Page 112 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

“I can’t take my mind off you. You’re all I think about, all I care about,” King says in an explosion of sound. “Merle, you turned it all upside down. I was fine, my life was fine, but I saw you, and I can’t lose you.”

I hug him tighter, biting my lip until it aches. I turn and press my lips to his ear, kissing him, ignoring the tears running down my face.

I don’t have the words, I don’t have a voice. So, I try to tell him in the only way I can how much he means to me.

He wants me to stay, but I can’t. That’s not how we work. I can’t be the only one here. It’s not fair to the rest of us.

“Shh, Merle. Shh. I’ve got you. I’m here with you. It’s okay. You’re safe. Everything is going to be fine now, we’re together again.”

I pull back, my body tingling, nerves twanging. This is a massive step, but I feel like I’m ready. I hold out a hand; he takes it and follows me as I lead him back to my bedroom. I check my silver, looking at my treasures before I turn to face him.

The first move is the hardest. I peel my top off and stare at him. His jaw drops, and he takes a hesitant step towards me. His eyes lingering over my skin like a warm caress. I’m afraid, but even vulnerable and exposed, I know he won’t hurt me.

“We don’t have to do this-”

I rush forward, pressing my fingers to his lips, silencing him. As soon as he stops, I grab the sports bra I’m wearing and yank it off, throwing it across the room.

“Merle.”

I smile at him; it’s wobbly, but it’s there. With hesitant fingers and a quick glance at his face, I grab his belt, pulling it off when he doesn’t do anything to stop me. The door’s closed, but the house is full of alphas. My alphas.

They won’t let anyone get us.

We’re safe.

He groans, and finally, I know he’s on board. I remove his clothes, stripping him slowly, as I explore all those hard muscles. My breathing is rough by the time he’s lying on the bed, and I’m forced to acknowledge the cock that is leaking pre-cum on his stomach.

I shimmy out of my panties and climb onto the bed, knee walking towards him. For a moment, I don’t know what to do. I didn’t lie when I said we’d had sex. Our body has, it just wasn’t me. Kestrel is there whispering in my mind, showing me how to touch him, showing me what to do. She withdraws before I do, and I reach out and imitate her as best I can.

As soon as I touch him, he hisses, his skin jumping at the slight contact from my fingers. My nerves disappear. This is my alpha, and he wants me.

“Merle,” he whispers. “You can touch me anywhere. You can do as little or as much as you want. No pressure.”

I gulp and swallow hard, gathering the shreds of my courage.

I grab his massive hands and pull them up, placing them on my hips and guiding them up until he’s cupping my breasts in his hands. I straddle his hips, his massive cock presses against my slick-coated pussy.

I might not feel like an omega, but my body is reacting like one.

There’s no way to get more room, he’s too big, and I’m too small, my legs stretched wide. So, I sit down, pressing into him. His head goes back, and he lets out this sound that is so incredibly hot. His fingers flex on my breasts before he forces himself to hold me gently.

I slide my hand up and press his hand harder to me, while I reach between my legs and trace my index finger over the crown of his cock, tracing that slit, feeling the liquid he’s seeping because he wants me.

Its power, and its intent. I reach forward and place a hand to his throat. I can barely get my fingers around even a half of his throat, but when I add pressure and pull him towards me, he responds like he’s wearing a collar, sitting up and burying his face in my chest, kissing the spot between my breasts where my scent gathers, where my heartbeat echoes.

I tilt my head back, holding him to me with one arm. His cock pulses between my legs, and my slick soaks us both. The light is dim, only enough for me to see the outline of him; our scents mix. We don’t speak but communicate with touches of fingers and lips.

I trail my tongue over his shoulder, finding his scent gland on his neck and sucking lightly. He lets out a feral growl and tenses, but I shove him back, following him down, grinding on him.

My mind is repeating his name over and over.

I’m lost in him, my body on fire, aching painfully. My breasts feel heavy, and the pull between my legs is unbearable.

“You should let me-”

I shift myself and sheath him in one quick move of my hips. A surprised gasp erupts between us. I take him halfway before I have to stop, wincing. I didn’t expect it to hurt.

“Silly omega, why did you do that?” he whispers in a strained voice that makes it all worth it. He’s losing control, and it’s because of me.