Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
a nightmare. He is shaking his head side to The door opens slowly, a faint creak, but Thane doesn’t arouse. No, he is in the throes of side rambling and breathing hard. “No, Mom please don’t do this. Put the gun down. No, we will be okay. It isn’t your fault.” Thane’s ramblings are heartbreaking and all too familiar. He must be dreaming about his sister, but the gun story has me confused. There must be more to his backstory than I am aware of. Looks like we are both good at keeping secrets from each other.
I quickly hurry over to his bed to climb on top of it. Shaking him while he is rambling isn’t working. I can barely get on this bed; it is so tall. His room is dark, minus the moonlight coming through the window. I hope he can see me clearly when I get him awake before he pummels me to death. I take his head in both of my hands cupping his cheeks. He has a single tear rolling down his face and I instantly feel rage like I have never felt before. This alpha. This protector. This rescuer, broken. Someone broke him. The same people that broke me. I want him now more than ever to get his revenge. Not for me, but for his sister. My friend. I make a decision right here, right now, to help him in any way possible. She deserves it. He deserves it. His parents deserve it. It is bigger than me.
Dad, oh fates…fuck. Why” he yells out and bolts his eyes open, jerking awake like fell off of a cliff, while I am gently rubbing circles you doing in here. Shif, I am sorry. Did i on his chest and cupping a cheek. He looks so scared and broken. “Ayja, what……what are wake you? Are you okay?” I nod “yes” to him while still rubbing his chest. He places his large, calloused hand over mine on top of his chest and leans into my touch on his cheek, closing his saddened green eyes. “It was just a nightmare little wolf. I will be okay. You should get some rest. Tomorrow is a bad day for me and the nightmares are always worse this time of the year. Thank you for waking me up. I am sorry I disturbed you. I mean it. I want you to rest. He looks wide awake now, but I feel like I am close to passing out. My eyes are heavy and tired. The thought of getting up and leaving him to another nightmare seems like a wrong thing to do. Horrible. He has helped me so much; I can help him.
I scoot down in the bed and place my head on his chest. ff it is unwanted, he can make a more serious attempt at getting me back to my room. Instead, he drops his hand to my hair and starts playing with the ends of it. I snuggle in tight and close. I push back all attempts my brain makes to worry about Kian. We aren’t mated, and Thane needs me. I will worry about it tomorrow. Right now, we just need to rest. He clears his throat, almost a low hum as he continues playing with my hair. I must say, I like it a lot. It feels good. I didn’t realize, something as soft and simple could feel so nice
I close my eyes just as he starts talking again. “My mother and father couldn’t cope after my sister was murdered. They both became really depressed. My father gave up his duties. My mother and father died in a murder suicide. They blamed themselves for everything. Who did what and who pulled the trigger isn’t important. The fact remains, I have more in common with you then you realize little wolf. I look up into his eyes to see him wiping away another tear. He looks at his hand like the act of crying alone is treacherous. Something he clearly doesn’t allow himself to do. I too understand that. I don’t want him to lose his emotions the way I lost mine. I want him to feel. No matter what it is. I realize that blocking off my emotions was my way of stopping myself from feeling. Probably makes me a coward.
I trace the path the tear made, and I so badly want to lean up and kiss him. To give himself something to feel good about, but I can’t. I don’t have my answers about Della, the whole Kian thing is a shit storm brewing with me in Thane’s bed, and I don’t want to take advantage of his emotional state. Instead, I give him a kiss on the cheek and scoot back down, curling myself into him. He wraps one arm under my head as he tucks me tight against his side, rolling so his chin is on top of my head and his arms are wrapped around my body. I am in a Thane cocoon. Snuggled deep and warm. His arms are heavy and strong. I am protected, shielded from the world. This place here, the safest in the world. He throws one of his legs over my hip and pulls me impossibly deeper into him. One of his hands goes down to the lower part of my back, and it sprawls out on my smooth skin that is exposed from my tank top that rode up and the heat of his hand is grounding I want to be closer. I want to meld into him. I want him inside of me. I want him all around me. I cannot get enough of him. At this point, it isn’t even arousal. It isn’t about how hot he is or how nice he is. I have this overwhelming urge to sink into him. I can’t explain it. I need him closer, but he can’t get any closer than he is.
I hold him tight. Squeezing as hard as I can. He is my lifeline right now. I may succumb to death if I don’t keep breathing him in. He is all that matters right now. He squeezes me back harder, wrapping his thick arms impossibly tighter around me. Needing to feel me as much as I feel him. I feel a soft kiss on top of my head, and I know that tonight, something has shifted. We have recognized ourselves in each other. This bond, the experiences and trauma that caused it, drawing us together. Two shifters broken. Needing to be whole. Belonging to a club nobody wants to be in.
Thane
As I lay here cradling Ayla in my arms, I can’t imagine anything in the entire world being better than this. I have the desire to consume her. To be everywhere on her and in her. It defies all logic, how fast this connection has formed and how quickly it is growing. I am sure she can feel my erection firm against her stomach I would make any deal imaginable to have her the way I want her, but it also will take us to a place we can’t come back from. Sure can excuse this cuddle as emotional comfort for someone who needs it. That someone being me, but I won’t be able to excuse leeping with her knowing she potentially has a mate. A mate undeserving of her. The world is underserving in my opinion. I thread my fingers up into the back of her hair, fighting the urge to tug slightly and push my hips forwards. All I would have to do is pull her head up and plant my lips. She would melt under me in the way I want her to.
She shifts her hips forward, ever so slightly pressing against my erection and squeezes me tighter. Signaling me she is still awake. I can lay here and contemplate everything that is a bad idea, or I can act and worry about it later. Maybe we can give each other some comfort without pushing it too far. Maybe we will wake up and Kian will have been run over by a car, and I can take Ayla as my chosen mate and never allow another unmated female in my vicinity again, thus limiting the chances of finding my fated mate. I decide to test the waters and push my erection into her stomach and hold it firm. A signal, I too am still awake little wolf.
She tifts her hips slightly trying to get flush against my dick, but there is too much of a height distance. I slowly remove my leg over her hip and wedge it between hers. My thigh coming up firmly against her cunt, applying pressure. The hand that I have wrapped in her hair slides down her back and I place it above her ass crack, my thumb skimming down inside her shorts to get as close to her skin as possible. I hold her like this for a while. Giving us both an opportunity to roll over, end this, leave. Something, but neither of us take it. I think about all the things I want to say. I want to explain that we can’t have each other as desperately as I want to because of Kian, but bringing up his name would definitely end this, and I can’t.
I use my hand on her lower back to push her hips forwards, grinding her clit over my thigh as I push my hips forward to grind into her pelvis and stomach. She makes an audible gasp that is like music to my dick, urging me on to repeat the move. Again, and again. I take my other hand that was under my pillow and entangle it into her hair, pulling gently as we start to slowly grind into each other. Each of us moving slowly. Like we don’t want it to end but want to see what we can get away with.
I start rolling my hips with each thrust of her clit against my thigh. Her only covering, thin sleep shorts and mine, black boxers. I know my dick has made its way out of my boxers and is rubbing against her flesh, precum dripping now under her tank that has ridden up. She is so warm and soft. Much like her beautiful pussy I can’t stop thinking about. Images of me eating her out running through my mind. What I wouldn’t give for another taste of little wolf.
Our thrusting has become harder, more uninhibited. She is softly moaning, breathing harder as she meets me thrust for thrust. She is rocking her cunt against my hip now. Somehow shifting clear up my leg while we dry hump, or I have shifted down. I am not sure, nor do I care. This is pure ecstasy. Every moan of hers causes a low grunt or groan in me. I occasionally feel a low rumble through my chest, Ronan pushing me to rut, trying to ignore my plan to be gentle. Her body is starting to stiffen. I am sure if I shoved fingers into her tight cunt, they would be squeezed relentlessly. I grab her face and force her to look up at me. I want to see her unravel. I want to see how beautiful she is when she comes.
“You’re so close little wolf. I love how hard you are riding my leg, taking what you need. You are such a good girl little wolf. You listen so well. Be a good girl and come for me little wolf. I want you take what is yours. What I give you and look at me while you are doing it.” Her eyes snap open as she starts mewling loudly and digging her nails into my bicep. I hold her firm against my hip and force her to keep thrusting her throbbing clit into my hip. I can feel her wetness through her shorts. I would love to for her get her wolf back so I can feel her omega slick run down her legs for me See that beautiful pussy take my knot. Her mouth forms an O while she finishes on me. Her ecstasy and coming undone is my favorite thing to see, I want nothing else to look.
“Good girl little wolf. Your beautiful pussy lid so well.” I say as I keep thrusting, close myself. My breathing is ragged and I think my filthy mouth has just as much as an effect on myself as it does on her. She drops her hand from my bicep and scoots further down the bed. I am not sure what she is doing until she places the hand firmly on my dick and wedges it between her beautiful, milky white breasts. She may be small, but she is more than a handful, and who knew my little wolf could be so adventurous. I finish taking her tank top off and squeeze her tits together around my cock All it takes is three pumps and I pull out between them and finish all over her chest with a deep moan and grunting her name, never taking my eyes away from hers. Damn it. So much for a little bit of comfort tonight. If this is the last time I am with Ayla, at least it will be a great memory.