Light filters in beneath my eyelids, and I wake slowly, stretching my arms above my head. After my little escapade to Little Rock, Damon and his pack brought me back home to D.C. in a helicopter.
I was grateful not to have to board another plane.
Seeing Zorin in the seat next to mine had made me wary of flying alone for quite some time. He seemed to have vanished from the city, but I didn’t want to risk it if he was still nearby.
Max and Gunnar had helped me pack up my apartment, and I had moved in with the alphas.
Tonight, Damon and I shared the main bedroom with the en-suite, and I was thankful to snuggle up to him each night, knowing he would protect me at any moment.
I blink slowly, trying to adjust my eyes to the light in the room.
My sleep had been deep and peaceful, and I felt warm and snug in the blankets of the king-sized bed I shared with my pack leader. Life as their omega had been relatively tranquil, and I loved every minute of it. I would take turns sleeping in each alpha’s room since it was more comfortable long-term.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” Damon rumbles from beside me.
I turn and give him a sleepy smile. He watches me the way he always does when he wakes before I do, his eyes glowing affectionately.
“Good morning to you, too,” I mumble, stifling a yawn.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“I don’t remember waking up screaming from nightmares last night,” I reply. “Being with you is helping me.”
His brow furrows as he scoots closer, wrapping a comforting arm around my waist. “You’ve been through a lot, love. Don’t be too hard on yourself. These things take time.”
“Probably,” I say, nuzzling into his chest.
The house feels unusually quiet.
By this time, the aroma of breakfast cooking would typically waft through the open bedroom door, and the sounds of the morning news would be coming from the TV in the living room. It’s too still, and I sit up in a panic, worried that something is wrong.
“Where are Max and Gunnar?” I ask, alarm rising in my chest.
“They’ve gone out for the morning. They’re looking into Zorin. We need to find him before he finds you.”
My heart races with fear at the mention of his name. I’ve been trying not to dwell on him and his mysterious disappearance. Part of me feels that he isn’t truly gone from my life.
“What if he comes back?” I ask, fearfully looking at Damon with wide eyes.
He shakes his head. “I dare him to. And if he does, I won’t hesitate to tear him limb from limb. I’m not joking about that, baby.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t have feelings for him at all,” I say, relaxing against him as he slides a hand across my stomach. My belly is gently rounded, just beginning to show my pregnancy. I haven’t gone for a scan or a check-up since Doctor Roman told me I was expecting.
Life has just been too hectic.
Damon rubs my belly gently, his gaze tender as he looks at me.
“Our baby is growing so fast,” he murmurs. “Do you want me to take you to the doctor today for an ultrasound and check-up? You’ve been under so much stress lately- I just want to make sure everything is okay.”
My heart softens at the concern on his face.
“That would be wonderful,” I say, leaning up to kiss him gently on the lips. “I just need to get ready, and then we can go.”
As I stand at the bathroom sink, brushing my teeth, I can’t help but smile at the thought of the alphas in my life stepping up to protect our baby and making sure that I’m okay. It’s a comforting realization, and my heart swells with gratitude as I reflect on how different this feels compared to my old pack.
Zorin, Aleks, and Raul would never have shown me such care or concern.
They were far too wrapped up in controlling me to spare me a second thought. I shudder at the thought of what might have happened if I’d had a baby with them instead, but I push it away. That was in the past, and I’ve moved on.
Even though Damon and his pack haven’t marked me yet, I know it will happen soon. I can feel it in my heart and soul.
I rinse my mouth and wash my face. Once I’m done, I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror for a moment. The omega staring back at me is a stranger in all the best ways—my eyes are brighter, my skin is clearer, and there’s a happiness about me that I haven’t seen in a long time. I smile, thinking about my alphas and the glow they bring me.
I don’t feel so alone anymore.
Lost in my thoughts, a shadow at the bathroom door catches my attention, and I feel Damon’s presence behind me.
“I love you,” he says, hugging me from behind, his warm breath brushing against my ear. He envelops me in his arms, his scent surrounding me.
My body awakens as he kisses my neck.
“Oh, Damon,” I moan as he sucks and licks my skin. Watching our reflection in the mirror is turning me on. I can see his eyes dark with passion as he worships my body, kissing along my shoulders and arms.
“I love it when you say my name, sweetheart,” he says, pushing my legs apart with his bare foot. He reaches between my legs from behind. “I want you to watch in the mirror as I please you, my love.”
My belly flutters with arousal and it feels so freaking good. My heart races at his words, and a rush of slick drenches my underwear.
“But we need to go to the doctor’s,” I protest, breathing hard, even though I’ve missed this.
The alphas haven’t been demanding intimacy since I’ve been afflicted with morning sickness. But I’ve been doing well this week, and Damon has patiently waited.
In the mirror, I can see his pointer finger rubbing around my pussy in long, slow strokes. My face reddens.
“The doctor can wait,” Damon growls, his fingers sliding beneath my panties. “I need you now.”
I gasp as his fingers find my wet folds. In the mirror, I watch as his eyes darken with desire, his gaze locked on my reflection as he begins to stroke me.
My lips part, breaths coming in short gasps as his fingers work their magic on my pussy until it squelches with slick.
“Sorry about the sound,” I whisper, my face flushed, looking away from the mirror.
“I love it. Look into the mirror,” he commands, pushing my underwear to the side for a better view. “Look how beautiful you are when you’re aroused for me. All that slick sliding down your legs.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from our reflection—my flushed cheeks, parted lips, and how my body arches into his touch. Damon’s fingers glide through my folds, circling my entrance before sliding up to tease my clit.
“Oh god,” I gasp as he drags his finger back down to push into me.
“You’re so wet for me already,” he murmurs against my ear, his free hand cupping my breast through my nightgown. “I love how responsive you are, how your body knows exactly who it belongs to.”
My legs tremble as he adds another finger inside me, thrusting in and out until I’m moaning in his arms.
He circles my clit with deliberate strokes.
“Damon,” I whimper, my hips rocking against his hand.
“Ah, Lena,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “I want you to watch what I do to you. I want you to see how perfect you look when you’re desperate for my cock.”
His crude words send another flood of wetness between my thighs, and Damon groans appreciatively when he feels it coat his fingers.
“Such a good, needy omega,” he praises, withdrawing his hand. I whimper at the loss, but then I feel him lifting my nightgown, bunching it around my waist. “Hands on the counter. Keep watching.”
I obey instantly, placing my palms flat on the cool marble as I lean forward slightly.
In the mirror, I see Damon behind me, his eyes predatory as he shoves his pajama pants down his hips. His cock springs free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, stroking himself slowly as I watch.
“Yes,” I breathe, unable to look away from his thick cock. “Please, I need you inside me.”
He positions himself behind me, the blunt head of his cock teasing my entrance. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“You,” I gasp. “All yours.”
With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me, and I cry out at the delicious stretch. Our eyes lock in the mirror as he begins to move, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force.
“That’s right,” he growls, his pace steady and deep. “Mine to fuck, mine to breed, mine to protect.”
Each thrust pushes me forward as I feel him stretching me.
“Oh!”
“Touch yourself,” Damon commands, his voice a thick growl. “I want to see you pleasure yourself while I’m inside you.”
My breath catches in my throat as I meet his intense gaze in the mirror. His eyes are almost black with desire, pupils dark as he continues to thrust into me with measured strokes.
“But I’m shaking so much,” I whimper.
“Do it,” he urges, slowing his pace slightly. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
With trembling fingers, I reach between my legs, finding my swollen clit. The first touch makes me gasp, my inner walls clenching around Damon’s thick length. His answering groan vibrates through me.
“That feels so fucking good,” I moan as I circle my sensitive, swollen clit.
“Good librarians, don’t swear,” he growls, his hands tightening on my hips as he thrusts into me faster in a punishing rhythm. He pulls my hair back, so I’m looking into the mirror again. “You are going to watch me take you, omega.”
The dual sensations—my fingers on my clit and Damon’s cock stretching me open—are overwhelming. My legs quiver, threatening to give out beneath me as the pleasure increases in my core.
“This is hot,” I gasp, watching him fuck me from behind in the mirror.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Damon says, his voice strained as he watches our movements in the mirror.
His pace increases, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the bathroom, echoing off the tiles along with our labored breathing and desperate moans.
I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, growing impossibly harder as I—
“Damon,” I cry out, my fingers moving faster against my clit. “I’m close…oh my god.”
“Come for me, baby,” he demands, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”
The pressure inside me builds to a crescendo, and when Damon angles his hips to hit that perfect spot deep inside, I shatter.
My orgasm crashes through me in violent waves, my inner walls pulsing and clenching around him as I cry out his name. My vision blurs at the edges, but I force myself to keep watching in the mirror, captivated by the raw pleasure on Damon’s face as he experiences my release.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his movements becoming more forceful and desperate. “You feel so good, so tight around me, hugging my cock.”
He thrusts once, then twice more, before burying himself to the hilt with a hoarse shout. I feel his cock pulse inside me, his hot seed filling me as his knot swells, locking us together. The sensation triggers another smaller orgasm, leaving me gasping and trembling in his arms.
Damon collapses against my back, his breath coming in harsh pants against my neck. His lips find my skin, pressing urgent, open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder and ear.
“That was so good,” I say, gasping as he hugs me tight, his knot pulling me in closer.
“I agree, my love. My omega.”
