As soon as we entered the building, Kai cupped my face, placing warm kisses and embraces all over me. His frame, twice as large as mine, engulfed me and pinned me against the opposite wall, and my stomach fluttered.
This was the feeling...
How an Omega was meant to feel with his Alpha.
The subtle animalistic sounds coming from Kai confirmed he felt the same with me.
He had finally dissolved, his tense muscles melting away, and he was back to being the soft Kai I knew. The one who was only aggressive when it came to wrecking my hole.
I pushed him back, feeling the heat pooling in my hole with so much slick it soaked my underwear.
"How did you find me?"
He groaned against the crook of my neck, his hands latched to the wall on both sides of my head.
"I heard you call out to me. Like a whisper of some sort. Fucking unnerving."
My brows would’ve knitted except his breaths and soft kisses, trailing up to my ears, tickled me and eventually made me jolt with a laugh.
"Kai..." I warned, the best way I could in my current state. "What does that mean?"
"I don’t know. I just wanna fuck that heat out of you."
"You’re stained with blood," I muttered, lips smacking with disdain.
"Don’t you like a little bit of danger, sweet peach?"
I rolled my eyes. That nickname again.
"No, you need to wash up."
"You’re in heat. You need me and my..." He got closer. "My slender, long cock, thick with veins that’ll massage your walls, and I bet you want me ripping those pants clean and turning them into a thong for you," he cooed.
"No, actually," I managed to blurt out against my failing judgment.
With whatever strength I had left, I pushed Kai against the couch in the living room. There was barely any light. Only the dim rays from the streetlights outside the building reflected through the closed curtains, giving the room some visibility.
Kai spread his thighs apart, sitting there like some dangerous CEO who knew he owned everything. In an undisputed fact, he did own everything.
I sat atop him, carefully sliding down his pants. Then, my hands slipped beneath his boxers just enough to make his dick spring out, slapping against the skin of his stomach.
He kept his eyes on me even though I saw how badly he wanted to throw his head back and let the pleasure consume him. But no, he’d rather watch every expression my face made tonight.
Slowly and steadily, I placed his cock right at my entrance. I spread my slick by rolling my waist. To the left. Then to the right. Then in circles. As though I was dancing.
I traced silent words with his tip twitching at my entrance. More blood rushed down to his member, making it harder and thicker. Then, I slowly began to sit on it.
Steadily.
When I’d taken his full length, my lips parted with a deep breath. He cupped my chest, fiddling playfully with my nipples. The movement and grinding began.
Up and down, I moved slowly. Kai jerked whenever I swallowed his length again, like the warmth of my hole was pushing him over the edge, and the slowness was something he wasn’t used to.
"No." I smacked his hands when he tried to take over.
Our foreheads pressed together as I increased my pace. He started moving his waist too. Even as my thighs strained to keep my balance while pinning him against the couch, he still found a way to slam into me whenever I came close to taking his entire length. The vibrations from his skin suddenly slapping against mine struck my sweet spot, sending me to the edge.
We both reached climax at the same time, breathing heavily against each other’s mouths, and then, as he poured his warm seed into me, I moved away his hands that had been stroking my cock and came on his stomach.
He used a finger to scoop it up, taking a light lick, lips tugging into a mischievous grin, then pushed it into my mouth for me to lick and swallow. I almost slipped into another heat cycle.
"If I ever entered rut, I’d never get tired of fucking you, and I’d never wish it to end," he whispered, and I slapped his chest, making him fake an ouch.
I sat on his thighs, legs draped over him with my head resting against his chest, staring into the silhouette of the wall that, because of the darkness, looked like a giant black board.
"How was I able to call out to you?" I asked in a low tone. I felt sleepy. Getting caught in the rain and stressed out had made today far more hectic than I’d imagined.
"I’ve got no idea. It was weird, but I’m glad I didn’t ignore it."
Confusion glazed my expression, thoughts reeling through a void. We weren’t even marked, so how was that possible?
I had once heard that only fated mates who had been blessed under the Moon, accepted by society as one, and marked by each other could feel one another from a distance.
In this case, that was absurd. It couldn’t have happened.
It couldn’t have...
It couldn’t...
"You’re dozing off," Kai noticed. "I’ll take you to bed."
Inside the bedroom, he tucked me in and placed a kiss on my forehead. One minute, I was watching him, and the next, I zoned out again.
"Don’t hate me, Alex," I heard Kai whisper.
There was a fading pain in my neck, but I was too tired to worry about it.
"Now, no one will try to claim you." That was the last thing I heard from him.
What was that supposed to mean?
And that night, I had a dream. No, it was a nightmare.
A familiar voice called out in a disembodied, raspy tone.
"Do you know who I am?" It questioned. "Do you know who you are?"