Shattered Trinket, page 18
With a surge of my hips, I push my still ever-present erection against her soaking core, eliciting a gasp from her lips as she instinctively clings to my chest for stability. I reach out and grip her hip, holding her down against me with enough pressure that I know she feels every bar and metal ball pressing against her delicate pussy as I slowly thrust my cock against her, pulling sweet, sensual moans from somewhere deep inside that surprise her.
“You feel that, sweet girl? This is what you do to me just by existing. I’ve been hard since this afternoon when I caught you bent over that stuffed animal bin, tight leggings leaving nothing to the imagination. It drove me absolutely wild with jealousy at the thought of someone coming along and seeing my omega bent over that bin and getting aroused at the sight of you like I did,” I groan, my thighs beginning to burn from my slow thrusting, but loving how good she feels against me.
“Jeremiah,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my chest as the space between her thighs grows increasingly warmer, her panties becoming completely drenched in her slick.
“I’ll do all the work if that’s what you want, but I think you’ll enjoy it more if you show me what feels good for you.”
On my next thrust, I feel a tightening sensation in my groin as my spine tingles, my need to come becoming more incessant when I notice Cozy’s pupils dilating and her breathing quickening with each movement, the added friction from the fabric between us intensifying our pleasure. My teeth grind together as I fight against the overwhelming urge to come, persistently thrusting against her without pause.
“Ohhh… but t-this feels… oh, that’s-”
She whimpers, head falling back slightly, gasping with every slow, deliberate thrust that I tease her with as I continue to fight off my climax. Seeing her like this, experiencing pleasure and enjoying it at my hands, is a sight to behold, and it makes it easier to hold myself back because I need her to come first. Need to witness her losing control on top of me, urgently grinding herself against my cock to prolong her climax and subsequently wringing every bit of pleasure from me until I’m utterly spent and my overly full sac completely empty.
“Gods, you are so perfect, Cozette. I’m aching for you to slide this pretty pussy against my cock all by yourself like you’re here all alone and I’m nothing but the pillow you stuff between your legs to use for relief,” I murmur, a growl of pure need rumbling in my chest at the way her eyes flash with every word.
“My sweet, naughty Omega, rubbing against your Alpha to get off. I wouldn’t be able to control myself, knowing that you’re getting closer and closer to the edge because of how good you’re making yourself feel.”
My next thrust against her is a little harder, and when she cries out, I know I can’t hold myself back much longer. She’s close, I can feel it, but if she wants to fall over the cliff, she’ll have to push herself there.
“Come on, sweet girl. I’m desperate to watch you chase after your release as you take control. I want you to watch what you do to me as your slick seeps through these panties even more until your scent is embedded in my skin, marking me as yours and only yours. Don’t you want that too?”
I stop thrusting against her, relaxing back with my hands behind my head once again as I try to catch my breath, and she whines, clawing at my chest as she looks at me with desperate eyes that are glazed over with pure desire. Within seconds of me stilling beneath her, her hips roll instinctively, chasing that continued friction as she slowly rubs herself along my length, and my eyes roll into the back of my head when she grinds down hard with a loud moan.
It takes her a minute to find her rhythm, her movements hesitant at first as she shifts around until she has me where she wants. When she does, I’m done for. She grinds herself against me, hips rocking rhythmically, and each forward motion of her covered pussy against my pulsing cock sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, my senses overwhelmed. I’m barely hanging on by a thread when she digs her nails into my chest, blue eyes boring into mine as she pants and moans, completely lost in ecstasy.
“I-I-, oh gods. Alpha,” she cries out, her hips stuttering and body tensing, and I can’t stop the purr that rattles to life when she calls me Alpha.
She’s still looking at me, but I don’t think she can actually see me through the haze of bliss clouding her eyes. I grab her hips to urge her to keep moving when she slows, praising her for how good she’s doing.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Don’t stop now,” I murmur breathlessly, eyes locked on the way my cock and piercings glisten more and more with her slick the closer she gets to shattering apart.
“I-I c-can’t! It’s too much,” she sobs, and I pull my eyes from where we’re connected, gripping her chin as I make her look at me.
“Oh, baby. Yes, you can. You’re gonna come on your Alpha’s cock like the good girl you are. And when you do, I’m going to dirty you up even more as I come all over these slick drenched panties and watch it soak through until I know your pussy is a sticky, filthy mess beneath that cotton.”
I nip her bottom lip, keeping my eyes on hers and catching the determined glint that flashes in her eyes as her chest heaves from exertion. Faster and faster, she rocks against me, skin glistening in the low light of the nest as a fine sheen of sweat coats her flushed body. Pieces of her hair stick to her forehead and cheeks, but she’s oblivious to it as her gaze stays locked on mine, and I see it the moment she crests that peak. When she completely unravels above me, her climax is so strong that tears glisten in her eyes and she can barely catch her breath as wave after wave of raw pleasure washes over her.
As her slick seeps through her panties, completely drenching my lap, and her muscles slowly relax until she’s boneless, I flip us around and bend her knees, spreading her wide and holding her open as I roughly thrust my cock against her still spasming pussy. Her eyes go wide, mouth open on a silent moan, as I pump my oversensitive shaft against her sopping center until my cock twitches and a deep, pleasurable groan escapes me as rope after rope of my seed spurts out of me, landing on her soaked panties.
I come so hard, my head spins, and when I can see straight, I’m enthralled as I watch the puddle dripping down Cozy’s center slowly soak into the fabric of her panties. I can’t help myself as I reach out and glide my knuckles over the wet cloth, pressing it more firmly against her. Rubbing my release more thoroughly into her skin and between her lips, she moans weakly, reaching for me.
I collapse beside her, immediately scooping her up and laying her on top of me. I help her get comfortable, and once she is, I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head as she relaxes against my chest, running my fingers up and down her back with featherlight touches.
“Wow,” she mumbles sleepily, and I can’t help but feel grateful that I got to witness every second of this night and be a part of it.
“You were perfect, baby. Everything I imagined and more,” I murmur against the top of her head, breathing her in and savoring it because she smells like me.
“I’m not broken, just a little banged up,” she whispers, more to herself than me, and my chest cracks open even more.
“No, you’re not broken, Omega. You’re just under construction.”
Her soft giggle has my lips curling, and I squeeze her tightly as I fight to keep my eyes open. My body feels drained of energy, but my soul is overflowing with contentment and joy as I hold my omega in my arms.
Once I feel Cozy’s breathing steady, I let exhaustion take over, shifting onto my side with Cozy cradled in my arms. I wrap myself around her, creating a warm and protective cocoon with my body, and as my eyes close, the outside world fades away. Nothing else exists but her in my arms.
My Dove.
My Omega.
My beating heart.
Eighteen
Cozette
“Cozy? Are you in there?”
My eyes pop open in alarm when I hear Mama Valley calling for me out in my room. I bolt upright from Jeremiah’s chest with a gasp, scrambling off of him so fast that I may have accidentally kneed him in the groin area, judging by the groan of pain he lets out before I shove a pillow over his face hastily. I shush him like a lunatic, my heart pounding as I glance around for my clothes.
I might hold the pillow a little too hard against him, however, because when he rips it away, he takes a deep breath as he tosses it to the side, staring up at me with wide blue eyes.
“Gods, Dove. I make you come so hard you see stars all night, and this is how you wake me the morning after? A knee to my oversensitive morning wood and you trying to smother me to death. At least next time sit on my face instead of using a pillow,” he mutters tiredly, shaking his head as he runs a hand down his face.
My cheeks and throat flush with a blush as memories from the night before flood my mind, the good and the bad.
Everything I experienced with him last night was so much more than I ever could have imagined, and I honestly can’t see how it could get better. He was so attentive, watching my every move and emotion, constantly making sure I was okay with everything he did or told me to do. So intuitive to my needs. But what made the entire experience so much better is how he let me control the situation, while also giving me direction and encouraging me. Something I found I really, really enjoyed.
At first, I was anxious and unsure, but Jeremiah’s intense stares, dirty words, and constant assurance awakened a newfound sensuality hidden in me. I never imagined that something as basic as rubbing against him could feel so incredible, and the jolts of ecstasy that pulsed through my body with every movement of his naked length against my ultra-sensitive, panty-clad center were absolutely mind-blowing. With his hands and eyes on me, a profound feeling of security and belonging had washed over me. The rightness of everything made my heart and soul settle inside of me, and when I drifted off to sleep, an overwhelming sense of optimism had filled my thoughts, painting a picture of a future liberated from panic and haunting memories.
Naively, I believed that since I was able to handle what we did without a panic attack, it would always be that effortless. But when I woke up a short while later, the memories of my past trauma flooded my mind, shattering the calm and content energy I had felt. As panic consumed me, the lingering remnants of a haunting nightmare played tricks on my mind. The dim lighting made it difficult for my eyes to adjust, and my drowsy mind struggled to remember where I was—to remind myself that I was protected in my haven. The weight of the massive, bare form pressed against me made it difficult to breathe, and the world around me spun uncontrollably, leaving me feeling dizzy and disoriented. In that suffocating moment, my mind transported me back to a familiar room where the stench of my fear hung in the air as the oppressive weight of a monster held me down against my will, and my body became rigid with dread when the person against me moved, my mind racing to prepare for the inevitable pain of a slap or some other form of punishment.
Until he’d grabbed my face and made me look at him, see him…
With a soothing tone and a hesitant purr rattling in his chest, Jeremiah had whispered sweet words that broke through the vision of the past while planting soft kisses on my face, his warm tongue licking away my tears until my whimpers of terror turned into whimpers of want. When I’d caught my breath, I was suddenly surrounded by Jeremiah’s powerful scent, which instantly stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within me until the intense desire to be enveloped by my alpha silenced the terrified, broken part of me in my mind.
At that moment, my instincts surged to the forefront, overpowering my panicked mind. Waves of endorphins flooded my brain as I yearned for him to banish the lingering distress from my nightmare with his touch and the intoxicating, blissful pleasure he’d shown me. The desperation to cleanse my soul of the memories consumed me, causing me to lose all composure as I flung myself at him, kissing him so forcefully that my lips throbbed.
The rest of the night is a foggy blur, but the lingering physical sensations on my body and the emotional imprint left behind on my soul remain. Jeremiah’s touch awakened sensations in me that I had only ever dreamed of, the entire night with him reminiscent of the teenage fantasies I’d once had. His willingness to expose himself to me, without concern for my partially clothed state, only seemed to heighten the desire of our exploration.
It wasn’t until last night that I realized how touch starved I’ve been, as each caress from my alpha had me curling closer to him in search of more. The memory of his touch is like a whisper across my mind, causing a shiver to run down my spine as I think about his fingers tracing every curve, his mouth leaving a trail of heat, and his tongue tracing an invisible path straight to the space between my thighs that made me blush and crave more, the fabric of my bra and panties adding an electrifying element.
“Cozy?”
Mama Valley’s voice is followed by a loud knock on the closet door, kicking me back into gear as I shake my head to clear it.
“Just a minute,” I call out, my voice sounding strangled to my own ears as I glance back down at the massive man beneath me.
Jeremiah is propped up on his elbows, brow raised as he stares up at me, and when his tongue peeks out to swipe across his bottom lip, my stomach flips. I have to bite my lip to contain the whimper that claws its way up my throat with the way his eyes seem to stare into my very soul.
“Stop that!” I hiss at him, smacking him on the chest with a pillow.
“Stop what, sweet girl?” he murmurs huskily as his large hand wraps around my wrist when I go to smack him with the pillow again.
He yanks me down against him, my hands landing on his chest for balance as a gasp of surprise escapes me. When he leans up and licks a long swipe from my collarbone up my neck and over my cheeks, I instinctually search for something to bite down on to keep myself quiet. The closest thing just so happens to be Jeremiah’s chest, and before I can even fully think the thought through, I bend down and bite into his colorful left pec with a soft moan.
He groans, his hands tightening on my hips as his lips freeze on my neck. I don’t bite down hard enough to break the skin, but I know the imprint of my teeth will be left behind and I immediately feel awful. But when I go to get up, he growls low in his throat, making me halt. His bare erection presses into my center and stomach, feeling impossibly hard between my legs. A shudder rolls through me, and I can’t contain the whimper that fights its way out of me this time when he shifts, rubbing against me.
When I’m finally able to pull back, I bite my lip at the deep indentations of my teeth left just above the colorful dragon tattoo on his chest. Running my finger across the mark, I can’t help but frown.
I hadn’t meant to bite him that hard, but in reality, I shouldn’t have at all.
He liked it, though…
I glance up and suck in a breath at the intensity in his eyes as he stares down at that bite, nostrils flaring. The blue surrounding his irises somehow seems darker, but not in a frightening way, and when the heavy appendage between us seems to grow only harder against me, my eyes widen. His eyes clash with mine and he raises a brow at me before giving me a lopsided smirk.
“I’m getting that inked into my skin. Just so you know,” he mutters, licking his lip again, and my breath hitches.
He’s downright crazy… but why do I love that so much about him? And why do I secretly want to jump up and down with joy that he wants to tattoo my bite into his skin?
I laugh under my breath and shake my head, gingerly crawling off of him and standing up. I run my fingers through my tangled hair, the curls gnarled from our activities last night and sleep, attempting to keep my eyes from glancing down there because I think I might be a little addicted to Jeremiah after last night.
Then I remember I have to get him out of here without anyone seeing him or knowing he was here somehow, and I start to panic a bit. Especially knowing that Mama Valley is…
Fudge!
I hastily grab my shirt from the floor and rush to the door, narrowly avoiding tripping over the mess of pillows and stuffed animals strewn across the floor. As soon as I open the door, my legs give way beneath me, and a sharp cry escapes my lips. Glancing back, I see a grinning Jeremiah on his knees, his hand tightly wrapped around my ankle, while Mama Valley’s voice echoes in the background, asking if I’m okay.
What the heck are you doing? I mouth to him with a scowl before the closet door rattles again and I glance at it.
“Cozy? Is everything okay in there?”
“Yep, I’m fine! Just… Um… just tripped over a pillow! Clumsy me.” I laugh awkwardly, glaring at Jeremiah and baring my teeth at him, something that only seems to make his grin grow.
With a frustrated exhale, I attempt to climb out of the door, but my progress is halted when he firmly grasps my ankle. The sensation of him yanking on my leg only intensifies my irritation, and I release a muttered growl under my breath.
“Um… I just… need to get dressed! Everything okay, Mama?” I holler out, hanging out of the door, trying to inch forward.
“Oh. Okay,” she calls back, hesitantly. “I was just coming to let you know that me and the dads are going out for a bit. I wanted to see if you wanted to go or if you’re okay with being home alone?”
My breath catches as I feel Jeremiah’s warm breath against my panties, causing a quick dampening sensation at my core. I realize, a moment too late, his intentions, and my eyes widen in shock. The moment his tongue touches the fabric of my panties, an electric sensation rushes through me, momentarily causing my eyes to lose focus and my lips clamp shut to suppress a desperate moan.
“I-uh, I…,” I suck in a deep breath when I feel him nibbling on me through the fabric of my panties and my hand involuntarily moves back to smack him away, only to completely miss him.
