It was my Colt that saw me through this, stroking my body, helping me bear the aftershocks, all while talking me through the process. “You’re so beautiful, Riley. You look so fucking radiant when you come. That’s it, that’s my girl.”
When I stopped shaking, he knelt up, cradling my head in one hand as he held his dick in the other. He moved up the bed, bringing his hard, leaking cock to my mouth.
“Are you gonna swallow everything I’ve got to give now, my mate? Need to mark you as mine.”
My lips parted, and I surged forward. What fire burned inside me, it could only be satisfied by this. I throated him in long, galloping thrusts, driven on by the ragged song of his breath. My fingers dug into his hips as I heard his helpless little moans, all praise forgotten as he just was, felt, experienced.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Every fucking thing has been building up to this, love. Everything.” His cock flexed inside my mouth, warning me of what was to come, then he exploded, and I sucked down every drop as it jetted down my throat. He stroked his hands through my hair over and over until I slowly pulled away.
“That was perfect,” he hissed before scooping me up and holding me against his chest, thrusting the both of us under the covers before snuggling us down.
And it was perfect. In the quiet dark, away from the rest of the world, I couldn’t pretend it was anything else. I felt a bone-deep sense of satisfaction, one that turned my eyes and my body to lead. As I fell into the darkness, he held me close, his exhales matching mine, getting longer and longer.
Chapter 25
I blinked several times, then stiffened, seeing the strange room, feeling the strange arms wrapped around me.
“Mm…” That deep grunt of satisfaction, the feel of his grip tightening around me…
Colt, I thought, but not just his name, because it was never as simple as that. Too many memories, too much baggage came with each one of their names, but none more than him. I resisted his iron grip, even though I didn’t want to, rolling over and looking down at him, my fucking heart racing when I did.
I’d woken up next to a few people in my time, but never like this. Never had I hungrily taken in that mess of light brown hair half over his face, my fingers itching to stroke it away. Never had I needed to reveal the strong bone structure there, to touch every tiny little freckle across the top of his cheekbones, and never had I been gut punched with such a feeling of intense longing. What was happening now felt like it carried with it the weight of ages, and alongside that came a certainty I was completely unused to.
Once was never going to be enough. I was still damn sure that they were going to hurt me and leave me broken in ways I wasn’t sure I’d come back from once they found their omega, but… Human brains tended to minimise future pain and maximise current pain, and so right now, it was going to hurt me more to turn my back on Colt, to make this one and done like I should.
So I wasn’t going to.
I felt a rush of something incredibly possessive as I raised my shaking hand.Mine!my soul screamed. After last night, after everything he’d said and done, surely I could… I frowned slightly as I took in a deep breath of his scent, the amber cologne still not entirely faded but now more a ghost of itself, one I’d be able to chase to ground if I pushed my nose into his neck. My fingers twitched with a need to touch him, the silk of his hair, the satin of his skin. He was my Colt, he’d pretty much sworn that. No one had touched him but me, and that was what emboldened me right now. I stroked his hair back behind his ear with just the tip of a fingertip, and that was when he woke up.
He just stared at me, those hazel depths going to silver and back again, as if his beast fought him for control. He watched me closely, then drew down my hovering hand and placed a kiss on my palm, not realising he was stabbing a knife straight into my heart and twisting it as he did. I wanted this, I fucking wanted this so badly. I wanted all the small little gestures people in relationships have. To lie in bed with your lover, for him to kiss you, mark you with his lips as his, and for it to stop feeling like a stolen pleasure. I kept waiting for someone, anyone, to walk in through that door and—
Knock, knock.
“Wakey, wakey, hands off the snakey,” came a muffled voice through the door. “Breakfast is on, and Fen wants you two up. You’ve got ten seconds, so stop whatever naughty things you’re doing, because I’m coming in.”
Shit, I looked down at my naked form and then was forced to pull free of Colt, tumbling off the bed and scrabbling around, looking for a T-shirt, any T-shirt. I’d just managed to pull one on over my head when the door was flung open.
“That was not ten seconds,” Colt said, still lying there placidly on the bed with only a sheet over his naked hips.
“No, it wasn’t,” Haze said, looking the two of us over, those pale blue eyes staying on me. “You made it clear last night, brother, that playing fair was not gonna get us anywhere.”
I found myself stepping backwards, holding my T-shirt down to try and cover all my bits, and Haze just smiled. He stalked over, dressed in a sleeveless shirt and pair of grey track pants.
You know, lingerie for men.
He walked closer and closer, forcing me to retreat until my back hit the wall.
“Haze…”
I said his name as a warning, a plea, and a question all at once, and he just smiled.
“Well, well, is that the scent of sexual satisfaction I smell?”
He stepped into the small gap between my feet and then widened them with his own, pressing his body against mine.
“Haze, you fucker…” Colt rumbled.
“Don’t worry, Colton, dear.” Haze looked back over his shoulder at his brother. “I just want to make sure you did right by our girl.” Those cool blue eyes came back to meet mine, dancing now with barely repressed mischief. “Did he?” His voice was little more than a husky rasp now, a small smile forming. “Did he do you right? Did you make little kitteny cries as he ate your sweet little pussy? Did you come on his fingers or all over his fa—?”