The Light in Us

63. Fallon

63

Fallon

W ilder finds me first.

I scent him before I see him. His rich, myrrh scent, little hints of toffee and vanilla that I soak in as I sit, curled up on the floor of his closet.

I stare up at him miserably. My voice is a whisper. “Hi.”

“Little mate,” he whispers back. I’m bundled in enough blankets that I look more like a little mountain than an omega. “How are you feeling?”

I can’t cry anymore. I’ve cried for most of the day, curled up in Fox’s arms. Zeke’s. Rowan’s. Teddy’s. “I don’t want to cry anymore, Wilder.”

“Easier said than done.” He settles next to me, catching another tear that threatens to drip from my chin.

“Rowan is looking into the power of attorney with the legal team,” he says quietly. But there’s anger there, in the flash of his eyes. “They don’t think it’s a legitimate document, Fallon. Otherwise they would have tried it with us, and nothing has been registered officially. Unless it’s notarized by someone independent, it’s not valid.”

I nod. “So just something else they tried to keep me in line, then.”

Figures.

“I hate that they did that to you.” I can hear the agony in my mate’s voice. “I hate that you felt so alone, and we were here and clueless.”

I sniff, trying to go to him. But my mountain of blankets nearly topples me to the ground, my arms pinned down, and Wilder scoops me up, settling me across his lap. “You found me.”

He sighs heavily. “Not soon enough.”

I push my nose into his throat, seeking comfort. He gives it so easily, his cheek rubbing against my hair. “I thought we might have seen the Wild Side today.”

There’s a teasing note in my voice as I try to push away the dark thoughts. Wilder huffs above me. “He tried. But it was a bit easier to push him away, for once. It felt like… like he understood that it wouldn’t help. It’s never been like that with us before. Fox thinks that the scent-matching might calm things down, make me… less volatile.”

I frown. “I kind of like your feral side, though.”

Wilder boops my nose. “And he very much likes you too, but not anybody else, unfortunately. Although he’ll tolerate the pack, mostly. Besides, there was only room for one feral pack member in there.”

My cheeks flush. “I honestly have never behaved like that in my life.”

“It was adorable.” He laughs softly when I pretend to growl at him again. “You wanted to protect us , Fallon. I didn’t know whether to be furious or proud.”

I hum. “I would prefer proud.”

It’s the truth. I want my mates to be proud of me. To be proud that I’m their omega.

Wilder shifts, his fingers clasping my chin. “I am very proud to be your alpha, Fallon Matthews.”

My heart swells, but he presses his lips to mine. Once. Twice.

And then he pulls away, smiling as I follow his lips with my own. “We have time. No rush.”

What?

I press a kiss to his neck instead. “You know… Fox knotted me this morning.”

Wilder swallows as I lick a line up his throat. “All the more reason to not bombard you. You had a tough day—,”

“I did.” I gently sink my teeth into his neck, drinking in the growl. “And now I would like my mate to help me have a better one. Please.”

His low groan makes me smile. “You’re far too fucking tempting. Especially when you say please. It’s like a superpower.”

Pushing the blankets off me, I kneel in front of him and bite my lip. “Please.”

“Fallon,” he nearly snarls.

I shrug my blazer off. “ Please , Wilder. You want me to beg?”

A flash of gold in his gaze, and he grits his teeth. “You’re making things awfully hard—,”

“Oh, I hope so.” And I have no idea where the purring words come from as I peel off my blouse, but I don’t care, because they finally tip Wilder over the edge.

He pushes me down into the nest of clothes, his mouth sealing over mine before he sinks his teeth into my lower lip and tugs. “Naughty, naughty mate.”

Gasping, I rub my aching nipples against his shirt. “For my mate, absolutely.”

“Say it again.” He runs his tongue down my neck. “Tell me you’re mine, Fallon.”

“I’m—,”

I gasp as his hot mouth wraps around my nipples and sucks, hard. “I’m yours. Your mate, Wilder.”

His approving whine vibrates around my nipple as I lay back and he kisses down my stomach. My trousers are tugged off and thrown somewhere in the closet, and he stares down at me, his nostrils flaring. “I could live on your scent for the rest of my life and die happy.”

There’s clearly something wrong with me. Because I slide my fingers down, watching Wilder’s face as I slip my fingers into my underwear and rub them over my clit, gliding them through my slick.

His jaw clenches as I pull them back out and offer them to him shyly. “Taste?”

Wilder’s eyes are a deep, deep blue as he grabs my fingers and sucks them into his mouth. He closes his eyes as he swirls his tongue around, chasing every drop. “Ambrosia.”

We both wrestle with his jeans, each of us losing patience with the game. “I want you inside me. Now.”

I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to feel Wilder’s weight on top of me, the comfort that comes from being covered in my alpha’s scent, held by him.

I’m pretty sure his jeans are still hanging off one ankle when he rips my underwear off and slides his fingers through my pussy, testing me for himself.

“I’m fine.” It’s a whimper as I rock my hips. “ Please .”

He knows what I need. Wilder covers me like a blanket as his thick, hard cock flexes into me slowly. He sinks in inch by inch as he presses my hands above my head and holds them there, my thighs spread wide by his hips as he starts to thrust.

His teeth graze my neck, and I moan. “More. Harder.”

It will never be enough. I will never get enough of them. I want every part of them. His knot teases my entrance, and my whine soaks into the air with a burst of orange blossoms.

“Not yet.” He cups my throat, gentle but possessive as his other hand keeps my wrists pinned. “If you want my knot, little mate, I want you to beg for it.”

His brief kiss tells me it’s a game. And his words heat me from the inside out as I tip my head back, giving him my neck and begging for all I’m worth. “Please, Wilder. Please.”

He nips at my mouth as his hips thrust into me and he swivels them, making me see stars. “More.”

“I need it,” I almost sob as he picks up the pace. Even the sound of him pushing into me, his body over mine sends shockwaves down my spine as I push against him. “Please give it to me.”

“You beg so prettily.” He nips at my shoulder next. “But I want to hear my mate say dirty things, too.”

His eyes gleam as I search around in my suddenly empty head. “I want you to… to….,”

He slides a hand under my back, his other arm gripping the back of my neck as he bucks, pinning me against the floor. “God, you’re perfect.”

I nearly bite through my lip before the scream tears free. “I want you to fill up my pussy. My… my cunt. With your cum. And your knot. Please.”

“Goddamn,” He hisses the words into my throat. “What my little mate wants, she gets.”

My back bows with the force of my orgasm, a tsunami tearing through me as Wilder roars. He fills me, heat and wet that flows out of me, even as he pushes impossibly deeper. “Breathe, baby. MY knot is thick.”

It’s not just thick. It’s mammoth. MY mouth opens in a silent scream, and Wilder swallows it, kissing my lips as he coaxes my body into stretching wider for him. “You were made for us, Fallon. Made to be trapped by this fucking knot. I want to look at it stretching out that glorious little cunt.”

Another burst of slick, and he’s inside. My choking breaths fill the air as he keeps thrusting in tiny little movements that nudge him deeper still. “Good girl. My perfect little omega mate. You’re clamping down on me so tightly, baby, keeping all that cum like the dirty girl you are.”

My pussy flutters again, tightening. He doesn’t stop moving.

“I can’t,” I breathe finally. “It’s too much, Wilder.”

His thumb grazes my lips. “Yes, you can. You’re going to come again around my knot, Fallon. I want to feel that pussy clenching.”

He rolls us to the side, gripping me tightly as his hand slips down my back. He rubs against the place where his knot is locked in, and I keep my dazed eyes on his face. He doesn’t look away from me as I feel his finger nudging at me, and how the hell is that only one finger ?

“There,” he whispers when my eyes open wide, my lips parting. “Relax for me, baby.”

I can’t have anything else inside me. I’m too full. But Wilder nudges his way inside my ass, sliding in slowly.

He crooks his finger, and I gasp into his throat. “You like that, baby? Because you’re squeezing me like you do.”

My nod is rapid, and he laughs softly. “Good girl.”

I tense as he adds another finger, but he slides them in and out, working them against me. And he was right – my pussy starts to flutter and clench around his knot again. “Fuck, you look good with my fingers deep in your ass.”

He curls them, and my back arches as sensation rips through me. He rocks me through it before gently sliding his fingers free. I slump against him, still pinned by his knot as he strokes me. “Sleep now, little mate. Or I’ll end up taking you again.”

And my mate begins to purr against me, a soft vibration that rocks me to sleep - even with his knot still deep inside me.

“Much better now,” I murmur sleepily. And then I pat my mate’s arm. “Good job.”