The pressure builds at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with each thrust. The first flutters of my channel signal my body preparing to lock, my inner walls beginning to swell, and panic spikes through the pleasure. I haven’t locked with anyone but Jared, and Auren’s cruel disgust floods my mind with fear that Leif, too, will reject me.
“Wait,” I gasp, trying to lift off him. “I’m going to?—”
“Lock me,” Leif interrupts, his hands clamping down on my hips, holding me in place. “I want it. I want all of you.”
His hips thrust up hard, driving his cock deeper, and the last of my resistance crumbles. I grind down, chasing the building pressure, feeling his shaft swell inside me as my own body responds in kind.
“Fuck, Leif, I’m?—”
“Yes,” he hisses, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Give it to me, Emily.”
The climax hits us at the same time, my inner walls clamping down as my entrance swells around his base. His cock pulses inside me, his release triggering another wave of pleasure that tears a scream from me. The lock engages fully, binding us together as our bodies convulse in shared release.
Time stretches as we remain joined, unable to separate as my body milks every drop from him. His face contorts in beautiful agony, lips parted on silent gasps as aftershocks ripple through us both. My lock pulses around him, each contraction sending fresh sparks of pleasure up my spine.
I collapse onto his chest, our sweat-slick skin sliding together as his arms wrap around me, holding me close as we ride out the waves.
Our pheromones saturate the air around us, mingling until I can no longer distinguish where his scent ends and mine begins. Cedar and clover, sun-warmed flannel, a new scent forming between us.
His heartbeat thunders beneath my ear, slowing as our breathing stabilizes. The lock will hold us together for at least fifteen more minutes, our bodies joined in the most intimate way possible.
“I didn’t expect this when I came by this morning,” I whisper against his skin, tasting salt and cedar.
His chest rumbles with soft laughter. “I could barely sleep last night with how much it consumed my thoughts.”
I lift my head and meet his eyes, struck by the quiet wonder there, and a dull ache blooms behind my ribs. The vulnerability he offers matches the fracture growing inside me, creating space for something new to take root.
“So,” Leif says after a minute, his hand rubbing my back. “You mentioned breakfast?”
A laugh bubbles up. “Yes, though it’s likely a jumbled mess now.”
His fingers trail up and down my spine, tracing each vertebra. “Biscuits and gravy, you said?”
“And coffee.” I turn my head to kiss his collarbone. “Probably all cold by now.”
“I’ll eat it, anyway.” His hands cup my rear, squeezing. “Once we can move again.”
The reminder of our joined state sends a fresh pulse of pleasure through me. My lock contracts, pulling another groan from his lips as his cock twitches inside me.
“You feel incredible,” he murmurs, his fingers tangling in my hair to draw me in for a kiss.
The tenderness in his touch contrasts with the raw hunger from before, revealing yet another facet of this complex Omega.
We trade lazy kisses as we wait for biology to run its course. His hands never stop moving, mapping my shoulders, my back, and my thighs with appreciative touches. I explore him in turn, his breath hitching as I discover the sensitive hollow beneath his ear, the delicate skin at his wrists, and the trail of hair below his navel.
Gradually, my lock disengages, the swelling subsiding enough that separation becomes possible. Before I can lift off him, though, Leif rolls us over in one fluid motion, his weightsettling between my legs, his cock still buried inside me and already hardening again.
“Not yet,” he whispers against my lips, rocking his hips in a slow, deliberate thrust that steals my breath. “After holding out for so long, I’m not finished with you.”
This time, there’s no urgency, no frantic race to completion. Leif kisses me while his hands find my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples with exquisite attention. After the intensity of our first coupling, each touch is amplified, my body hyper-sensitive to every brush of his fingers.
He moves inside me with controlled thrusts, withdrawing to the tip before sliding back in, the friction along my swollen folds sending ripples of pleasure through my core. The slow drag of his cock finds every right place, drawing soft sounds of pleasure from me that he captures with his mouth.
“You taste like cinnamon,” he says, lips trailing down my neck to the curve of my shoulder. His teeth scrape over my skin, not hard enough to mark, but enough to make me shiver. “And your scent… God, your scent drives me wild.”
My hands clutch at his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath smooth skin as he moves above me. The soft light filtering through hotel curtains casts him in golden hues, turning his mauve hair to deep pink and highlighting the flush spreading across his chest.
“Touch yourself,” he urges, lifting on his arms to look down at where our bodies connect. “I want to see you come apart again.”