Omega Bound Chapter 294

Thane

I don’t know if it was the stress of finding out there is another house....well, moderately sized castle, or the  stress of picking out everything for it with pups on the way, but Ayla has been lost in her omega instincts since we’ve been back at Midnight.

Much like Ayla needs to prepare for our pups, her wolf does as well, it seems. She destroyed her nest to change and swap out blankets. I had a delivery of new blankets for her to choose from as she growled, groaned, packed, stacked, and wove a new nest.

I lost my pillowcase and shirt.

I had to search for her knitting supplies.

She made me take off my pants. Not for her nest.

She just made me take them off.

Now, she’s curled in the middle of the nest she’s been building for days...pillows stacked, blankets layered high, a fortress of warmth and scent and safety.

Her eyes catch mine immediately, glowing faintly with her wolf. She pats the space beside her, a command disguised as an invitation.

I stop at the edge, pulse thudding. I’ve fought wars, ripped wolves apart with my bare hands, but right now I can’t make my legs move. Not because I don’t want her, because I do, so badly it burns, but because I can’t shake the sound of those two heartbeats.

My Little Wolf growls, and I cover my laugh with a cough.“Because I’m terrified I might hurt you. Or them.” My hand twitches toward her belly and falls useless at my side. “I want you, Ayla, but.. I feel… bigger. Stronger.... What if I lose control?”

Her wolf surges through the bond, fierce and certain. She crawls closer in the blankets until she’s right at the edge, looking up at me.

I drop my head, fighting the roar inside me. “I can’t think straight when I smell you like this. When you look at me like that. It’s not just want....it’s need, and it’s so strong I don’t trust myself.”

She smiles, small but devastating. Her hand slides over mine, presses it flat to her stomach, where one of the twins shifts faintly under my palm. “They’re strong. I’m strong. And you’re not too much, Thane. You’re mine. That means every part of you belongs here, in this nest, with me.”

Something cracks open in my chest. Fear and love and feral instinct crash together until I can’t separate them. I let out a low, broken laugh, shaking my head. “Alpha of Alphas, undone by an omega in a blanket pile.”

I extend my arm, and she uses it to yank me into her nest. “Are you sure about this?”

Her answering gowl has me laughing. “Somebody wants to be a good girl. You need it. I’m not doing a very good job keeping you satisfied, am I?” I run my lips up and down on my bite mark on her neck. I can feel little shivers down her arms, and I smile against her neck, kissing my way back up.

I pull back, “You need to tell me if I hurt you.” I pull her shirt over her head, as she shoves her cold fingers down into my boxers pulling them down.

“You need to get these off.” She replies back, making me smile, her wolf riding her instincts hard.

I pull the rest of her clothes off and slide out of mine. Our lips connect, and she soon makes it apparent that tender kisses are not what she is after. Little Wolf grows more hungry, more frantic in her movements. I give her what she’s demanding. I crush my mouth to hers, no careful brush this time, but feverish, hungry, claiming. Her lips part with a gasp that shoots straight to my gut, and I drink her in like I’ve been dying for air. My hands fist in the blankets on either side of her head just to keep myself from tearing them apart as I deepen the kiss, tongue sliding against hers, teeth catching, breath mingling in frantic pulls. It isn’t gentle. It’s raw and urgent,

I pull away and run my teeth down her body, finding her nipple and teasing it with my tongue before licking my way back up. I breathe into her ear, enjoying the little gasps it causes her to make. “Be a good girl for me, baby, and present.”

Ayla moans, shuddering again before rolling onto her knees, resting her head on her hands, her ass in the air. I run my dick through her folds which earns me a growl for taking too long. Slowly, I push into her, taking my time for her to adjust.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared shitless, worrying that I’m about to give my pups a concussion.

Normal first time father spirals....I hope.

“I can feel you panicking through the bond, you know.” Ayla huffs, causing me to laugh. Finally, I decide to give her what she needs and push myself the rest of the way in. “Yes...”She exhales, “More.” She demands, and I answer.

Each small sound she makes winds me tighter, pushes me closer to breaking.

I shift my grip, one hand steadying her hip, the other braced above her head as I press deeper, harder, matching the pace her wolf demands from me. Every movement is a surrender...me giving her everything without holding back, her body answering in a sharp, desperate rhythm.

“You’re doing so good. You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes...please don’t stop.” I run my fingers up the back of her neck, into her hair, tugging gently as I use my other hand on her hip to guide her hips back into my thrusts.

“This was all you needed wasn’t it....you just needed me to make you feel good.”

“Yes....please make me feel good....please.....yes.....yes..”

She arches into me, chasing it, and I adjust, angling until her cry punches straight through my chest. I keep her pinned in place as her body tightens, rocking with a steady, relentless drive that carries her higher. The pressure builds until my body shakes with it, every muscle locked, every nerve screaming for release. I try to hold on, to give her more, but the bond sears through me and tears down the last of my control.

My rhythm turns desperate, each thrust harder, deeper, until I’m gritting my teeth and growling her name against her throat. Heat licks through my spine, coiling tight, and then it breaks.....violent, consuming, unstoppable.

When she finally breaks, trembling under me, I don’t stop. I hold her through it, movements still strong but measured, drawing out every last shudder as if I can wring the pleasure straight from her bones. My lips stay at her ear, murmuring her name like it’s both a prayer and a curse, promising her I’ll never let her go.

I bury myself in her, clutching her so close it feels like I could drag her inside my ribs. The bond lights up, her pleasure crashing into mine until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

When it finally ebbs, I collapse against her, chest heaving, still trembling with aftershocks. My mouth finds her shoulder, her temple, whispering her name like I need it to anchor me. Even as my body wrings out the last jolts of pleasure, I can feel her heartbeat steady under my palm, reminding me of everything we’ve created between us.