Chapter Thirty Three. 🌶 🌶

The next morning, I wake up alone in Elias’s room, the soft light filtering through the curtains. My body aches in the best way, a delightful reminder of last night’s passion. I gently reach my hand up to my neck and feel the scabbed-over bite already healing quickly, a testament to our bond.

As I touch the mark, a deep pull resonates in my chest, and I instinctively tune into it. I can feel him—Elias is here in the house, radiating happiness. I sense his presence close by, engaged in conversation with someone, and the warmth of his care envelops me.

“Oh, this is weird,” I giggle abruptly, my cheeks flushing at the strange intimacy of it all. Just then, a pang in my nether regions catches my attention, and I bite my lip, recalling the thrill of last night. My heart races as I remember every detail—his kisses, the way he held me, the connection we shared. It was everything I’ve ever wanted, and yet, I still find myself craving more.

“Jesus, what’s going to happen during my next heat?” I think to myself, a mix of excitement and nervousness washing over me. The thought sends another wave of heat through my cheeks, and I quickly cover my face with my hands, desperate to cool down.

Feeling a surge of boldness, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand up, steadying myself. The room is beautifully minimalistic, each item carefully chosen, but my mind is still focused on Elias and the bond we’ve begun to forge.

As I make my way to the bathroom, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair is a tangled mess, but I can’t help but smile at the glow of satisfaction etched on my features. I quickly splash some water on my face, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the lingering effects of last night’s exhilaration.

After a quick shower, I dress in a comfortable outfit, still feeling the warmth of Elias's touch lingering on my skin. I can’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation as I head out of the room.

As I step into the hallway, the sounds of laughter and chatter reach my ears, pulling me toward the kitchen. I can feel Elias's presence nearby, and I can’t wait to see him, to feel that connection again.

When I enter the kitchen, I find the pack except Theo, gathered around the table, sharing breakfast. Elias spots me first, his eyes lighting up with a smile that makes my heart skip a beat. “Good morning, beautiful,” he says, his voice warm and inviting.

“Morning!” I reply, my cheeks flushing again, but this time from the joy of seeing him.

Micah grins from across the table. “You look like you had a good night, Ivy!”

I laugh, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and happiness. “You could say that.”

Callum nudges Micah playfully. “Looks like our little Omega is thriving!”

Elias chuckles, stepping closer to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “She’s more than thriving; she’s glowing.”

Elias greets me with a gentle kiss, and a rush of desire flares within me, stronger than before. Is it mine? Or his? There’s no way to know anymore. But as he pulls away, I can see the struggle in his eyes—I can feel it coursing through our bond.

He shakes his head, a mix of frustration and longing crossing his features. “God, we knew you were trouble when Theo wasn’t sleeping, but at this rate, I’m pretty sure I’m screwed,” he mutters, running a hand down his face in desperation.

I watch as he turns away, taking a seat on the other side of the table, a palpable distance forming between us. “Ah! Keep your distance, little girl. I need to work today!” he scolds playfully, but the way he says it only makes me pout.

Elias groans, clearly torn, and just then, Micah jumps in to rescue me. He pulls me onto his lap, nuzzling my neck affectionately. The warmth of him against me is comforting, but the desire still ramps through my system, an insistent ache that demands attention.

Unable to resist, I turn Micah’s face toward mine, capturing his lips in a kiss. It’s soft at first, but as I deepen it, I hear Elias let out a low growl, and suddenly the door slams shut, the sound echoing in the room as Elias moves further away. I whimper, holding my chest as it aches with longing.

“It gets easier,” comes a whisper in my ear, and I turn to see Micah looking at me with compassion.

“You feel this whenever they go away?” I ask timidly.  He nods.

“Is it always like this?”

He nods sadly, brushing his fingers gently up and down my back. “But you learn to accept it. It becomes a part of you, just as it is a part of them. It brings them comfort knowing where we are at all times.”

I nod, taking in his words, but I can’t help glancing longingly toward the door, wishing Elias would come back. Just then, Callum, who has been quiet this whole time, starts busying himself in the kitchen. He prepares a plate of food, the aromas wafting through the air, and pops it down in front of me.

“Here, sweet girl. Eat,” he says, stroking my cheek with a warm smile. I look up at him, feeling a swell of gratitude.

“Thanks, Callum,” I reply, my voice soft.

I dig into the food, only just realizing how hungry I am. The flavors burst in my mouth, grounding me amidst the emotional whirlwind. Micah stays close, his arms wrapped around me, and I feel a sense of comfort in his presence.

As I eat, I try to shake off the lingering ache of Elias’s absence. I know he’ll return.

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After breakfast, Micah and I settle onto the couch, wrapping ourselves in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. I can feel that he doesn’t want to leave me, and honestly, all I want is to follow this feeling and find Elias, to climb him like a tree.

A soft moan escapes my lips as I squirm in my seat, the tension building inside me. Am I in heat again, or is this just the bond? I whimper softly, pushing myself against Micah, rubbing my face against his neck. I hear him moan in response, tightening his arm around me.

“Micah?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He turns to me, his warm brown eyes filled with affection that makes my heart flutter. I hope what I’m about to ask is possible. “Um… Omegas can mark each other, right? It’s rare, but we learned about it… in school.”

His eyes widen, and I watch as he processes my words, his breathing picking up. “Y-yeah,” he stammers, glancing at my neck and back to my eyes. “Is that something you’d be… into?”

He nods, eyes sparkling.

I gulp, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The thought of marking each other sends shivers down my spine, but I also sense Micah’s uncertainty. “B-but,” he continues, clearing his throat. “Maybe we should wait until Theo takes his claim first?”

His hesitation confuses me, but I don’t push it. I nod, trying to maintain a smile even as my mind races with possibilities. “Okay,” I say softly, wanting to ease his worries.

The smile he returns is blinding, and I can’t help but lean into him, capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

As Micah deepens the kiss, I’m pleasantly surprised by his eagerness. I encourage him instantly, wrapping my hands in his hair and pulling him closer. He groans against my lips as his arms wrap around my hips, pulling me tightly against him.

An idea strikes me—something Morgan once mentioned that I’ve been desperate to try. With a rush of excitement, I climb down onto my knees in front of him, and he looks at me, dazed and confused.

“Ives?” he questions, his voice thick with curiosity as I pull down his sweatpants. He lifts his hips, watching in wonder as I reveal his cock. I glance up at him, and we both flush, a giggle escaping our lips.

“I… uh… I’ve never done this before,” I admit, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling inside me. “Can I practice on you?”

Micah whimpers and nods, his eyes wide with anticipation. I lean in and lick him gently, watching his reactions closely. When he throws his head back in pleasure, I take that as encouragement and wrap my mouth around him.

I start slowly, taking him in deeper, but I push too far and gag, causing both of us to jolt in surprise. I pull back, eyes wide. Micah looks up at me, chuckling and shaking his head. “But… but you didn’t—oh!”

Before I can respond, he sticks his tongue down my throat, his urgency catching me off guard. In one swift motion, he undoes my jeans, ripping them down my legs along with my panties. I barely manage to get one leg out before he pulls me onto his lap, laughter spilling from both of us.

He lines himself up with my pussy and thrusts into me, capturing my mouth with a searing kiss. I whimper against him, feeling the pleasure build as I ride him, our kisses sweet and fervent.

I trail my lips down his neck, licking and sucking as I go, making him whimper and sigh beneath me, his mouth agape in pleasure. His hands tighten around my hips, bruising, pulling me up and down at a rapid pace.

He’s so sweet, and I can’t help but nuzzle my nose against his and take his mouth with mine. As the pleasure continues to build, I feel myself teetering on the edge. I’m so close when I sense him stiffen underneath me, a slow whine escaping his lips.

In that moment, I slam down to meet him, and a scream tears from my mouth as I cum hard, the waves of ecstasy washing over me, leaving me breathless and blissful.

I can't help the possessive word as it crosses my mind.

Mine.