Untouched Omega (Alpha Elite Series Book 4), V.T. Bonds [best books to read for success .txt] 📗

decided to compensate for every unrequited heat I’ve suffered through. As if it’s angry my lifemate took so long to save me.

As if it must make up for the years I’ve denied it.

The shower’s lukewarm cascade feels like sandpaper on my hypersensitive skin.

Jumoke’s broad back shields everything except the top of my head and my legs.

Until a cramp bows my spine.

Cool hardness meets my hands and knees as I’m lowered to the floor, my stomach lurching into my throat at my lifemate’s sudden movement.

He mounts me, spearing me on his massive cock, giving me what my body demands.

Bless him. My toes cramp from the intensity of my desire.

His invasion hurts, even as my instincts howl in elation. I try to stay braced on my hands and knees, but his brutal thrusts make me lose my handhold.

My palms slide out from under me.

Before my face slams into the shower floor, his forearm slips between my breasts. He lifts my torso up, resting his palm over my lifemating mark. Sparks pop along my nerves, an immediate and savage orgasm shattering me.

The telltale stretching of my pussy warns of his knot. My body jolts, pushing back in eager demand of his ruthless claiming.

On and on my organs seize, the orgasm too intense to be called pleasure.

Panic attempts to take root as his knot locks us together, yet no relief arrives. His hot release coats my insides, and still my core demands more.

My head spins, my lungs unable to replenish my oxygen supply with a seized diaphragm.

Sharp teeth settle on my nape, the dagger-like points not breaking skin, but the dominating gesture washes over my rising panic and settling my mind.

His decadent growl vibrates into my shoulder, the demanding waves soothing the grip lust has on my muscles.

As soon as my diaphragm relaxes, I suck in as much air as I can hold, my breathing rapid as my thoughts swirl.

Despite his potent Alpha demands, my core continues to contract, milking him until he’s gasping against my nape.

When it stops its maniacal clenching, I melt to the floor, my lifemate settling part of his weight on my back. Without his knot occupying my pussy and his body pressing me to the floor, surely I would crumble to pieces and float down the drain.

His seed fills me to bursting, my tired uterus feeling more bloated than is comfortable. I whimper, torn between satisfaction, exhaustion, and shock.

His knot recedes.

He ferries the mixture to my mouth, finding no resistance from me. I swallow it down with relish, knowing I need the act to not only fulfill my instincts, but also to provide my body with depleted nutrients.

He mumbles under his breath, and a small moan slips from me as I realize he’s cursing the cascade of water rinsing away the spoils of our mating.

His vile, hate-filled words spark an unexpected jubilation in my soul.

My lifemate desires every part of me. He’s angry at water because it carries away what we’ve made.

I am Omega.

It took this male to break through all my barriers.

It took his recklessness for me to finally experience the beauty of touch.

When words finally form, they grate through a sore throat.

“Jumoke, this can’t be right.”

His purr reverberates through my existence, joining his calloused palms as they stroke along my curves.

“Your heat doesn’t feel natural, I agree. Don’t worry, beautiful, I’ll help you through it. We’ll talk once we’re on the other side. Okay?”

His attempt to hide his worry isn’t successful since I have open access to his soul. He increases his purr, scrambling my thoughts, and strokes my wet hair from my face.

“Do you trust me?”

His beseeching tone falls so far from his normal character I worry I’ve entered another realm.

His massive hands cradling my lost loves will never fade from my mind’s eye.

“Yes. I trust you.”

Strong fingers guide my chin so he can brush soft kisses against my lips.

“Thank you, Anastasia. You bless me beyond measure. Let’s get you in a nest where I can care for you properly.”

“I’ve never nested before.”

“I know, love. I’m eager to share your first with you.”

The ground leaves my front, his strength lifting me into the clouds. His heat seeps into my side as he cradles me. The sound of water pelting the shower stall stops before cool air rushes over my exposed flesh.

His smooth gait lulls me with its leashed power, sensing the control he wields over such a skillful body reassuring me.

I’ve never felt so safe.

An unexpected dip of his shoulder has me clinging to him, gravity threatening to carry me away.

He shushes me as though I’m an over reactive babe.

It works like a charm, my heartbeat settling as his cooing chases away the rush of adrenaline.

He takes another step down, his other shoulder dipping with the motion, and I realize he’s lowering us both into his bed.

Instead of laying me down, he sits cross-legged in the corner, angling my toes toward a mound of fabric so it’s the first thing I see when I open my tired eyes. Grit seems to have crusted on my lashes—the short shower inadequate for the epic cry session we both participated in earlier.

Yet I don’t mind the reminder. Such a sweet moment cannot be replicated nor repeated.

I lift a shaky hand and swipe the debris from my eyes.

My fingers itch to reorganize the blankets, even though I only have a vague suggestion as to where things should go. Instead of reaching for the pile, I raise my palm to his jaw.

“I helped Shya build a nest. Not a real one, but one in her heart, to protect her lifemating bond. She wasn’t mine, but she was so innocent and delicate, and it was easy to imagine she belonged to me. She followed and mimicked me, just like she was my child. That was one of my only good memories before today. Even though they refused to allow me to return to her, I knew I’d done the best I could with the small amount of time we had together… Jumoke?”

“Yes,