Page 87 of The Omega Switch: Part 2

Fuck. This once shy, cautious omega had a side that hadn’t come out until now. She was just as feral, if not more, than my pack. She was so crazed for our cocks that she had outlasted Elias and Ronan. She was pure sensuality, and it made me rock hard.

She reached down, running her hands up my chest and around my neck. She leaned over, her breasts grazing my torso as her mouth moved along my skin, her little teeth biting at me with abandon, like she wanted to mark me. Nothing was hotter than this moment. Ivy was trying to claim me.

My hands cupped her ass, squeezing it gently, then getting rougher as she started begging, then demanding, more. “Knot me, alpha!” She whined, grinding herself onto me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gasping at the feel of her perfect pussy as she ground it along my shaft.

“Calm, omega,” I said in a low voice. “I’ll give you everything you want.”

“Now!” She demanded, then nipped at my ear and bit at my collarbone, thrusting her hips into me. Elias chuckled somewhere nearby.

“She’s a needy one, isn’t she?” he asked proudly. The mattress shifted, and I turned to see Ronan watching with approval.

“Good omega,” he grunted, then reached out to run a hand along her back, cupping her ass when he reached it. “Satisfy her!” Ronan demanded.

“I’ll make sure she’s satisfied,” I said, reaching down and lifting Ivy’s hips, angling my cock at her entrance. Then, I let her go, watching as she let gravity work to lower herself onto my long cock, my eyes stuck on the way she took it inch by inch, all the way until her hips met mine again.

Ivy let out a feral mix of a grunt and a happy sigh. “Alright?” I asked gently. I was surprised she could fit all of me in. Ivy’s eyes fluttered, and she began rocking slightly on my body, letting my cock move in her at her pace.

“Good omega,” Ronan said in a low voice, his purr filling the room.

“Fucking incredible,” Elias said, his eyes stuck on us as he watched.

Ivy moved faster now, clutching me as she gripped my body for leverage. I let her take control, let her decide how fast and deep she wanted me. Her body sheathed my cock, and I was happy to lie here and just feel how amazing it was to have her on me. Every single part of my body sang with joy, and nothing had ever felt so intense as the wet, hot feeling of being inside of the most perfect person in the world. But more than that was the mental feeling - knowing that Ivy finally accepted me, that she invited me to be with her during this point in her life. Nothing felt better than that.

She was moving faster now, her breathing ragged as she bounced on me. I reached up to push her hair away from her face, and she leaned into my touch. “More,” she gasped. I gripped her hips and started thrusting against her, matching her pace and letting myself bottom out inside her, feeling her take all of me as her pussy clenched down around me. Her slick was flowing faster now, coating not just my cock but also smearing across our hips, the sound of our bodies slapping together a primal, erotic sound.

She was close, and I could feel my knot starting to swell. “Gonna knot you, omega,” I said, my voice deep as instinct took over. My fingers tightened over her skin, holding her exactly how I wanted as I met her need, thrusting in fast and hard as I felt my cock fill every inch of her, relishing in the way she shouted out as she took it in.

“Please!” She cried out, and then my knot grew, locking my cock into her sweet, perfect warm channel. I roared out as she clenched down, her body closing around my knot and keeping me a willing captive to her as we both came. The warm pulse of my release filled her, and she let out a stuttering yell as her body shook with her orgasm. Within moments, she leaned over and fell against me, her body spent.

“God, I love you so much,” I said, my breath catching as I held her against me, savoring every single moment that we would be stuck together. The minutes passed by, but I couldn't tell time. Nothing mattered except feeling her heartbeat and listening to her breathing as she rested on top of me.

She was tired, but I knew that her heat would still go on. These little moments of rest were important for her. Once she was steady, I ran my fingers gently through her hair, rubbing her scalp. Ivy made a sound so soft I almost missed it. “You like that?” I asked. She nodded against me, so I did it again, stroking over her scalp and lightly scratching through her hair before smoothing it down. Her breathing deepened. I smiled against her temple. She needed a little break from her heat, but she was doing wonderfully. No pain, no suffering, nothing but love and all the pleasure and attention we could possibly give her.

For all this time, I had imagined what it might feel like if Ivy ever truly trusted me again. Like a fool, I’d imagined it would be a singular moment, or a conversation where she told me everything was forgiven. Instead, it was slow and gradual, at Ivy’s pace. And it looked like this, with Ivy half asleep in my arms, her body curled into mine, loose instead of rigid. No fear, just trust. I heard her breathing turn into light snores, and even though I knew she wasn’t listening, I still whispered, “I love you.”

Ivy finally allowed me to care for her, and I wanted to do it perfectly because she had spent too much of her life suffering. Now, the connection between us felt almost tangible. She had seen the ugliest parts of me and knew exactly how badly I’d failed her, yet she had also allowed me to become better. Loving Ivy had forced me to confront the difference between having a biological pull toward a mate, and actually deserving to be their match. I would spend the rest of my life remembering that difference. And from here until eternity, I would always choose her. Every single time.

Soon, she’d stir again, asking for more sex, more attention, more love. I looked forward to knotting her until she was fully satisfied, no matter how long it took. But right now, I would cherish every moment of her like this, sleepy and warm in my arms, trusting me to know her needs when she could no longer speak.

Chapter 45

Ivy

I woke slowly, noticing a faint bit of sunlight peeking through the light-blocking curtains. I was beneath several arms and a soft blanket, warm and heavy, and I felt so comfortable that I considered just falling back asleep. My entire body felt relaxed in a way that I'd never experienced before. Not a single anxious thought crossed my mind. It felt like every cell in my body finally got what it wanted.

I blinked open my eyes and looked around. Before my heat, we'd made this place beautiful. Elias had helped me arrange the nest exactly how I wanted it, stocked with food and lit with warm little strings of lights around the ceiling. The bed had been arranged with soft blankets and pillows, and we had an entire mini refrigerator packed with food and drinks.

Now there were blankets everywhere - on the floor, halfway off the mattress, and twisted around various limbs. The pillows were tossed about the room. The little refrigerator was open and completely empty.

I looked up to see that half the string lights were missing. I followed the remaining strand across the ceiling until I found the missing portion tangled on the floor beside Ronan. A flash of a memory returned.

"Oh, my God."

I slapped a hand over my mouth. At some point during my heat, I'd decided that Ronan was too confident about how easily he could overpower me, and in my heat-crazed mind I had to teach him a lesson. The lights had come down and had been used to tie Ronan's wrists together while I tormented him with my mouth.

A giggle escaped before I could stop it. I sank back into the pillows, trying to smother my laughter so I wouldn't wake anyone. As I started to feel more alive, I realized I felt so, so different - amazing, really.

I stretched beneath the blankets and nearly groaned from how wonderful it felt. My muscles were tired, but loose and relaxed. The restless ache that normally lingered after one of my heats was gone. The strange emotional rawness that I’d always get afterward wasn't there. My mind felt quiet and satisfied. It felt foreign, because my previous heats had never ended like this.