The words twist through me, a tendril of heat that coils deep in my gut. His stubble scratches my cheeks as he buries his face deeper, his tongue curling inside me before withdrawing to circle my rim. The contrast between the rough scrape of his beard and the velvet softness of his tongue unravels me further.
My fingers wind in the sheets to anchor myself as the building tide of pleasure threatens to sweep me away.
“Alpha—” The word cuts off as Ezra sucks at my entrance, the pressure perfect and too much all at once.
He hums in response, the vibration traveling through me like a current. When he pulls back, his mouth glistens with my slick, and desire darkens his eyes. “My Omega.”
He dives back in, his tongue thrusting inside me.
The intimacy of it hits me without warning, this strong Alpha on his knees between my legs, face buried in my most intimate place, worshipping me with his mouth. Not some persona I’ve crafted, butme. Broken and flawed and utterly bare before him.
Something cracks open inside my chest, a fault line splitting wider with each pass of his tongue.
“Please,” I beg, tugging at his hair.
He responds by sliding two fingers inside me alongside his tongue, crooking them to hit the spot that paints color across my vision. My back arches off the bed, a sob tearing from my throat as the pleasure borders on too much.
A tightness builds in my chest, working its way up to constrict my throat. My vision blurs, and for a moment, I think it’s from the intensity of what he’s doing to me. Then tears spill down my temples, into my hair.
They fall faster, silent at first before hiccupping sobs take over, shaking my entire frame. I throw an arm over my face, trying to hide this final, humiliating betrayal of my body.
Ezra stills, his breath warm on my wet skin. When he speaks, his voice holds a concern I’ve never heard from him before. “Ren?”
“Don’t stop,” I plead through the tears, unable to face him, to explain the storm breaking inside me. “Please don’t stop.”
But he’s already moving up my body, strong arms enfolding me as he hovers above, his hard cock nudging my thigh. Gentle fingers pry my arm from my face, forcing me to look at him.
His thumbs brush away tears that refuse to cease. “Talk to me.”
“I can’t—” A sob cuts off my words, and I shake my head, unable to articulate the chaos inside. “It’s too much.”
Understanding fills his eyes, and he lowers his head, his tongue tracing the tear tracks on my cheeks, licking away the salt of my breakdown.
The tenderness of the gesture only makes me cry harder.
“Shh,” he soothes, his body settling more fully onto me, grounding me with his weight. “I’ve got you.”
His tongue continues its path, collecting each tear as it falls, consuming me in all my messy, broken glory.
“Need you,” I manage through the tightness in my throat, hands scrabbling at his shoulders, needing him closer than physics allows. “Need my Alpha.”
His lips brush my temple, my cheekbone, the corner of my mouth where more tears have gathered. “And your Alpha needs you.” His rumble travels through both our bodies, sinking into my bones. “Gonna fill you up so good, Ren. Sink my teeth into your nape and claim what’s been mine since the first moment I saw you.”
Fresh tears threaten at his words, these of relief and acceptance of what I’ve been fighting for so long. My hips roll upward, seeking friction, seeking him.
“Turn over for me.” He lifts his weight just far enough to allow movement. “Want to feel all of you.”
My body responds before my mind can catch up, rolling onto my stomach with a desperation I don’t care to hide. My knees draw up beneath me, tilting my ass in invitation, the position both a surrender and a demand.
He settles over me again, chest covering my back, his larger frame dwarfing mine.
“Perfect,” he breathes into my ear, his cock nestled between my cheeks, sliding through slick without penetrating. “My perfect Omega.”
His pheromones surround me, filling my lungs, replacing oxygen with his essence until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. My breathing syncs with his, our chests expanding and contracting in matched rhythm.
“Feel that?” One hand slides around to my chest, palm flat over my hammering heart. “It’s mine now. Has been since I first caught your scent.”
He positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock teasing my rim without pushing in.
