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Penelope Featherington lay in her bed, her breathing erratic and her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Her heart raced as if it were trying to escape her chest, and her mind was filled with images of him. No, not the man she had been in love with since was four and ten. The other one. The one who had been tormenting her heat dreams for the past week. Anthony Bridgerton, the brooding, arrogant alpha male who was the talk of every ball, the object of every female's desire. Except hers. Well, not anymore.
She had tried to fight it, to ignore the way her body ached for him, the way her womb throbbed and her nipples hardened at the mere thought of him. But when her heat came upon her, there was no denying the fact that she was his. That she wanted to be his mate.
The memory of their encounter in her dreams flashed through her mind, making her shiver with pleasure and desire. His strong hands, rough against her skin, possessing her. His teeth nipping at her ear, sending shivers down her spine. The feeling of him inside her, filling her up, claiming her. She longed for it to be real, to feel him moving inside her, their bodies joined as one.
The entire night had been a hazy blur in her mind, muddled by the veil of her need. And she was confused, trying to understand which part was real.
She remembered carefully choosing her dress; a light green velvet dress with emeralds to wear in Lady Tilbury's ball. Her moment on the terrace was real, but from that point on, her memory was a blurred collection of events. The pressure of his lips and body during the kiss felt way too real as well to be a conjecture of her mind.
Once her heat was over, she still continued in bed for some days, and even her mother was concerned. But Penelope felt no will to move and live. The suppressors were not helping her, and now, if her Doctor could not prescribe her something new soon, that would be her fate for the rest of her days: enduring the painful heats with no alpha to take care of her and secluded at home to be safe from them. She was no young woman anymore, she could deal with it, no whining, no crying, yet, here she was: a puddle of self-loath and need.
She forced herself to sit up, the cool air of her bedroom bringing her back to reality. She could not allow herself to dwell on such thoughts or melancholy. Not anymore. She needed to focus on the task at hand: going to Bridgerton House for tea as she did every Sunday to help Lady Bridgerton orchestrate her charity soiree. She had been summoned by the Dowager Viscountess herself, who had been nothing but kind and understanding about Penelope's unique circumstances and her disappearance last Sunday.
Penelope took a deep breath, steeling herself for the encounter with Anthony. She knew he would be there, and the thought of being in the same room with him made her heart race. But she would be strong, she would be in control. After all, she had survived a week in her nest deeply wanting him during her heat; she could survive a few hours in his presence now.
She arrived at the Bridgerton House, her nerves on edge as she was shown into the parlor. She had chosen a blue-ish dress that day and she passed her hands nervously on her skirt.
The scent of freshly brewed tea and sweet treats filled the air, and she took a seat across from Lady Bridgerton. The elderly woman smiled warmly at her, her eyes filled with understanding and compassion.
“My dear Penelope,” she said, “I must say, you look lovely today. Quite radiant, in fact.”
Penelope forced a smile, her heart racing as she glanced around the room, wondering where Anthony was. He was here somewhere in the house, but she could not bring herself to look for him. Not directly, at least.
“Thank you, my lady,” she managed to say, her voice sounding distant even to her own ears. “And thank you again for inviting me.”
Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly.
“Oh, dear, I could hardly refuse. Your presence at our gatherings has been most... illuminating, shall we say?”
Penelope felt her cheeks heat up, unsure if the older woman was being sarcastic or not. She forced a laugh, grateful when it came out sounding natural.
Everyone in the Bridgerton Family, except for the Viscount and the youngest Bridgertons, who were almost of age, were already mated; true bounds and partnerships born of the purest love, something rare as of late.
It was a well known fact amongst the Ton that the Bridgertons only knotted and bit their true ones, they mated only once and for life. Beautiful specimens of Alphas and Omegas who only wedded to another pack of handsome male alphas or gorgeous female omegas.
She almost laughed dryly to herself. It was so stupid of her to think she would even stand a chance.
Just then, the door opened and Anthony Bridgerton stepped into the room. Penelope's heart skipped a beat as she felt his eyes on her, assessing her. He was even more handsome than she remembered, his dark hair mussed, his jaw covered in a few days' worth of stubble. He was dressed impeccably, as always, in a coat that fit him like a second skin. The air in the room seemed to shift when he entered, and she could not help but feel a strange mixture of fear and desire course through her veins.
Lady Bridgerton gestured for him to take a seat beside her, and he did so with a polite nod in Penelope's direction. The tension in the room was palpable, and she could feel her heart racing as she tried to maintain eye contact with Lady Bridgerton. She could not help but wonder what Anthony was thinking. She tried to focus on the conversation, but it was difficult when all she could think about was the way he was sitting so close to her.
The afternoon passed in a blur of polite small talk and delicate tea sipping when both women had concluded the plans for the charity event. Penelope was grateful for Lady Bridgertons gentle guidance, as she steered the conversation away from any topics that might be too sensitive for her unique situation. Anthony, however, was a different story. He seemed to be studying her intently, his eyes lingering on her face, her hands, her body. She could feel the weight of his gaze, and it was both unnerving and arousing at the same time.
When the time came for her to excuse herself, she rose from her seat, her heart racing as she bid her hosts goodbye. Anthony was quick to step forward, offering his arm for her to take. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should accept, but he gave her a reassuring smile, his touch gentle and firm at the same time. A command.
She blushed and obeyed.
As they made their way out of the parlor and into the hallway, Penelope could not help but notice the way Anthony's arm felt against hers. It was strong and protective, and she found herself leaning into it slightly, despite her best efforts to remain aloof. He led her toward the front door, and she admired the way he moved: with an easy grace that spoke of confidence and power.
The air outside was crisp and cool, a welcome relief from the stuffiness of the parlor. Anthony offered her his arm once more, and they strolled leisurely down the walkway toward the garden. She frowned. He should be scourting her home.
The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, and Penelope found herself momentarily lost in the beauty of the scene.
“It's lovely out here,” she murmured, looking up at Anthony. He was smiling down at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Yes, it is,” he agreed, nodding toward a nearby bench. “Shall we sit for a moment?”
She hesitated for a second, unsure of what to do. Part of her wanted to remain standing, to maintain some distance between them. But another part of her was drawn to him, to the warmth and strength she felt whenever he was near. With a deep breath, she nodded and allowed him to lead her over to the bench.
As they sat down, Anthony turned to face her, his expression serious.
“Penelope,” he began, his voice low and gentle, “I want to apologize for my behavior that night. I had no right.”
She looked up at him, feeling a blush creep into her cheeks.
“Difficult does not begin to describe it, the way I have felt that day,” he continued. “I have never experienced anything like it before.”
She swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. The air between them seemed charged with an almost palpable energy, and she could feel the pull of their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. And the urge to run and cry.
He had asked for her apology. She had pathetically whimpered and cried for him the whole week, her body trembling at the mere thought of him, crying out and hiding from everyone who dared to enter her room, only for him to be ashamed of it, of her.
It was a well kept secret between Featherington House now how much she had whined his name. Her mother had been apoplexed, and could not even look at her face.
As they sat there in silence, Anthony reached out and took her hand in his, his touch gentle but firm.
“I want you to know that I will never hurt you, Penelope,” Could he mean it? Could he— he looked deep into her eyes. “I will protect you with my life if necessary.” Penelope breathed.
Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she could feel her body responding to his touch. She wanted to believe him, to trust him, but the past had taught her that not everything in life was as it seemed.
You are Pen. You do not count.
“I did not mean to take advantage of you with that kiss.” he continued. “And for that, I apologize. You were alone in heat with an unmated Alpha, and that was extremely dangerous for you. But I do not regret kissing you. Or feeling the smell of you.”
Oh, she thought, her breath quickening, oh.
She had questioned herself to the point of a headache in the days that followed, dazed as she was, trying to separate, trying to understand how much of that night had been a dream, and how much of that evening truly happened, fearing it was everything a fabrication of her own mind. But the kiss…
The kiss who took her out of her orbit was real; the way he grabbed her, strong but caring, was real; the caress of his nose down her neck was real.
Oh.
“You have been haunting me, every dream, every meal I take, every sip I have of my whiskey, every piece of paper that I have to take care of. I see you everywhere.” As he spoke, he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. “I spent that entire ball feeling your smell, faint as it was; the scent of you calling me as I was trying to find out who it was.”
Penelope’s head spiraled. Her heart was beating without any rhythm.
“You did?”
He smiled, softly.
“Oh, yes, and when the smell grew stronger to the point I could not even think of anything else, I saw you had entered the room and I realized it was you. It had to be you.”
She could feel the tension between them growing, the air thick with the scent of his cologne and the floral perfume she'd worn that evening. His hand tightened around hers, his grip firm and reassuring. For a moment, she wondered what it would be like to lose herself in those chocolate eyes, to feel his lips against hers again.
“I… thank you,” she managed to say, her voice little more than a whisper. “For telling me this.” She could feel herself leaning in toward him, drawn by an irresistible force she could not fully understand.
He smiled, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You do not need to thank me,” he said softly. “I am simply being honest with you.” With his free hand, he cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips. Her heart raced at his touch, and she could feel herself growing more and more aware of his presence.
“I had to follow you.” He whispered against her mouth. “And I had to be certain that it was you. Then, I had to make sure you got home safely because I already knew you would be mine and nobody else’s.” He continued. “Heaven knows I could not stop myself from kissing you. And since that night, I have been hungry for you.” Penelope breathed. “I had to physically and mentally restrain myself from breaking into your house and your room during your heat to make you mine. You were calling to me. It was so beautiful; so, so beautiful. I could hear you, babe, you were suffering so much and it broke my heart. When I slept, you were there. In my dreams, I was in your nest with you; taking care of you, giving to you what you needed and wanted.”
Penelope felt her heartbeat against her throat. Her breath quickened.
Oh.
My.
Word.
No, it was not possible. She had heard about mental connections between Omega and Alpha pairs, but that only happened with True Mates.
Could it be possible? Could them be made to each other like that?
As if drawn by an invisible thread, their faces moved closer together. His lips were soft and warm against hers, and she could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. The kiss deepened, and she gave in to the sensations coursing through her body. She ran her hands through his hair, feeling its silky smoothness beneath her fingertips, as he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers.
The world seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the moment. They were no longer standing in the garden, no longer mere strangers or even lovers. Time ceased to exist, and they were left with only the present, the heat of their bodies and the rush of blood in their veins.
Penelope's hands roamed over his broad chest, feeling the muscles tighten beneath her touch. She could feel his heart pounding in time with hers, and it was all she could do to keep from begging him to take her right there, in the open air, where anyone could see. The need to be claimed by him was an ache in her very soul, a hunger that only he could satisfy. She felt a warmth spread through her, a warmth that had nothing to do with the setting sun. It was his touch, his scent, his very essence that ignited a fire within her. She had never felt this way before, never knew that such passion could exist. Her breath hitched as his tongue danced with hers, exploring and claiming. It was as if he was unlocking a part of her that she had never known was there.
When their lips parted, his nose traced a path from her cheek to her neck, and Penelope's breath hitched and she moaned and whimpered; he was so close, so close to her gland, just one bite and they would be bound forever, she would be his to care for. She wanted to be cared for by his hands, wanted to be at his disposal, wanted to be his in every sense of the word.
“Go to your house.” he grunted to her. “I will woo you, Penelope. By the time you have your next heat–” he kissed her neck, right above her gland. “–We will be wedded already and I will take care of you as your Alpha and your husband.”
Penelope shook her head, dazed.
“You will be mine.” He said in a low voice. “And I will cherish you for the rest of our days. You will be my omega, my Viscountess.” He got closer to her right ear. “And I will have the time of my life trying to fill your womb with pups.”
Penelope trembled and whined. Anthony laughed lightly.
“You like the idea of it, sweet thing?”
She nodded quickly. He caressed the side of her face with his pinky finger.
“I will make it special for you, Penelope.”
She sighed softly, closing her eyes at his touch.
“What you give me will be my most precious treasure,” he continued with a whisper. “And I will honor you. If you honor me as your Alpha.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried.
He smiled.
“You are a dream.” He kissed her lips lightly. “Tomorrow, we begin our courtship. It will be very fast, if that’s fine for you?” he asked. “I do not think we will have much time before your next heat wave.”
“Yes. I just want you, alpha.” She watched Anthony's features change, his body tensing against hers, struggling to hold the beast inside. She lowered her head, having done this unconsciously.
“It's okay, baby girl. You'd better go. Before I push you against this bench and take you right here in the open.”
Penelope gasped, eyes wide in surprise. He laughed, amused.
“You'd like that, would not you? We will explore it soon.”
Penelope accepted his kiss, holding onto him as long as she could, not wanting to let go. How could she already need him as much as she needed air? God. How had she become this needy thing so quickly?
/
The courtship, as Anthony had warned, was swift but delightful. Penelope relished his company, enjoying strolls through the park with Lady Bridgerton and her mother as chaperones; boating on the lake; attending picnics and daytime soirees; even enduring a Smith-Smythe concert was bearable with him by her side. The Viscount possessed a dry yet witty sense of humor that kept her entertained. Moreover, he genuinely listened to her, showing sincere interest in her novels and hobbies.
Their clandestine meetings, facilitated by Eloise and her husband, added a thrilling element to their courtship. The truth was, both were delighted to play the role of false chaperones while indulging in their own escapades.
“She is the worst chaperone. And as much as I love my sister for this,” Anthony said while holding Penelope, “I strongly dislike her because I know exactly what she is doing with Crane.”
Penelope laughed softly.
“Well, you just need to occupy your mind with other things, so you will not think about your sister and Mr. Phillip,” she said, kissing his exposed throat.
Anthony raised an eyebrow at her.
“Do you have any suggestions?”
Penelope pretended to ponder.
“Maybe you could kiss me a little,” she suggested playfully. “I believe that would keep your mind occupied for quite some time.”
The Viscount pretended to consider the suggestion.
“Perhaps,” he said. “But I think we will need to test that theory.”
Even after all the kisses they have shared, Penelope’s breath still got shallow and her heart was racing like a wild steed. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble against her skin. His eyes darkened, and she knew he felt the same burning desire that coursed through her veins.
“I want to give you pleasure, Alpha.” she whispered in his ears.
With a low growl, he bent his head and claimed her mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and tender.
Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting, as the storm outside grew wilder. The room was filled with the sound of their muffled moans and the rustle of their clothing as they became lost in the passion that had been building between them for so long. His hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her closer, pressing her body against his firm chest. She could feel the heat of his arousal through their layers of clothing, and it only served to make her want him more.
With a gentle nudge, he guided her towards the large leather chair that sat before the roaring fireplace. He sat down, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuckled his trousers, revealing his erect cock. It stood proudly, thick and veined, the tip glistening with precum. He took her hand, leading it to him, and she eagerly wrapped her small fingers around him. He groaned at her touch, his eyes fluttering shut briefly before snapping open again to watch her.
“Take it in your mouth, Penelope,” he instructed, his voice thick with lust. She did not need any more prompting. She dropped to her knees before him, her skirts pooling around her like a puddle of darkness. The warmth of the fireplace kissed her skin as she leaned in and took the head of his cock into her mouth. He was salty and musky, and she found the taste intoxicating. She sucked and licked, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, savoring the way he grew harder with every movement of her tongue.
Anthony’s grip tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm, his hips bucking slightly to meet her eager mouth. He whispered filthy words into her ear, praising her, telling her how good she was making him feel. The sound of her sucking filled the room, punctuated by the crackling of the fire. Her own arousal grew with each groan she drew from him, her slick coating her thighs and the scent of her juice filling the air. He watched her, his gaze intense, his eyes never leaving hers as she pleasured him.
He leaned back in the chair, his hand moving to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
“Such a good girl, taking care of your Alpha like that,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her core. She moaned around him, the vibration sending a shiver down his spine. He knew he would not last much longer with her like this, but he wanted to make sure she was just as ready and satisfied as he was.
With a firm grip, he pulled her away from his cock, his hand lingering at her chin, tilting her face up to look at him. His eyes were hooded with desire, his breathing heavy. He reached down, his other hand sliding under her skirt to find her wet and ready for him. He stroked her slit, coating his fingers in her slick.
“You are so wet for me, are not you, Penelope?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“Alpha,” her voice a soft, needy sound that sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
Her eyes glazed over with lust, she nodded, unable to form coherent words. He chuckled darkly, leaning in to kiss her again, sharing her taste with her. He stood, pulling her up with him.
“Sit down, love,” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. She complied, her legs trembling slightly. “Open for me, my omega.” He knelt before her, pushing her skirts up to expose her bare, wet pussy to the warmth of the fire.
He settled between her legs, his face level with her wet, glistening core.
Anthony’s nose twitched as he took in the scent of her arousal, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the folds of her sex, savoring the sweetness of her juice. Penelope’s grip tightened on the chair’s arms, her breath catching in her throat as he licked and nibbled at her clit. She squirmed, her legs spreading wider to give him better access. He growled, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
He lapped at her eagerly, his tongue delving into her depths, tasting her completely. Her hips rocked against his face, seeking more, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around his fingers as he slid them inside her. He curled them, finding that spot that made her whine, and her walls clenched around him. He knew she was on the edge, and he wanted to push her over.
With a final, deep thrust of his tongue, he sucked hard on her bud, and she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like lightning. She bucked against his mouth, her nails digging into the leather of the chair, making the most beautiful noises for him. He did not stop, though, continuing to lick and suck until she was boneless, panting with pleasure.
“Anthony…” and then, with a softer whine: “Alpha…”
He sat back on his heels, a wolf waiting, watching her, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Her breathing slowed, and she looked down at him, her eyes hazy with passion.
“Can we do it again?” He kissed lightly her temples and cheeks, laughing heartily as she snuggled in his arms like a little kitten.
“Whenever you want and need me, sweet thing.”
It was a testament to his character that he honored his promise to respect her, never succumbing to temptation to bite her in the hidden corners they found. He wanted their bond to be special and untainted by haste or shame.
This consideration meant the world to Penelope.
And if her heart began to race at the mere mention of his name, or if thinking of him brought an involuntary smile to her face, or the fact that Colin's existence had slipped from her mind entirely… She knew she was falling in love.
The wedding was a simple yet elegant affair, with only a few guests beyond the Bridgerton and Featherington families. It was a fascinating gathering of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas.
Penelope wore a pearlescent gown adorned with delicate lace. Her veil, a soft tulle, was held in place by a crown of flowers, lovingly crafted by the youngest Bridgerton, featuring white gladioli, lavender and hyacinths.
As she walked down the aisle toward Anthony, she felt a profound sense of purpose and love. This was the man who would care for her, the man who would father her children; the man she already loved.
The breakfast after the ceremony was filled with lively conversations, congratulations, and dancing.
Penelope had not been nervous about the mating ritual until all the other women started asking her about it-how anxious she was, if she had prepared, if she was ready for what was to come. Her sisters, all Betas married to Beta men, were particularly curious.
Her mother tried to offer advice, but she too was a Beta married to another Beta. Eloise had mentioned something, but they both felt too embarrassed, given that it was her brother they were discussing.
Despite this, Penelope felt a sense of calm, knowing that Anthony would take care of her.
Her heat was due to start within the next few days, and they planned to spend their honeymoon at the Bridgertons' ancestral estate in Kent, on their own.
Anthony, her husband, approached her from behind as she hid in a corner trying to eat a candy. He kissed her neck.
She smiled and gasped, turning in his arms as she offered him a sweet. He swallowed it and kissed her lips softly, tasting like chocolate and strawberry. She moaned.
“Are you enjoying your party, my darling?” he asked, nuzzling the curve of her neck.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmured.
“What do you think,” he whispered in her ear, “about sneaking away a bit early to our home?”
Our home.
“I think that's a splendid idea.”
She had visited Aubrey Hall on previous occasions, but returning now as its viscountess felt entirely different. The staff treated her with the utmost respect as they were introduced, showing her to her room with a deference that marked her new status.
Anthony laughed softly.
“You will not be using it much,” he whispered in her ear, earning a playful smack on his chest.
“Behave,” she admonished, her eyes sparkling. His gaze darkened, and she shivered as he squeezed her waist, whispering indecent promises that sent a thrill through her.
He then led her on a tour of the estate—the expansive stables, the meticulously maintained gardens, the lush greenhouse. Finally, they arrived at the library.
Anthony opened a door in the corner, which seemed a recent addition, and gently guided her inside. The room was beautiful, decorated in soft shades of green and rose, featuring comfortable sofas and a large writing desk.
“This is your Viscountess study,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “I had it placed adjacent to the library,” he continued, pointing to another door that was barely noticeable, “–and to my study. Do you like it?”
She turned in his arms, her face lighting up with joy.
“I love it. I’ll always be close to the things I love most in the world.”
He growled softly and captured her lips in a fierce kiss.
/
As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, Anthony awoke with a start. His muscles ached and his mind was foggy, as if he had been up all night engaged in some sort of intense physical activity. He glanced over at his wife, Penelope, who lay peacefully beside him, her delicate features softened by sleep. Anthony could not help but smile as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. It had been only a few days since their wedding, but already he felt a deep connection to her. They were true mates. He never thought he was meant to be with his sister’s best friend—a sweet small beautiful omega, twelve years his senior. And yet, that was the best thing that ever happened to him.
The thought of claiming his wife in such an intimate way filled him with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He did not want to hurt her, but he also knew that the mating bond was an essential part of their union. As he carefully disentangled himself from the sheets, he could not help but admire Penelope's naked form. Her pale skin glowed in the morning light, and her curls spilled across the pillow in a tangle of gold.
He knew that today would be different; Penelope was in heat, he could feel her smell in the thick air of the room. She was already whispering and moaning his name during her sleep, and he could feel the pull, feel her rapid breath as if it was his own, hear her calls as if it came from inside him. His body tensed, he hardened, his mind went blank. She was his only thought. Her name, an echo and an anchor, as he was calling her.
Penelope.
Penelope.
Penelope.
“Anthony,” she murmured.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned over and gently kissed her forehead, her cheek, and finally her plump, pink lips. She stirred, a soft moan escaping her as she awoke. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and his body responded accordingly. He began to swell as he took in her flushed features and the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. She had taken off all her clothes during her sleep, her body unconsciously getting ready for the heat.
“Penelope,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. “It is time.”
Penelope's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, a mixture of love and fear in her gaze.
“Anthony?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Anthony cupped her face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over her plump lower lip.
“I'm here, sweet. It's all right. I have got you.” He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a gentle, reassuring kiss. But as their tongues tangled together, his kiss deepened, becoming more demanding. She responded eagerly, arching her back into his touch, already moaning into his mouth.
“Do you want to make a nest, babe?” He asks, “For your first time?”
“No, you are all I need.”
He knelt on the bed, guiding her to do the same in front of him. Anthony's gaze roamed over her body, dark with desire, his breath quickening. Her breasts were full, ample, and perfect; her rosy nipples begged to be sucked, savored, and bitten until she was dripping between her thighs and screaming his name. He longed to trace a winding path down her round belly with his lips, leaving a trail of bites and kisses, marking her as his so that wherever she looked, she would remember him, this moment, that she was his Omega. Her wide hips, perfect for his hands to grasp, and then, the paradise hidden behind that little red hair curtain. He would feast on her until she was swollen and dripping so much she could not speak a word.
But first, he needed to prepare her. He smiled softly, despite feeling ready to pounce on her like a starving wolf. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles and palms as he moved up her arms, her shivers and moans betraying her enjoyment. With his other hand, he squeezed her left breast until the flesh spilled from his fingers, groaning at the weight in his hand and her responsive moan.
The air in the room seemed thick with her smell, mingling with his own, –vanilla, rosemary, roses, and the unmistakable scent of her arousal,– hanging like a lit candle.
He gently pinched her nipple, causing her to arch her back toward him, clutching his arms. His gaze traveled down as his hand moved along her waist, gripping firmly yet tenderly. A glistening wetness coated her parted thighs, and Anthony licked his lips.
Oh, he would be inside her soon. And he could hardly wait.
He brought her hands to his torso, urging her to remove his linen shirt, the only barrier between them. His erection was already pushing the fabric upward, and watching her swallow hard and widen her eyes did wonders for his ego.
“It will not hurt you,” he said with a playful smile, causing her to huff. “Although, with that sass–” he whispered, biting her lower lip, “–the same hand that gives you so much pleasure…” he squeezed her breasts again to demonstrate, making her moan, “Might offer a bit of punishment,” he added, gripping her buttocks firmly.
She breathed erratically.
“Anthony,” she gasped.
His mind stopped. Her heat washed over him, her scent a siren's call that he could not resist. He could feel the primal urge growing stronger with every passing moment, his body begging to claim her, to mark her as his own. He knew he had to be careful. But he also knew that the bond they were about to share was as natural as breathing.
He ran his hands over her, tracing the line of her spine, cupping her hips, and cupping her breasts again. She moaned, arching into his touch.
He leaned forward, taking one of her nipples between his lips, sucking gently as his fingers slipped between her folds, teasing and exploring, drawing the most beautiful noises and whines from her.
He loved it.
Her heat surrounded him, her scent filling his senses. He could feel the tightness building within her, the readiness for him to take her.
“You are already clenching around my finger…” he murmured. “And you are so wet. You are so eager to have me inside you, are not you? You have been waiting really long for this, love.” She cries. “Hm?” He pushed his fingers inside her, while his thumb caressed the small bud between her damp folds. She trembled. Her knees were weak. “Lay down.” He commanded.
And as she did, he opened her legs, his fingers reaching deep within her while the rhythm of his thumb against her swollen flesh quickened. Her noises became louder and she cried his name, clenching and tightening his fingers around her; the tremor of her stomach also betrayed she was near.
Coming undone in his hands, she screamed his name, her hands and nails grasping his arms.
With a growl of desire, he was unable to hold himself any longer. Anthony positioned himself between her spread legs, his tip pressing against her entrance. He nudged her gently, feeling the slick heat of her arousal as she opened for him. Slowly, he slid inside, feeling her tightness surround him, her body accepting him.
As he thrust deeper, she cried out, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his. He gripped her hips, guiding him as he plunged into her over and over. The feel of her body, the way she moved, the taste of her skin on his lips and tongue was an exquisite torture. He could feel the bond growing stronger between them with each thrust, each moan, each kiss.
Their movements grew more frantic, their breaths coming in gasps and pants. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the scent of their encounter filling the air. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, trying to soothe her as he felt the knot form inside him and his thrust deepened. He felt hers as well, brushing against each other and he could not hold himself. He gave her what both their bodies craved for as her cries became louder.
He let his head fall to the crook of her neck, the sweat, the scent of her stronger.
He could feel her tension building, the telltale tightening of her body as she neared her peak. He quickened his pace, knowing that she was close. He was the only thing on his mind and he could not wait any longer. That was the moment. That was it.
When she clenched around him and her legs started shaking around him, he caressed her face, watching her reddened cheeks and her eyes black with desire, and after a wet kiss full of lips, bites and need, he slowed his thrust, drawing from her longer moans and noises as he hit her deeper. As the first tremor of her climax rippled through her again, he felt his own control slipping. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted to bite her, to claim her as his in the most primal way possible. He leaned over her, his teeth grazing the tender skin of her neck. She shivered beneath him, and he knew she felt the same desire, the same need for completion. With light kisses cascading down her chin and throat, Anthony took his time kissing her necklace. But as she squeezed around him, crying for him through their pull, their connection, he could not deny either of them any longer.
“Alpha, alpha, alpha,” she screamed.
With a roar, he gave in to his instincts, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. He felt the bond snap into place, a fierce, burning sensation that seemed to light up every nerve in their jointed body. Her eyes went wide for a moment before they rolled back in pleasure, and she pushed back against him, her inner walls clenching around him again, again and again as she reached a new peak. The feeling of her release triggered his own, and he emptied himself into her, his knot swelling to lock them together as the mating bond was sealed.
Their bodies shuddered together, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps. For what seemed like an eternity, they clung to each other, their hearts racing, their minds fuzzy with the afterglow of their joining. Finally, with a sigh, Anthony pulled away, his lips trailing over her neck, soothing the bite marks with tender kisses. He gazed down at her, marveling at the sight of her, his mate, his forever.
Penelope collapsed onto the bed, her legs trembling. She could feel the lingering ache from their coupling, but it was nothing compared to the warmth that now suffused her entire being. The bond was there, a warm ribbon of light that connected them in a way she had never felt before. She reached up to touch the bite marks, feeling the tender skin beneath her fingertips. They were a badge of honor, a symbol of their love and union.
Anthony smiled down at her, his eyes dark with tenderness.
“Are you all right, little love?” he asked, his voice raspy from their exertions.
Penelope looked up at him, her own voice barely more than a whisper.
“I have never felt better,” she said, her eyes shining with emotion. “Thank you, my lord.”
He smiled down at her, eyes darkening slightly again with the way she addressed her, his lips curving into a soft, tender smile.
“You are welcome, my love,” he replied, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. “And thank you for giving yourself to me. You are my gift. And I shall cherish you for my eternity.”
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as if the world outside their bedchamber ceased to exist. The bond between them grew stronger with every passing second, a living, pulsing thing that seemed to hum with power. It was more than just a physical connection; it was a meeting of minds and souls, a promise of a future filled with love and protection.
Anthony gently rolled them over, so he could cradle Penelope in his arms. He knew that the mating knot would take time to recede, and he wanted to be there for her, to comfort her and ease any discomfort she might feel. He felt a sense of possessiveness that was entirely new to him, a fierce need to keep her safe and secure. But it was tempered by a deep tenderness that made his chest ache with emotion.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at him, her expression a mix of wonder and contentment.
“Anthony,” she breathed, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I never knew it could be like this.”
He smiled down at her, his lips curving into a tender, reassuring smile.
“Neither did I, my love. Neither did I.” He kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips, as if he could never get enough of her taste. “But now we have forever to discover all the ways we fit together.”
Penelope's heart swelled in her chest at his words, and she knew that she had made the right choice in marrying him. Despite the initial fear and uncertainty, she felt an overwhelming sense of peace and belonging. She whispered the words she had been holding onto since the moment she realized her feelings for him.
“I love you,” she whispered, kissing his neck. “I love you, my Lord, my husband,” she kissed his lips. “My Alpha.”
The air between them seemed to shift, the weight of their emotions palpable. Anthony's eyes widened, and for a moment, she thought he might not believe her. But then, slowly, a smile spread across his face, and the tension in his shoulders eased. He reached up, cupping her face in his hands, and tenderly brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“I love you too, my Penelope,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one supposed to be My Omega. My heart has belonged to you ever since. It has always been you. And it kills me that I took so long to realize that.” His thumbs traced circles on her cheeks, the touch so light it was barely there, but somehow intensely sensual. “I promise to always protect you, to cherish you, and to make you happy. You are my world.”
“As you are mine.” She whispered. And kissed him again, a meeting of lips and souls. “You are my everything, my rock, my safe harbor.”
Their lips met again, this time with a passion that seemed to consume them both. Anthony rolled them over, pinning her beneath him, his weight pressing her into the mattress. Her body arched into his, their hips grinding together in a primitive dance of desire. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through her.
When they finally came up for air, they stared into each other's eyes, their chests rising and falling in unison. Anthony's hand moved to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown, his thumb teasing her nipple. Penelope's breath hitched, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on.
Their lovemaking was a dance of desire and need, a merging of souls that transcended anything either of them had ever experienced. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies in tune with each other's every whim and desire. As their passion reached its peak, Anthony rolled them over, his weight bearing down on her, their hips grinding together in a frenzied rhythm.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching beneath his, and with a cry that was part pleasure and part release, she threw her head back and gave herself over to the moment. Anthony followed her lead, his thrusts growing deeper and more urgent, his lips finding hers in a desperate, bruising kiss.
“Alpha,”
He growled as he thrust into her with fury and hunger and as she met every move of his body as they were in a perfect waltz. Their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, their hearts racing in unison, their breaths mingling in the air between them. The sheets beneath them grew damp with sweat, and the air in the room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their passion. As their climaxes crashed over them like a wave, they were left gasping and spent, their limbs tangled together in a tangle of sheets and limbs. He felt their mixed juices leak out of her as she breathed rapidly. He laughed, running his fingers between the folds of her dripping hole as she shook and trembled with the caress.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then another to her lips, his eyes never leaving hers.
“It’s always like that?” She asked, weakly, as he cleaned her and took her into his embrace.
“No, this is different, because it’s you and me.” She nestled closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Because we are mated for life.”
He kissed the top of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as she started to doze off, curled up in his arms like a kitten.
“Yes, sweet thing, because we were made for each other.”