he see that I was ready for him? The core of my body was ~melting~.

My midsection cramped, aching to be filled by the man in front of me. That was the only thing that would cure this burning pain.

Ace seemed to catch onto my frustration. “You know what I want, mate.”

I almost didn’t recognize his voice. It was so low and laced with his rumbling growls but still somehow smooth as velvet.

I shook my head, whining. “No, I don’t.” If I did, I would have done it already. I would have done it a thousand times over.

“Yes, you do. Trust your inner omega. None of this is going to work if you don’t listen to her. What is she telling you to do?”

Deciding that his words were too confusing for me to make sense of right now, I let out another whine in hope of coaxing him forward. I had seen the way he reacted to them before.

To my utter disappointment, my ear-ringing whimpers didn’t have the desired effect. They only caused him to stiffen even more, his pecs practically vibrating now with his deep, resonating purr.

~Why the hell isn’t he touching me?~

I noticed that he was holding something, and my eyes darted down to whatever was in his hand.

His cock, long and hard and ~thick~, stared back at me, leaking small amounts of white liquid from the tip as he stroked it.

A single word flew through my mind.

~Present.~

~Present. Present. Present!~

My legs fell open on their own accord, following my inner omega’s order and presenting my most intimate location to my mate.

Instinctively, I knew that was what he was waiting for. Only sour excuses for males would take an omega in heat before she offered herself to them.

Never my mate. Not my Ace. Even in our current sexually desperate state, he was adamant about getting my consent, just as he had always done.

Ace’s black eyes flashed down to my throbbing, contracting flesh. As if my pussy could feel his eyes on it, a fresh rush of slick warmed my inner thighs and pooled on the bed beneath me.

Maybe I should have been ashamed of my lewd display, but I wasn’t. Not only was I blinded by my need, but I trusted my mate. I loved him.

Ace pounced on me. My squeal of delight morphed into a moan as he settled his massive shoulders between my thighs and dragged a sloppy lick up my slit.

My vision flashed white. As I gasped, my fingers found their way into his hair and tugged him closer.

Ace groaned like a man in pain against my flesh. The sound told me he was pleased with my taste and that he didn’t seem to mind the way slick gushed out of me and onto his lips.

In fact, he seemed to enjoy it greatly. He gripped my hips, lifting my butt off the bed, and yanked me closer so my soaking core was flush against his face.

His tongue circled my clit with delicious pressure, drawing some of the fire away from my core and up to the surface. I was shaking within seconds.

Everything burst, and I cried out.

My orgasm was unlike any I had experienced before. It was fuzzy and mind-numbing and ~wonderful~. I felt it in every inch of my body, in my toes and fingertips, behind my eyes and deep in my stomach.

Before I had time to fully recover from the intense pleasure, Ace began kissing and licking up my trembling body until he reached my lips.

He devoured my mouth, our tongues tangling, teeth clashing, all while guiding his hard length to my still-clenching entrance.

He thrust forward without hesitation, filling me fully.

The feeling of him buried so deep inside me, stretching me, soothing my ache, filled me with so much elation that I could have wept.

It was what I needed. It was ~everything~.

“Yes,” Ace snarled in my ear. He pulled back and then surged forward so his powerful hips slammed against me. Then he did it again. And again. Over and over.

It was like somebody hit the delete key on my mind. The world cleared until all I was aware of was the man on top of me and the glorious things he was doing to me.

His rough beard scraped against my cheek and chin, and I instinctively knew he was marking me with his scent. Claiming me.

His hands were everywhere—in my hair, squeezing my ass, wrapping around my throat and breasts.

He pinned me under his full weight, but I didn’t feel crushed or suffocated. I felt safe, cared for, and ~deliciously~ dominated. He was in full control, and I didn’t have to worry about a thing.

He grunted against my ear in time with his vigorous thrusts, and it took me a moment to realize that he was talking, his words so rushed they were almost incomprehensible.

“Perfect omega,” he growled. “Pretty mate. You feel so good, mate. My mate. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

His words of praise were like music to my ears. It made me want to preen and arch against him—which was exactly what I did.

My next orgasm came without warning. It pulled me under a wave of toe-curling pleasure that was so powerful it almost hurt.

I unleashed a broken scream, my hips rocking up against his in a desperate attempt to wring out every second of divine relief.

Perhaps it was my cunt squeezing him that made Ace lose it. With a deafening roar, he started pumping with a fervor that pushed me up my nest.

I would have been worried about my head hitting the headboard, but Ace grabbed me by the nape of my neck and partially lifted my body into the air—all while he continued to fuck me.

~God, he is strong. Perfect.~

The primitive side of me took note of his virility and power and appreciated it greatly.

My inner walls tugged at his girth as my pussy gushed around his heavy length.

Ace dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth while he pounded into me, his movements becoming sloppy and desperate.

I could feel his shaft thickening and growing inside of me, and then, suddenly, something hard and round was pressing up against my entrance.

~Knot.~ Ace’s knot was developing.

I screamed! Just the feeling of that hard piece of flesh rubbing up against me catapulted me headfirst into yet another orgasm.

I ~needed~ it.

I needed it inside of me or I would die.

Ace roared as he slammed his knot against me with every thrust, rubbing that swollen piece of flesh up against my slick, buzzing clit.

“Tell me you want my knot, mate,” Ace grunted. “Tell me you want me to fill you with my seed and claim you forever.”

My shrill whine made Ace’s dick twitch inside of me.

“I want it!” I screamed, my hips pistoning up to meet his. “Please knot me! Please make me yours! Please, please, ~please~!”

With a savage roar, Ace slammed into me one final time. The world exploded around me as he shoved his swollen knot into my pussy.

It popped into place against a million different nerves I didn’t even know I had, each one singing and chanting for its mate.

I screeched, and my climaxes cascaded over each other—another, then another—all while my body squeezed him, milking his cock as he pumped his warm seed into me in a never-ending stream.

Before I could even wrap my head around the absolute mind-bending euphoria taking place inside me, Ace’s mouth found my neck. He licked over my mating gland and snarled.

Then he drove his teeth into me.

My eyes flew open, my jaw went slack, and my gasp caught in my throat.

Rapture. Bliss. Total and utter elation.

His emotions—his very ~soul~—flooded my being, filling my chest with light. I could feel Ace’s devotion to me, his possessiveness, his love and adoration—all of it echoing my feelings for him.

~This~ was the moment. This was everything.

Ace’s teeth remained buried in my throat for a few more seconds before he released me. Immediately, he was lapping at the wound, healing it, tending to it, and sending my inner omega belly-up.

For a while, all I could do was clutch onto him, staring up at the moon and stars through the window above us as I tried to control my rasping breaths.

And then I started to cry.

My emotions were just so intense; my love for him overwhelmed everything else.

“Oh, my g-god,” I sobbed.

I looked up at my mate and touched his face and chest with shaking hands. It was as if his heart was my own.

His feelings and thoughts belonged to me just as much as they belonged to him. Our souls were the same. We were one.

I smiled and laughed through my tears. “Ace. O-oh, my god.” It was stupid, but it was all I could think to say.

There were no words to describe the ecstasy of finally fully bonding with my mate.

Despite having just knotted me, Ace was still in full rut, rendering him unable to respond. His animal side was in charge.

So, instead of saying words, he purred for me. He filled the room with the sound of his deep, vibrating pleasure—the loudest I had ever heard it.

I sighed and collapsed against the mattress.

Ace fell with me, draping his body over mine and shielding me from the rest of the world.

He continued to roll against me in gentle movements, dragging my hips back and forth due to his knot being locked deep inside of me.

His face found the crook of my neck, and his tongue laved over my new mark. His loving tending to was his way of showing me how happy he was—how grateful he was for our bond.

I was his—and he was mine. Forever.