Page 103 of Talk About… Dramay
“Fuck me, Hudson. I need you to claim me,” I begged him. The needy omega in me didn’t want to wait for my heat for him.
His teasing smile dropped and his eyes widened.
“You want that?”
“More than anything,” I said, flipping over onto my stomach, pressing my face into the mattress, spreading my knees, and arching my back to present for him.
He shifted closer, his legs bracketing mine as his fingertips ghosted over my skin. Goosebumps erupted at the touch and I clenched my fists into the sheets, wiggling my ass at him.
My patience was failing.
Then he was there, swiping the tip of his cock through my slick before pushing inside. It wasn’t slow, but forceful. His hips snapping forward to fill me before pulling back and doing it again. He fucked me furiously, like he had lost every bit of his control and couldn’t hold himself back.
Satisfaction filled me as my scent clouded the air in appreciation. He groaned as it hit him, doubling his efforts sothe headboard smacked the wall and the sound of our skin making contact filled the air.
“Come for me again, omega, let me feel you gush around me,” he ordered as he slid his hand between us, fingers pressing into my clit, rubbing me in time with his thrusts.
This orgasm was blinding and swift, slamming into me like a tidal wave. My keening cries were muffled in the bedsheets as ripples of pleasure tore through me, one after the other.
Hudson’s knot swelled in answer, making the already tight fit feel impossibly tighter. It pressed into my sensitive walls, making that one orgasm seem as if it was going on forever, clenching around him as his fingers dug into my hips and his cum filled me.
Hudson bent over me, teeth clamping into my shoulder and staking his claim. His presence filled my mind, a flood of feeling that matched my own greeting me.
There was so much love and adoration that a tear leaked down my cheek. I knew he was all in, but this? This was so much more than I could have ever imagined.
“You love me,” I croaked out.
“I do, Love. You’re mine forever,” he promised as he soothed the bite before settling us on our sides.
The primal fuck turning into something sweet and gentle. Soft kisses and rocking of his hips lulling me into a state of peace I never could have anticipated.
Oriana
“Good morning, Baby,” Cameron’s deep rumble roused me from my half asleep state as I waited for the coffee to brew.
“Morning,” I mumbled, not even opening my eyes from where I was slumped against the counter. Cameron chuckled and moved in behind me, kissing my neck as he hugged me.
“What do you say to us taking our pack to the flea market out in Creekwood?”
That had me finally opening my eyes and spinning in his arms. My excitement was building but that tiny part of me that kept popping up, was terrified.
These were things I did with the old Cameron.
I was having a hard time melding the two in my mind and letting go of that life before.
But the idea of showing everyone around one of my favorite places was enough to let a smile play across my lips and nod.
“Perfect,” he said, stealing a kiss before taking the mug from my hands and making me a cup of coffee.
I had yet to read through all of his letters. In fact, I hadn’t opened a single one since he gave me them all. Those years broke me in so many ways and I didn’t want to relive that pain. Especially now that I held some of the blame.
I watched him move around the kitchen, already comfortable here. In fact, the man who was making my coffee looked so much different than the one who found me when I moved back.
Without the burden and fear of never winning me back hanging over him, he seemed to stand taller and not hold the weight of the world on his back. Maybe I was crazy, but even his skin was clearer and his eyes less shadowed.
I remembered him mentioning drinking too much and I wondered if it was a lot worse than I thought.
“How are you holding up? I know it’s been a whirlwind for me, I’m sure for you, too,” I asked gently.