She was sleeping, finally, after hours of making her orgasm on his tongue, fingers, and his cock. She lay sprawled across the mattress, her hair a tumble of strawberry-blonde, stretched out around him. One arm was hooked around his waist.
Derek's stomach growled, reminding him to eat, as he reluctantly left her side to venture downstairs into the kitchen. He didn't bother with clothes.
The cool tile underneath his bare feet was sticky and his sweaty feet stuck slightly as he pulled open the fridge and examined the contents. Thanks to Lauren, there was plenty of precut foods—cheese, deli meat, grapes already pulled off the vine, strawberry, and watermelon. He loaded a little bit of everything onto the plate, grabbed a large Gatorade, and added a chocolate bar from his secret stash. Her favorite, Cookies n' Cream.
He headed back upstairs and wasn't at all surprised to find her still dead to the world. She twitched as he padded in but didn't wake, even after the clatter of the plate. He'd wake her in a minute and took a second to drink her in.
She was all hip, thigh, and ass. Genetics had gifted her in that department, and he'd always been a thigh-ass man. But, more importantly, she was soft, ripe Omega. His mate.
Derek could see her slick-wet pubic hair and smell their combined scents. He didn't care either way about how she kept her pubic hair, so long as he could eat her out.
As he examined her, he couldn't help but lay a hand on her hip, feeling how soft and silk her skin was. He traced shapes in her freckles, watching chills rise in the wake of his touch, staring at her relaxed sleeping face.
How could someone like her put her trust in him? Because he hadn't been able to protect her, she was like him now. Against all odds and reason, she'd placed her trust in him.
As though she could sense him—probably smell him and the food—she blinked awake and shuddered all over, stretching. Bones popped as she rolled her joints. For a second, there was alarm in her scent, fear, as she realized he wasn't beside her.
Then she caught sight of him and a smile curved her mouth, her eyes soft and gentle, the alarm in her scent softening. "Hi," she said quietly.
"I got you some food," he explained, already reaching for the plate. "You need to eat and stay hydrated."
She groaned as she sat upright, rubbing the dried drool from her chin. When she reached for the plate, his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, and he pulled the plate to him and held out a cheese chunk to her.
Feed Omega. Provide for Omega.
"What…?"
"I—Is it okay if I feed you?" His cheeks warmed and heat walked its way up the back of his neck. "I know it's—" He huffed in embarrassment when she leaned forward and took the cheese between her teeth, chewing.
"I don't mind," she admitted shyly, a smile lighting up her face, as she flushed pale pink. And then she leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder.
He preened at her acceptance and hand-fed her bites of cheese, deli meat, and fruit. Warmth fused into his chest as he held her close and—for lack of a better word—provided for her, like his alpha instincts screamed at him to do.
She ate quietly, sighing every time his fingers pushed against her lips, and licked the juices from the fruit off his fingertips. His dick swelled. As she bit and chewed and swallowed each bite he pressed between her lips, he kept whispering to her, and he didn't know which of it was him and which was the alpha inside of him.
"That's it. Atta girl. You're doing so, so good."
A little whimper rewarded his praise, and it shot straight to his alpha receptors.
Just as the last fruit piece slid down her throat, her hands found the tops of his shoulders and she whined. "Alpha," she pleaded, eyes wet and shining, her mouth glossy with the juice of the fruit.
"What do you need, Chloe?" he asked softly, his eyes glued to where her knees had splayed, revealing the wet heat of her. "Tell me, Omega, so I can make it better."
"You!" she blurted. "You. Need you, Alpha. Please, you—ah!" Tears brimmed in her eyes as he took pity on her and had her on her back within seconds, staring down at her for a second. Hazy blue eyes stared at him as he pushed her legs apart.
She mewled, arching her back, canting her hips into the air. Her pussy was sopping wet, a visible trail of slick dribbling down onto the nest below her, strings of it clinging to her inner thighs.
He dropped to his knees, yanked her close with shaking fingers, and dove in. Hot and wet and salty-sweet, musky. Her fingers tangled in his hair, yanking frantically, as he sucked at her, licking and laving her with his tongue. His pulse pounded in his ears, behind his eyes, as the taste of her slid across his hyper-sensitive tastebuds like a fine wine.
One he'd never get enough of.
She wailed when he caught her hard clit between his lips, alternating between sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
Nothing else mattered except her, sprawled out in his hands, her pussy in his mouth. Nothing else existed except her, Chloe, this writhing, desperate work of art, fucking herself on his tongue, desperate to finish on him.
"Oh—oh, Alpha!" she cried, her voice raw and guttural. "So good—I can't—Alpha, please! Don't—don't tease me! I need—" Her incoherent babbling fell on deaf ears as he swirled his tongue, tracing the length of her pussy, dragging through the river of slick rolling out of her.
Pain ricocheted through him when she tugged his hair again, and he couldn't help himself as his heart squeezed. One hand dipped between his legs and wrapped around his cock, stroking frantically, the pace so fast his hand blurred.
He could die right now, buried between her thighs, hand on his dick, and he'd die happy. He'd eat her sweet pussy out every single day, every minute, if she let him. Her moans and feral growls echoed in the empty house, and they increased in fervor, in pitch, and he knew she was closer.
She wiggled and her toes brushed his ribs, curling, as she began to beat the mattress with a fist, wailing, sobbing through her orgasm. Every muscle in her body drew tight and then she collapsed, boneless, and he pushed himself to his feet, cock throbbing painfully in his hand.
He caught one glimpse of her eyes—black with lust—and pushed her further up on the bed, settling between her still-quivering thighs, and pressed his cock deep into her soaked pussy, hitting deep.
"Alpha!" she cried, turning her head, kissing him deeply and desperately, spit dribbling.
As he moved, he wondered how he'd survive any of this.
