Holly Ch. 09

MK moans as she settles like she's slipping into a warm bath. Holly unhooks her bra (one-handed, of course) and sets it aside. He looks down to feast his eyes on her perky breasts. Her nipples look like luscious black grapes in the ever-deepening indigo light. "I did that to her,' he thinks proudly. He paws her all over out of sheer joy before remembering her clit. He slips his big paw between them to find it erect and exposed, waiting for his touch.

They kiss with tongues like mating snakes. Holly's hand moves between them to take her pleasure to another level. She holds onto him by twisting her fingers in his hair as he rocks her in his lap. He strikes again and again against an orgasmic spot deep inside her until she chokes back sobs.

"Uh-uh. Be loud. I bet we're a mile from anyone else," he whispers harshly with his lips still grazing hers.

She takes his words to heart and lets it out: She screams and sobs out her release, squirting below to drench his groin, streaming snot and tears above.

'Fuck. I'm really fucking attracted to this one that I don't even pull away from her snotty face,' he thinks.

She notices. "Oh, no, that's gross," she laughs, shuddering, through her tears. She wipes her face on the back of her glove. "Sorry if I killed your orgasm, my darling."

"Pfft. That's what you think. You're hot even when you're a mess, babe. Grab me inside, like ya do."

MK can't really decide to use her omega pussy the way God intended-it's involuntary, but the power of her Alpha asking for it speaks directly to her body. Her walls ripple and her tentacles tickle the base of his cock where he disappears inside her. Now it's her turn to reach between them. She slips her hand down to cup his balls and tugs the way he likes. He moans at the extravagant combination of sensations.

"Mmm, Master. What if I did that when you've got a knot inside me?"

"Oh yes, oh yes..."

MK licks his collarbones and muscular throat while still murmuring dirty encouragements for him to come. When he does he hugs her to him so tight she yelps in pain. As soon as he recovers his senses and the night comes back into focus he asks if she's okay.

"Um, yes, but that was my hip joint. I'll have a limp tomorrow. I mean, a new one," she chuckles weakly.

"I'll rub it out for you."

She giggles.

"Dirty girl."

"You know it, Alpha."

They drive home smiling. "I love the sight of our place," MK sighs as her house comes into view at the end of the winding driveway.

"Ours?" he asks. "I know that's how we do, but this house is your baby. I wouldn't mind if you think of it as more yours than mine."

"The best thing about it is that you live there now, Holly. I mean it. Wait-do you like living here? I guess we could talk about where we're going to live..."

"Hell, no. What could be better than this? I might have to add onto it, though... because of the brood... maybe build you a deck, if you'd like that..." he trails off, imagining things a nature girl like her might enjoy.

They walk to the front steps with his arm around her shoulders. "I just thought of something I can't do, though, since this is already your house," he says.

"Oh?' she replies sleepily.

"When we get married, I can't carry you over the threshold like my bride."

"Sure you can. I'll paint the door a different color so it's like a new threshold."

"Perfect."

They shower together so they won't have such a hectic early morning. They won't get much sleep before Mass. "What's that little smile about?" she asks him while she untangles her long wet hair. She's seated on the end of the bed in a well-loved T-shirt. She's doffed her prosthetic leg and the scarred end of her limb is comfortably in plain view.

"I was just thinking about Mama, what she'd think of me in a Catholic church... because I'm in love with an omega."

"And? What does she say?" MK asks just like talking to the deceased is ordinary.

"She's telling me to make sure not to forget... something I think should be a surprise," he says slyly, making his eyes even more mysterious.

"A surprise for when?" she demands. He makes a mental note: She doesn't like surprises.

"Tomorrow. You'll like it. It's nothing to worry about, 'mega."

Her childlike expression is like a preview of what their pups could look like. Holly's not sure he likes how it makes his heart feel when she shows that degree of vulnerability. It's a kind of love that feels like an open wound, like grief.

They sleep in a loose embrace, giving each other both affection and space.