The Light in Us

59. Fox

59

Fox

M y hand jumps out from beneath the bedding, grabbing Teddy’s wrist as he sneaks past me.

He lifts the back of my hand, kisses my pulse. “I have a breakfast meeting. The others are heading in early too. Bring Fallon with you.”

Nodding, I let him leave. Only Fallon and I are left, her back a warm, soothing weight against my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around her.

My mate.

I stay there for long minutes, breathing her in. Normally I’m one of the first in the office each morning, the first one up, but this morning, I find myself happy to stay in bed and wrap myself around my mate.

My lips drop to her neck, to that empty space I’m rapidly becoming obsessed with.

Soon.

I need to mark her. It’s becoming an obsession.

I need everyone to know that Fallon Matthews is mine.

I need everyone to know that she’s a Quill. Ours.

Gently I let my teeth graze over that spot, torturing myself as the sleepy noise she makes stiffens my cock against her back.

I follow it up with my tongue. Rasping it over that spot as if I can feel the teeth marks beneath that will publically brand her as mine .

My mate’s breathing changes. Becomes a little choppier, her heart rate increasing.

I smile against her skin. “Good morning, mate.”

“Good morning…,” she hesitates. “Would you like me to call you alpha?”

I nuzzle her neck. “Call me whatever you feel comfortable with. I’m not especially a fan of it, but it’s up to you.”

I’m not so self-obsessed as to demand she refers to me by my designation. I’ve seen it in other relationships, and always felt uncomfortable at the blatant power imbalance.

Omegas should be cherished. Not pressured.

“Although,” I whisper. “I might ask you to call me Alpha in bed. Occasionally.”

The little hitch in her breath gives me oxygen. My mate likes that, her body heating as I carefully slide my hand beneath her pink shirt, rubbing her stomach. Petting her.

I can feel her smile. “Why do I love that so much?”

“Petting?” I murmur. “It’s an omega trait. It’s okay to enjoy what feels good.”

And I want to pet her. I want to pet my mate until she’s a purring, satiated bundle in my bed. Knotted and full of me.

Tone it down, Fox.

But Fallon wriggles until she’s facing me. I suck in a breath when my mate’s smooth leg hitches over my hip. I’m wearing gray sweatpants – much to Fallon’s quiet delight when she saw me in them – but they do nothing to stop the heat of my cock from pressing into the soft swell of her stomach.

Her small, breathy noise does things to me. Like making me stiffen even more.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur. I brush my lips across hers. “Occupational hazard as your mate. You are utterly irresistible. But I’ll get up now. It’s still early, so we can have breakfast before we leave.”

But her leg tightens over my hip when I shift. And Fallon… Fallon presses herself into me. She swallows, her cheeks pinking. “What if… what if we skipped breakfast?”

My heart skips a damn beat at that. “I don’t want to rush you—,”

Her hands come up to trace my bare chest. Pale skin against my olive tone. “You’re not, Fox. You haven’t once rushed me. And I want to… explore. But I’d like you to show me, too. About- about knotting?”

Fuck. My knot starts swelling up at her small words. So damn hungry for this omega. “You’ve never been knotted before?”

I don’t want to bring any of her past into this space. But I need to know, to know how gently to treat her. This… this first time.

Breathe, Fox.

She doesn’t look at me. “I have. But something tells me it won’t be like this.”

Oh, mate.

I pull Fallon into me at that, wrapping my arms around her. My fingers tangle in her silky hair. “No. I promise you that it will be nothing like before.”

Her lips press against my chest. Then the tip of her tongue. I stay still, barely breathing as Fallon presses soft kisses against my skin until her tongue circles my nipple.

The low growl in my throat makes her jump, eyes flicking to me uncertainly. “Explore me all you like, mate. I promise that I’ll enjoy everything you choose to do.”

Even if it kills me.

My mate’s exploration is eerily close to the death of a thousand cuts. Her lips are feather light as she nudges me onto my back and climbs over me, her heat brushing my cock as we both inhale.

She moves over it again, as my hand slips to her hips. Rocking against me, her plump little lips parted.

In Wilder’s pink shirt, her hair everywhere…

“Heaven,” I say before I can rethink it. Carefully I reach up, gently cupping her breasts as she sways toward me. “You feel like heaven, Fallon.”

She blushes. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“I mean every word.”

She runs her hands over my chest, plays with the dark sprinkle of hair that covers my pecs. And her lips follow everywhere she touches, as if she needs to try both ways.

She reaches my face, and a soft laugh slips out as she mimics a bite into my neck.

My hands threaten to crush the railing of my bed, my eyes glazing. “Just to warn you, that is absolutely a fast-track to a knot. I like your teeth on me a little too much.”

She’s smiling as her fingers trace the other side of my neck. Teddy’s small bite is embedded in my skin as permanently as my own bite sits in his. “I’m looking forward to biting you properly, Fox Quill.”

I’m going to lose my mind. But this time – our first time – my mate can explore as much as she pleases. And then all bets are off.

Her fingers graze over my sweatpants, and my cock jumps.

She curls her fingers into the top and tugs them down, my cock springing free as I lift my hips to help her.

Fallon stops, her lips parting.

I have to bite my cheek to stop my purely alpha grin at the expression on her face. Releasing the headboard, I drop my hand down and squeeze it. “It will fit.”

She blinks. “In a subway tunnel, maybe.”

My laugh bubbles out of me. “You were made for me, Fallon. I can’t wait to watch your little pussy stretch around my knot.”

My mate’s perfume is my reward. It settles over me like a blanket as I run my hand up and down my cock and she watches me in fascination. Even her eyes on me threaten to make me spill all over the bedding.

I bite the inside of my cheek again as she reaches for my knot. Hard.

Her soft hand grazes the swollen ring at the base of my cock. It swells further beneath her touch.

I throw my arm over my face, biting into the skin there. But I can’t stop my hips from bucking up.

And when the tip of her tongue touches the head of my cock, I muffle my shout.

Jesus fuck. She’s killing me.

She makes a murmuring sound before she licks it again. “It tastes… good.”

Mother of God, help me.

I pray to every deity in existence and a few that I’m sure I’ve only read about in books before she pulls away. Gingerly, I lower my arm.

My mate licks her lips. “I think I’d like your knot now.”

Slow, slow—

She yelps as I dive for her. Fallon’s back lands against the mattress.

I’m breathing heavily, pressed against her. “You’re sure?”

She nods breathlessly. “What… which way do you like it?”

Groaning, I sink my face into her neck. “Fallon. I… we’ll try that another time.”

But her hands tug at me. “No. I want it that way, Fox.”

“On your knees?” I breathe into her skin “Your face pressed into the mattress. Your little ass up in the air for me, your little cunt tight around my cock as I hold you down and fuck you until your legs give out. That’s what you want?”

Because that’s what I want. What I need .

Total, utter submission.

I’m not trying to scare her. But I need her to understand what she’s asking for.

But she moans. “Yes. Please .”

I flip her so quickly her cry cuts out mid-air. My mate lands on her stomach as I push her knees up the bed, spreading her until she’s wide open for me. “Look at all this pretty slick, just for me. Last chance, mate. I won’t ask again.”

But Fallon only pushes her ass up further into the air, dropping her upper body down.

She’s perfection.

I settle behind her, drinking her in as I rub my hands over her skin. I grip her ass, squeezing it before I run my hands over her back, straightening as I move higher.

Fallon shifts as I notch the head of my weeping cock against her. “ Please .”

“Mate,” I whisper reverently. “Mine.”

And I push inside, her body stretching around me as I thrust in shallow waves until I’m buried inside her snug little channel. Fallon’s back arches, but I trace my finger down her back as I lean forward. My voice is firm. “Down.”

She drops, panting as her fingers tangle in the bedding.

One hand braces us both against the mattress.

And the other grips the back of my mate’s neck, holding her in place as I pull my cock out and thrust.

This is not sex.

This is possession. Ownership. Worship, as I pound into my mate’s pussy and she takes it, screaming and clawing at the mattress as I pin her in place.

My brain almost wipes out, but I force myself to focus, to listen to any sign in her voice or body that she needs me to stop.

But she grows slicker around my cock, perfect and dripping as I hold her, giving her what she never even knew she needed. What we both needed.

Perfection.

I’m not going to last long. I need my knot to be deep inside her, to pin her in this last, final way. To fill her little cunt up until she’s overflowing with me and her body stretches for me to press my knot into her, to keep me inside her, the way it damn well should be.

My grunts, her moans, they fill the room around us, our bodies slapping together. She doesn’t move an inch, even as she twists and bucks under my hold. I vaguely hear a tearing sound, glance at the sheet she’s torn in her desperation.

I slow as I feel my balls tighten, my knot swelling to a width I thought was fucking impossible as I nudge it against her entrance.

Fallon stretches her knees wider, shoving her face down and biting into the pillow beneath her as I push inside. She whimpers, even as her cunt stretches for me. “Shh, baby. You were made for this.”

Impossible pain. Impossible pleasure. She trembles and moans under me as I move my hand from her neck to under her stomach, lifting her when her legs give out. Fallon twitches around my cock, her pussy fluttering with the aftershocks of her release as I nudge the last part of my knot inside.

She took it all. Every part of my knot is buried inside her, locking my cum inside her pussy as I lower us both down into the bed and press down over her limp body.

My teeth, my lips, my tongue – they’re everywhere as I push her damp hair away from her neck and massage the place where I held her down.

Praise falls from my lips. Praise and adoration for my mate.

“So perfect,” I stroke her back, shifting slightly as she shivers beneath me. She tries to move, my knot keeping her in place. “Stay, Fallon.”

Her pussy squeezes me again. “You like me telling you what to do in bed? Like my hands on you, pinning you down?”

She nods into the bedding, still catching her breath.

Her back is plastered, damp and shivering against my chest as I roll us.

When she whimpers, I stroke over her stomach. “What are you doing?”

I kiss the side of her neck as I shift onto my back. Fallon is still tight on my knot, my hands skating over the front of her body before I spread her pussy lips apart. “Fox—,”

I stroke my fingers over her clit. “Breathe. Relax, baby.”

I hold her open as she lays on top of me, her clit exposed to the air. Her small, gasping breaths are like music as I pet her, stroking her clit until she tightens and flutters around my knot for a second time.

I wrap my arms around her. Drag a blanket over to wrap around us. Fallon is shaking in my arms, and a hint of worry snakes in. But I can’t scent anything apart from her arousal, her slick, her need.

“Fallon.” I press my lips to everywhere I can reach. The top of her head. Her ear. The small space just below it that makes her shiver. “Are you alright?”

I don’t stop touching her. Bringing her back down gently as she adjusts to my knot.

“It’s so heavy,” she whispers finally. “I feel so full.”

“You are full,” I nuzzle her. “Full of me.”

“That was…,” she falls silent, and I wait, stroking her hair. “I want to do it again?”

I bury my smile in her hair. “We will.”

Many, many times. A lifetime of them.

She shifts again, but my body is nowhere ready to release my mate yet. “How long does it normally take?"

"Fifteen minutes, maybe?” I kiss her hair again, wondering at the feel of her in my arms. “But this first time… possibly longer.”

Forty-five minutes , to be exact. Forty-five minutes to play with my mate, to stroke her clit to orgasm – twice – while she’s caught on my knot until both of us are well and truly late and Fallon has to be carried to the bathroom for clean-up because she can’t walk.

As we walk into the Ink & Quill office more than an hour later, Fallon nudges my arm. “You look very… smug.”

“Me?” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her closer, breathing her in.

She’s fucking smothered in my scent. “Damn straight I am. You’re going to smell like me all day, mate.”

And I’m going to smell like her. My smile grows.

She gawks at me as I kiss her forehead, seeing her into the elevator and pressing the button for Teddy’s floor before I back out. “Have a good day. I’ll see you later.”

I’m whistling as I stride off.