CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Steve's scent was intensifying, and Jenny was preening at the idea of him being in rut while she was in heat. And yet, he was so gentle. He took care of her needs before his own, made her comfortable, relaxed, drunk on pleasure. Even washing her was an erotic experience, one she wished she had enough space to return with enthusiasm.
Besides, he was adamant that the bath was all for her.
Eventually, she found herself dried off and settled on the edge of his bed, stacks of duvets, pillows, sheets on the floor, waiting for her to make the perfect nest for them both, while Steve finished washing himself in the tepid water. He even left the bedroom door open, and Jenny could see plush couch pillows calling her name, as well as a few throw blankets hanging off the back of the settee.
Biting her lip, Jenny got up and stumbled on pleasure-woozy legs to the sitting area to touch the fabrics in the main area of the apartment. She went after the microfiber pillows first, rubbing her face against each one, in different directions, and inhaling deep the citrus scent mingling with Steve's alpha musk. She flushed, hugging the ones she decided were perfect and taking them into the bedroom. Next she took one of the knit throws, a dark blue multi-fiber that felt like worn cashmere and smelled completely like Steve.
Then she stripped the bed, switching out the sheets Steve had been using for a few days for freshly laundered ones that felt downy soft against her sensitive skin. The pillow cases remained, beige-brown blending well with the deep navy blue of the fitted sheet. The used sheets were strewn over the largest pillows, the rest of the folded and stacked sheets filtered out for softness, scent, and color before the chosen ones were fitted and tucked over the mattress. Then she chose the duvets and the comforters by the same vetting system; softness, scent, color, and, also, weight. Two were selected. The thickest one with softener treated fabric was laid down first, while the lighter, thinner choice that felt like clouds against her skin was left on top, turned down for cuddling underneath.
It all smelled like Steve and detergent with a gentle scent, nothing too overwhelming.
According to Darcy, once Steve claimed Jenny, the entire apartment would be stripped down to the bare bones as she began turning it into their home nest. Bits of Jenny, bits of Steve, and new things for both of them to create an environment that was entirely their own, just them. And no one could disturb them as they went about it, as Steve would be overly protective and involved in the nesting process, and Jenny would feel threatened by another omega entering her home nest, her safe space. Hormones, pheromones, instincts…
"Our bed nest is perfect, Jenny," Steve breathed against her ear, wrapping his arms around her. "Perfect for your alpha."
Jenny preened, mewling as his lips danced over the column of her throat.
"Come to the kitchen with me, doll," he growled, hands sliding down to grip her waist. "Let your alpha cook for you… Let me take care of you."
"Please," she mewled again. "Please, Steve. Please, Alpha."
Steve made sandwiches, fried eggs with tomato slices sprinkled with salt and a side of slice cucumbers with regular cream cheese to dip it in like chips. He even filled a pitcher of water with a few ice cubes, coercing Jenny into drinking more than one glass. When she was happy and full, she gave into the instinct to clean for her alpha. She wedged herself between Steve and the sink, wiggling her bottom against his groin as she scrubbed the pans, the knives, the plates, and so on. There wasn't much, but she couldn't stop herself in such a small act to please her alpha.
Alpha, alpha, alpha….
Dear Lord, she wanted to please him so badly.
She even wiped down the counters, scrubbed out the sink, dried the dishes and let Steve return everything to its proper place, before washing her hands and letting him whisk her away in his arms, back to the bedroom.
From then on, everything was slightly blurred.
Steve had stocked the nightstands with electrolyte drinks, but she hardly remembered him telling her that little tidbit of information. The moment he laid her down gently on the bed, her thighs were coated in slick and she was desperate for his touch. Of course, he obliged. Steve covered her petite body with her large, muscled one, both bodies damp with fever and arousal.
His mouth was everywhere. On her lips, her jaw, her neck, her breasts, down the dip of her ribcage to the slope of her belly. Then his face was between her thighs, mouth and teeth leaving gentle marks along the inside of her legs until his bearded jaw grazed over her throbbing quim.
"Oh, Steve," gasped Jenny, fingers finding their way into his hair. "Alpha… alpha."
He growled into her slit, thighs trembling as she writhed against his tongue. He licked from bottom to top, lapping at the slick she was producing before focusing attention on her clitoris, that little bundle of nerves that sent her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. She could hardly catch her breath between gasping, mewling, and crying out his name, over and over. The sensation of beard, lips, teeth and tongue working every inch of her little twat was more than Jenny could possibly handle. For someone who was under-educated in intimacies, Steve was gifted with his mouth. She shouldn't have been surprised, since kissing him always left her dazed, drunk, and borderline euphoric.
When Jenny was on the brink, he pulled away to kiss his way up to her mouth, and she moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue, his lips. She could feel the head of his erection pulsing against her thigh, his hands moving over her skin, wherever he could touch as she arched against him. She felt alive, crackling with electric energy, and emboldened by the way Steve was caressing her breasts, her arse, her thighs.
Reaching down between the, Jenny wrapped her hand around his erection, almost gasping at how thick it was, how long, hard, hot to the touch. It pulsed, twitched, and throbbed in her palm, her fingers unable to touch around it. With a preening sound, Jenny lined the thick head against her quim. Churning her hips, over and over, she stroked her slick up and down his length, earning an animalistic growl from deep in his chest and a warning bite at the top of her breast. There was nothing she wanted more at that moment. She wanted to be joined with him, covered by his musk, his body.
"Please, alpha," Jenny whimpered and moaned, fingers dancing over his length, while she tilted her head to the side so he had access to her gland. "Claim me… Please, claim me."
Instead of immediately biting down, Steve lapped at the inflamed gland, massaging it with his tongue, grazing and nipping at it with his teeth, as his hard member worked its way slowly into her in short, gentle thrusts. He growled deeply, almost snarling into her neck when he was fully sheathed inside of her, thick and heavy, pulsing against her inner walls as they clenched and fluttered around him.
With another snarl, Steve pressed in a little more, until his head was pressed tightly against the neck of her womb, "Mine… My omega. My Jenny… Just… mine."
"Steve," gasped Jenny, nails digging into his strong back. "God, alpha… Please. Please?"
One of his hands cradled the back of her head, lifting it up to reach his mating gland and she latched on as instinct guided them both. He moved slowly, withdrawing only a few inches from her, before sliding back in, and Jenny sucked on his gland in response, mixed with a strangled mewl. He was huge, stretching her at the base of his shaft where his knot was located, pulsing in anticipation to inflate, lock them together.
There were no coherent words between them as Steve slowly built to an exciting rhythm. Everything was based on feel, touch, vocalized by instinctual, animalistic sounds wrenched from both of them in the heat and passion of the moment. Despite the tight fit, Jenny felt no pain from Steve's well-endowed member, actively begging for him to go deeper, harder…
More, more, more…
Nails raked deep welts down his back, as she writhed underneath him, meeting each thrust, no matter how quick and hard they were becoming. Almost rushed, as they both felt the intense build to an explosive release. Every so often, Steve would swallow the precious mewls that escaped Jenny's lips, with tongue and teeth nipping at her bottom petal until it was swollen. Yet, she couldn't get enough.
Jenny was ready for it, to be his, forever.
"Oh, Steve," cried Jenny, clinging more tightly to him, teeth grazing over his mating gland in anticipation. "Alpha! My alpha! Oh, please!"
They were both standing on a cliff, warm, churning waves crashing against the rocks below, and just as they stepped over that ledge, Steve sunk his teeth into her mating gland first. Jenny followed suit, teeth piercing his flesh, while her mouth flooded with blood and a sweet, tangy fluid, that sent her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Their mutual orgasms broke through them immediately, like fireworks exploding through their veins, blinding them as Steve's knot inflated, locking them together for the foreseeable future. Jenny screamed in ecstasy through a clenched jaw, teeth still sunk deep into Steve's mating gland, his flesh. Steve growled, almost a snarling howl with her gland trapped between his teeth, jaw clenched in refusal to let go.
Legs locked around his waist, Jenny kept her pelvis flush against his, still writhing as they rode their releases, crashing wave after crashing wave. It felt like an eternity, neither of them willing for the sensation of two souls melting into one, both of them connecting to each other on an otherworldly level. It was biological, mental, emotional, physical, spiritual. It was everything, and it was happening all at once, simultaneously.
Jenny became Steve's omega, his person, his wife in all but name, and vice versa.
Two souls becoming one…
And after what seemed like an eternity, and they finally started coming down from the high, Steve flipped them, so Jenny was on top. Flush against each other, sitting up in the nest she had made, alpha and omega lapped and licked at their mate's mark, cleaning away the blood and the pheromone fluids until the blood clotted so the wounds could heal. When they finally pulled away, Jenny could vaguely make out the small, perfect imprint of her teeth surrounding Steve's gland, dotted with clotted crimson.
Panting, exhausted, Jenny smiled, dazed, before collapsing against her alpha's chest, and enjoying the security of his large, strong arms encircling her petite frame, before gently turning them on their sides, and situating them both in a more comfortable position while they were knotted together.
Steve brushed damp locks of hair off her face and shoulders, while his erection continued to pulse and throb with each renewed release, and comforted her. Speaking softly, he praised her. He told her how happy he was, that she was such a good omega, his omega, his Jenny. He was so proud, so full of love, and he promised he would protect her until their last breaths.
It was perfect, romantic, and Jenny drifted off easily, wrapped in her alpha's arms, his scent, and his devotion to her for eternity...
