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

fill my mouth with fabric and bite down to ease the ache in my gums.

Deft digits sink into my depths as we both moan. I shiver and gasp as his breath joins his fingers, the warmth ghosting along my folds too intense for words.

Grunting and growling like a wild beast, I push back in demand, needing his invasion more than my next breath.

A massive hand settles on my wrist as he rises above me, pinning it against the pillows next to my face as he deserts my swollen folds.

Unable to hold back the need to show him my plight, I lean over and wedge his forearm between my teeth, grinding hard enough to test the resistance of his flesh without breaking his skin.

His other hand grabs my hip, holding me in place for his entry.

The wide head of his cock splits me open, his girth extreme despite having accepted him into my body many times before.

This joining feels different, as though my cells will dry up and die should I go without his presence inside me. Not even my heat compares. My heat felt alien and wrong while this feels like mine.

It feels like my desire and yearning.

This is natural.

I need my Alpha. I crave the male responsible for the babe growing in my womb.

I scream in ecstatic bliss as he takes up all the space within my womanhood. My swollen tissues grip him with such intense greediness his growl turns feral.

The deep vibrations splinter me, shoving my shredded pieces over the precipice so I have no choice but to plummet through brilliant clouds.

His brutal thrusts make my knees slide forward despite his strong grip on my hip. I lock my jaw around his forearm, stilting my never-ending scream and muffling it against his delicious flesh.

“Mine.”

His guttural voice prolongs my orgasm as he thrusts harder into me. I clamp down on the taut skin in my mouth as his knot forms, catching on my outer lips with every quick jab of his cock.

My need for oxygen makes my lungs expand, a growl of my own mingling with his masculine rumble.

He seats himself as deep within me as he’ll fit, his knot stretching me impossibly further.

I shriek and bite while clawing at our nest, loving the agonizing fullness of his knot locking us together.

As another orgasm sends me flying through multicolored clouds, my core drowns in his offering. Even as high as I fly, his release sends me higher, my cells strengthening with the potent liquid he fills me with.

A hollowness hidden by good food and lovely company ceases to plague me, his offering overflowing with nutrients my cells eagerly absorb.

Still in the midst of contracting in glorious pleasure, his fingers on my clit force my insides to clamp even tighten around him.

I die in utter bliss, destroying our nest in my delirium as my mouth fills with his blood and my soul dances with his.

Years flicker within my euphoria as the time he sheltered me from bursts free of his restraint. He gives me his everything.

He left a home full of controlled chaos to find where he truly belongs.

He joined the military to battle his boredom and found the challenge his energetic soul required. Dark days turned pieces of him sour, infecting his natural vibrancy until much of him hated the weakness of the world.

He’d found his true brothers. Males who would never let him down no matter where their missions took them.

He’d done many deplorable acts. Maimed and killed for a Command who’d failed him in the end.

Yet his brothers had stayed loyal. He’d stayed loyal too, feeling more connected to his teammates than he had ever felt to his myriad of siblings and mothers.

He’d watched in disgust as his teammates had fallen one by one, weakening for their Omegas.

Then fate had revealed his own lifemate, and he’d been livid.

He’d hated me before he met me yet couldn’t sever the link between us.

He’d hurt when I’d rejected him. My reasons had been my own, locked behind the barrier I’d erected between us. I’d only been doing what I had to do to protect those sullied with my existence.

Despite his every effort to cut me out of his life, he’d secretly wanted my devotion more than he’d wanted anything in his life.

And I’d shut him out.

With every breath he’d grown angrier, lashing out at those around him and acting like a fool.

He displayed every stereotypical tendency of a denied Alpha.

He hid his bleak years and explosive days from me, worrying the visions of violence would corrupt my view of him and hinder our budding relationship.

With bliss stealing my senses and his powerful body dominating mine, I can’t help but love him more.

I’ve lived a stagnant life.

He’s lived a life full of color and chaos.

Fate demanded we join, but I can’t imagine finding a more perfect mate—in heart, body, and soul, I love everything about this wild Alpha.

When I return to the world, I lick the unintentional mark on his arm, unrepentant over sinking my teeth where everyone will see.

He purrs against my back, smooshing me into our wrecked nest as he settles my hips to the mattress. The move shifts his knot inside me, forcing a delirious moan from my lips.

I lick his arm one last time before resting my head and smirking in floaty happiness. Even with his weight pushing me down into the bedding, I hover amidst the clouds.

He nips my ear, groaning when it makes me flutter around his cock, and strokes my side with lazy fingers.

“I love you, Anastasia.”

My response isn’t led by the babe growing in my womb or the bond between us.

No, it comes from my heart.

“I love you too, Jumoke.”

No matter how rambunctious he may be, I’ll never regret being lifemated to him.

His gentle caresses lull me into slumber, where we cuddle and kiss the little dears in my heart.

Another link has begun to form.

Tiny and thin, but not brittle or weak, a new vine grows from my heart.

Jumoke’s wonder drowns out my