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

her lips, licking one more time before sliding to the shell of her ear, “and I love every part of you. The wounded. The broken. The bravery. The strength. I love you, Anastasia. I need you.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Anastasia

Past, present, and future collide, his words melding my torn heart, the jagged rip down the center raised and rough like a scar but holding me together all the same.

While his voice restructures my heart, his soul soothes the perfect little bundles of joy I hold so dear. The love he proclaims shines in every cuddle and caress he gives them, his assurance the rock upon which I would happily build my life.

“I love you too, Jumoke.”

His mouth returns to mine, gentle arousal infusing my veins.

Unlike the consuming waves of my heat, tendrils of warmth lap at my nerves, a soft awakening of my insides. His thick length nestled between my backside makes me long to have him locked inside me. I want his knot to stretch me while I accept his release deep in my womb.

My hips move of their own accord, grinding my ass into the hard underside of his cock. A mewl leaves my throat, these sensations so different from anything I’ve felt before I cannot fight the urge to verbalize my desire.

He steals control from me, my long years of locking away woe and desire over.

His fingers tighten on my throat.

I grind harder, my clit pulsing in torment.

He tugs my hair.

My slick coats my thighs.

The pressure on my scalp ends as he releases my hair. Before I can whine in response, skilled fingers reach under me and slide on either side of my sensitive bundle of nerves, wiggling and stealing my breath.

His deep, lascivious growl melts my bones.

He pulls away from my mouth to issue a single, brain-scrambling word.

“Mine.”

His mouth descends, teeth and tongue consuming and claiming. Thick fingers squeeze together, pinching my clit until explosions spark behind my eyelids.

As my core begins to swell and ripen, he lets go of my clit and manhandles me. With two quick movements, he spins me onto my back and yanks my knee up to pin it to my shoulder.

I squeak as his blunt head breaches my entrance. Without relenting his exuberant attack on my mouth, he pushes deeper, demanding I accept his wide girth.

Glorious stretching steals my breath.

Too enticed by his ruthless penetration, my body begs for more, slick lubricating his cock with every thrust of his hips.

Too perfect for words, I moan with each delicious invasion, his masculine strength carrying me away from the trauma of my past.

When I reach heights beyond recognition, a thread snaps, sending me into a whirlwind of satisfaction and pleasure.

Pressure swells as his knot expands behind my pelvic bone, forcing my scream of ecstasy into his mouth.

My orgasm fades, leaving me a sweating pile of putty in his masterful hands.

He rolls over, gathering me onto his chest and arranging my legs so my knees rest along his sides.

With his knot lodged deep inside me and my body snuggled on top of him, I fall into slumber, more satisfied than I’ve ever felt before.

∆∆∆

Even though the bedding is soft, my shoulders ache as they land, Jumoke’s sudden movement snapping me awake.

His tongue laps at my nether lips while he offers me fingers coated in our mixed essences. I suck them into my mouth, the dryness easing as I consume.

My breasts ache and my core throbs by the time he finishes greedily gobbling up and sharing what we made.

“Don’t move.”

I freeze as he crawls away, stunned as air wafts across my exposed flesh.

He climbs out of the bed, walks to the food storage, and returns to me with two bottles of water. He cracks open the first lid with such force I can’t help but stare with wide eyes.

His thick forearms look altogether too tempting.

A smirk pulls his lips up on one side, and I realize he can sense the arousal coursing through me.

“Again?”

As much as I want to, my skin holds too much grime. My hair crackles with each movement I’m so filthy.

My face slips into a familiar expression, the stern mask I wore for years easy to don.

“No.”

His grin grows, the challenge pleasing him.

He hands me the water bottle.

It feels like a trap, but I need hydration. I keep my eye on him, the pranks of his youth reminding me to be wary.

“Are you sure?” he asks, the mirth in his eyes making my heart thump in a mix of happiness and uncertainty.

My thirst refuses to let me stop drinking the water, my efforts to pull the bottle away from my lips futile.

He tips his bottle up, gulping the entire contents down in two seconds.

“I think you meant, ‘yes, Alpha. Let’s go again!’ Didn’t you?” he says before tossing his empty bottle over his shoulder.

In the midst of swallowing a large mouthful, I nearly choke as he dives into the bed, landing between my legs and pushing my knees to my ribs.

I sputter, pouring some water on my face before I manage to tilt the bottle upright, shock making my reflexes slow.

“Jumoke, no!”

Yet a lightness in my heart stops me from actual anger. The buoyant glee in his soul seems to be more infectious than I thought my skin to be.

“You mean, ‘Oh, yes, my lifemate. Fuck me with your tongue until all I can do is beg for your knot!’ You’re such a wicked little thing,” he says, his breath ghosting along my lower folds.

His mimickery makes laughter bubble inside my chest, the high notes he projects in reference to my own voice so ludicrous I can’t help it.

Golden flecks of joy dance within light green irises as I chuckle at him.

“Damn, your laugh is beautiful.”

Water fills my eyes, the awe in his tone wrecking me.

Despite the heat coursing through my veins, the grunge on my skin very much bothers me.

“I want what you are offering after a shower.”

He tempts me by turning on the charm, biting his lower lip