Omega Bound Chapter 48

Thane

As I lay here cradling Ayla in my arms, I can't imagine anything in the entire world being better than this. I have the desire to consume her. To be everywhere on her and in her. It defies all logic, how fast this connection has formed and how quickly it is growing. I am sure she can feel my erection firm against her stomach. I would make any deal imaginable to have her the way I want her, but it also will take us to a place we can't come back from.

Sure, I can excuse this cuddle as emotional comfort for someone who needs it. That someone being me, but I won't be able to excuse sleeping with her knowing she potentially has a mate. A mate undeserving of her. The world is underserving in my opinion.

I thread my fingers up into the back of her hair, fighting the urge to tug slightly and push my hips forwards. All I would have to do is pull her head up and plant my lips. She would melt under me in the way I want her to.

Ayla shifts her hips forward, ever so slightly pressing against my erection and squeezes me tighter, signaling to me she is still awake. I can lay here and contemplate everything that is a bad idea, or I can act now and worry about the rest later. Maybe we can give each other some comfort without pushing it too far. Maybe we will wake up and Kian will have been run over by a car, and I can take Ayla as my chosen mate and never allow another unmated female in my vicinity again, thus limiting the chances of finding my fated mate. I decided to test the waters and push my erection into her stomach and hold it firm. A signal, I too am still awake little wolf.

She tilts her hips slightly trying to get flush against my dick, but there is too much of a height distance. I slowly remove my leg from her hip and wedge it between hers. My thigh coming up firmly against her heat, applying pressure. The hand that I have wrapped in her hair slides down her back and I place it above her ass crack, my thumb skimming down inside her shorts to get as close to her skin as possible.

I held her like this for a while. Giving us both an opportunity to roll over, end this, leave. The opportunity to do something else, but neither of us take it. I think about all the things I want to say. I want to explain that we can't have each other as desperately as I want to because of Kian, but bringing up his name would end this, and I can't.

I use my hand on her lower back to push her hips forwards, pressing her clit over my thigh as I push my hips forward to grind into her pelvis and stomach. She makes an audible gasp that is like music to my dick, urging me on to repeat the move, again, and again. I took my other hand that was under my pillow and entangled it into her hair, pulling gently as we started to slowly grind onto each other. Each of us move slowly. Like we don't want it to end but want to see what we can get away with.

I start rolling my hips with each thrust of her clit against my thigh. Her only covering, thin sleep shorts and mine, black boxers. I know my dick has made its way out of my boxers and is rubbing against her flesh, precum dripping now under her tank that has ridden up. She is so warm and soft. Much like her beautiful pussy I can't stop thinking about. Images of me eating her out running through my mind. What I wouldn't give for another taste of little wolf.

Our thrusting has become harder, more uninhibited. She is softly moaning, breathing harder as she meets me thrust for thrust. She is rocking her cunt against my hip now, somehow shifting clear up my leg while we dry hump, or I have shifted down. I am not sure, nor do I care. This is pure ecstasy. Every moan of hers causes a low grunt or groan in me. I occasionally feel a low rumble through my chest, Ronan pushing me to rut, trying to ignore my plan to be gentle.

Her body is starting to stiffen. I am sure if I shoved fingers into her tight pussy, they would be squeezed relentlessly. I grab her face and force her to look up at me. I want to see her unravel. I want to see how beautiful she is when she comes.

"You're so close Little Wolf. I love how hard you ride my leg, taking what you need. You are such a good girl. You listen so well. Be a good girl and come for me. I want you to take what is yours. What I give you and look at me while you are doing it." Her eyes snap open as she starts mewling loudly and digging her nails into my bicep.

I hold her firm against my hip and force her to keep thrusting her throbbing clit into my hip. I can feel her wetness through her shorts. I would love for her to get her wolf back so I can feel her omega slick run down her legs for me and see that beautiful pussy take my knot.

Her mouth forms an O while she finishes on me. Her ecstasy and coming undone is my favorite thing to see, I want nothing else to look. "Good girl little wolf. Your beautiful pussy did so well." I say as I keep thrusting, close myself. My breathing is ragged, and I think my filthy mouth has just as much as an effect on myself as it does on her.

She drops her hand from my bicep and scoots further down the bed. I am not sure what she is doing until she places the hand firmly on my dick and wedges it between her beautiful, milky white breasts. She may be small, but she is more than a handful and who knew my Little Wolf could be so adventurous? I finish taking her tank top off and squeeze her tits together around my cock.

All it takes is three pumps and I pull out between them and finish all over her chest with a deep moan and grunting her name, never taking my eyes away from hers. Damn it. So much for a little bit of comfort tonight. If this is the last time I am with Ayla, at least it will be a great memory.

We are both breathing hard and panting, and sweating at this point. "Stay here Little Wolf." I say as I walk naked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. I can feel her eyes on me the entire time. Little Wolf doesn't know that I can tell whenever she checks out my ass. Even with clothes on.

I come back and clean between her legs and then clean myself off her breasts. My wolf wants to smear my come into her breast and mark her as mine so the entire pack can smell me on her and know who she belongs to, but I don't. I clean her up, then myself and flop down next to her. I kiss her on the forehead and tuck her into my side again. I could ruin this with words, explanations, worries or fears, but I remain quiet and kiss her again. We both know we shouldn't have. We also both know we don't regret it.

I have my chin on top of her head again. My alpha senses kick in, and I get the faint feel of another wolf present. I lift myself up and look around, but nobody is here. I would know. I would have smelled them or heard them. I look back down at Ayla's sleeping form and just briefly for a few seconds, I can feel her wolf attempting to reconnect, to make contact in some way. Ronan is purring in my mind, and it is coming through my chest. I have never purred for anyone except Ayla and usually purring is to comfort and omega, but I think Ronan wants to let Aramana know that he isn't a threat, that she too is safe, and I hold her tight in my arms and let him.