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I gripped slender hips, steadying them as I took control again. I took his dick into my throat, my lips and nose grazing soft manicured curls. Inch by inch, I pulled up until he nearly slipped out of my mouth, and swallowed, sucking him into the back of my throat in one, fell swoop. I moaned loudly, the taste of him sweet, heady, and nearly intoxicating.

“Elias—Eli,” Delaney sang, each iteration of my name sounding needier than the last and sending waves of heat washing over me and settling in my gut.

Despite being so hard I ached I pushed aside my desire to focus on Delaney. With every swipe of my tongue along the underside of his shaft, I felt the buildup of his pleasure increasing. He twitched between my lips, his dick pulsing on my tongue with each dip of my head. The taste of jasmine bloomed brightly as I pulled him to an edge, the sound of his breathing rapid and the edges ragged with desperation.

Slender fingers tightened in my curls, the strength of his grip causing pain to briefly flicker across my scalp. “Eli,” Delaney begged, my name falling from his lips in an airy tone. His hips rose and fell, the smooth gyration pushing him deep enough to trigger my gag reflex.

I pulled back to sit on my calves, wiping my watering eyes and mouth. “Not yet,” I softly stated. “I’m not done with you yet, Laney.”

Expecting him to push back, I was floored when he nodded, his voice heavy with desire as he replied, “Okay, alpha.”

To be honest, I planned to do a lot; I wanted to tease him, bring him close to an edge and not allow him to fall off. I wanted him to fuck my mouth in earnest as I fingered him open. I wanted to spend hours exploring every inch of his body, much like I did our first time. As I stared down at him, I noticed the way he trembled and how his hand tightly gripped the sheets. He looked up at me with heavily lidded eyes and a slightly swollen-from-being-bitten bottom lip and whispered,

“I trust you.”

I fumbled to open my jeans with one hand and gave up, practically shredding my pants as I used every bit of my strength to pull at and destroy the denim. My attempt to disrobe was frantic and urgent but by the by the time I was completely nude, I remembered the request to be gentle. I slowed down, reminding myself that I had all the time in the world to have him in numerous ways, but right now wasn’t just about the physical act. It was more than that; it was about the intimacy that being joined together would give us. It was about giving myself over to my true nature and not feeling shame or guilt. It was about showing Delaney—although he believed he wasn’t—just how deserving of love he truly was. I didn’t want to speed past any of that.

It was always so much more for me.

I spread his thighs again, slotting between them. Cupping his face, I peppered kisses along the corner of his mouth and jaw, trailing my mouth up to his earlobe. “I love you, Delaney,” I whispered, my words falling against the shell of his ear.

“I-I love you, Eli.” Delaney’s sentence was punctuated with a sharp inhale of breath, his back arching from the bed and his nails digging into my back.

I entered him slowly, gritting my teeth as I buried my face in the crook of his neck. Slick walls fluttered around the head of my dick, the grip tight and pulling me in as he rolled his hips forwards. I withdrew, pulling back a few inches only to slide completely home, burying myself to the hilt inside of my omega. Once fully seated, I paused to catch my breath and to allow him the chance to adjust. Raising my head to check in, I glanced down at him, noticing large, glittering tears clinging to his thick lashes. “Are you—” I began to question, alarmed, but was cut off.

“I’m fine. If I wasn’t, I would let you know.”

“Okay, just tell me if you—oh, fuck.” I exhaled softly, my eyes rolling closed. He rocked his hips up to meet mine, his insides tightening around my length. Taking the hint, I set an easy pace, staying nestled inside of him. When I drove my hips forward, I was rewarded with a small series of gasps and moans that were, quite frankly, the most enticing sounds I’d ever heard.

The way he felt wrapped around my dick, along with his mouthwatering scent, had my blood boiling and my knot beginning to swell. Our hips rose and fell in sync, Delaney bearing down as I thrusted forward, and as we established a perfect rhythm, for the second time in twenty-two years, I didn’t feel guilt or shame when I knotted him, locking us together

In fact, I felt an overwhelming sense of pride and love, however, there was something else there, just underneath the surface begging to be acknowledged. Especially when he pressed his head into the pillow as he orgasmed, exposing his unmarked gland. My gums tingled as my fangs broke through, my dick pulsing against his walls as the thought of claiming him sent me hurtling towards my own release.

“Alpha,” Delaney moaned, “I want all of you.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, I nodded and reached up to unlatch the choker around my neck, fighting the urge to grimace as my scent exploded, rapidly blanketing every inch of the room. I waited for Delaney to drop, for my future mate to become feral in the same way the others did and forget himself, but much like the first time, he didn’t drop completely. It was as if he was drunk. Bronze eyes were unfocused and glazed over by his desire, his body extremely lax. A consistent rumbling purr was just underneath the surface of his slurred words—words that left me reeling and seeking certainty when Delaney huskily begged,

“Claim me, Elias.”

“Are—are you sure, Delaney? It’s irreversible and—” I hissed loudly, my hips bucking forward as he turned his head and sank his fangs deep into my gland. searing pain, followed by blinding pleasure had my vision blacking out as I twitched and pulsed my release.

He pulled away from my gland, moaning loudly as I came inside of him, and when he showed, again, the unmarked expanse of skin, this time, I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in, opened my mouth, and bit down.

Chapter Twenty

I heard the claiming bite was excruciating, however, when teeth came together on my neck, fangs piercing the thin skin to bind me to Eli, it did hurt, but only momentarily. The agony was swept away by the tides of immeasurable ecstasy as, once again, I orgasmed, my back arching from the disheveled sheets as he slowly ground his hips against mine. Tightly, I gripped the bedding as pleasure like I’d never known coursed through my body.

I whimpered when he unlatched but Eli soothed me, his voice gentle. “It’s okay, Laney. I got you.” He swiped his tongue along the puncture wounds as he shifted, rolling over onto his back to hold me against his chest. “I knew it would hurt, but I didn’t think—”

I interrupted him, my voice breaking as emotions I’d never felt before simultaneously weighed down my heart and made me feel like I was soaring freely. “It’s not the pain. I didn’t only feel pain.”

Eli’s hand was warm on my back, his fingers lightly trailing along the curve of my spine. “Then what’s wrong, love?”

My voice caught in my throat, the words there but refusing to form. How could I tell him that I never thought this would happen for me? That although I was happy, there was the sinking feeling that come daybreak, he would realize he made a mistake and would resent me? How could I ruin the moment by telling him I didn’t feel worthy of being his mate?

I couldn’t.

So, I didn’t.