Page 97 of Shattered Trinket
I want to erase those fears entirely.
“Of course I am, Smalls. You’ve just never said it out loud like that before. I liked it,” he says on a strangled moan when my hand strokes him from tip to base, my hand bumping against his swelling knot.
“And I’m yours. So, make it permanent,” I tell him breathlessly, my nipples hardening beneath his t-shirt and pressing against him with every breath I take.
Ridge stills against me, and he pulls back enough to cup my cheek and look at me.
His eyes fly back and forth across my face, searching, and when he finds what he’s looking for, a deep, satisfied purr echoes from his chest and into mine, making my heart race.
“What are you saying, Cozette? Give me your words.”
“I’m saying… bite me, Alpha. Make me yours and let me make you mine,” I whimper as his hand slides between us and he slips his fingers into my panties.
I cry out when he slides his finger between my lips and slips it inside of me, curling it slightly. I never thought I’d crave the touch of another again, let alone crave it the way I do with these alphas. I thought I’d never be able to endure intimacy again, and they shattered all of those thoughts from the very first touch.
How could I not love all of them?
Jeremiah with his fierce protectiveness and undying devotion.
Zeke with his enduring commitment and unwavering love.
Micah with his endless patience and unflinching honesty.
Manny with his constant affection and persistent feelings.
And Ridge. Ridge with his steady loyalty and stubborn attitude.
Each and every one of them has effortlessly captured my heart, without any resistance on my part. Though they claim I’m the easy one to love, it’s them that are the ones who effortlessly won me over.
“You’re sure?” he breathes out as his finger continues to pump in and out of me at a leisurely pace that has me squirming and whimpering as I nod my head up and down so fast that I fear I look like a bobblehead doll.
“Yes, Ridge. You’re mine and I’m yours. I need you, Alpha. Please,” I gasp, digging my fingers into his shoulders when he adds another finger.
A pleased growl escapes his lips as he gently withdraws his fingers from me, prompting a cry of frustration from me. As he teasingly removes my panties, his gaze remains locked with mine, and my heart hammers in my chest as I find myself unable to look away. The intensity in his hazel eyes nearly takes my breath away, and as he grips my thigh and pulls it up onto his, I can feel his rigid length pressing against me, causing meto whimper. I clench when he presses his crown against my opening, and my mouth goes dry when he presses his forehead to mine, keeping his eyes locked on my face.
“I love you so fucking much, Cozette,” he whispers, and then he slams himself into me, taking my breath away as he watches every miniscule twitch of my features.
My eyes close as I moan when he pulls back and pushes back into me, pressing myself as close to him as I can get.
“Don’t close your eyes, baby. Look at me. That’s it. Let me see those pretty blues that destroy me every time I look into them.”
I whimper and moan in pleasure, his whispered words of love arousing me even further, leaving me yearning for more. With every thrust of his hips into me, Ridge never looks away. He holds my eyes captive, and anytime I try to close them, he begs me to keep them open.
“You are the most perfect woman. Perfect omega. I’m going to mark you and show you every day, for the rest of our lives, just how perfect you are, baby. My stunning, loving omega,” he grunts out, rolling his hips when his knot bumps against my opening and I cry out as my body tries to pull him in and lock him in me.
“Bite. Knot. Bite, please,” I beg, and he purrs, making me go lax in his arms.
As he slowly stretches me around his knot, I feel his lips trailing along my shoulder while he firmly grasps my hand, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing down my arm. The sensation of his tongue on the bend of my elbow makes me whimper, and I eagerly clench around him, taking his knot all the way inside me.
The minute he’s lodged deep inside of me, no chance of escaping, I feel his release spill into me, coating my walls and pushing me closer to the edge. When he sucks on the spot he licked before, I moan and then I feel the sharp prick of his teethpuncturing the sensitive skin. But the pain doesn’t last, and before I know it, a blindingly beautiful wave of pleasure washes over me, making me feel dizzy as I feel the bond slowly unfurl in my chest, bringing with it a whole host of new emotions and feelings. And then I notice which emotions are mine and which are Ridge’s and a sob wracks my chest at the overwhelming amount of love that he pours into me as he sucks and licks on the spot he bit me.
It’s nothing like all the times that Victor bit me, and with the addition of Ridge’s bite, I finally break completely free of all those chains that have held me down.
That’s the last time I’ll ever think of that man’s name.
When we’ve both caught our breath, I push against his chest. He rolls over, and I don’t waste any time clawing at his chest as I lean down and bite him right above his heart, the metallic tang of his blood coating my tongue as he groans beneath me. I feel him twitch inside of me, another bout of his release spurting against my oversensitive walls, and I clench around him as I lick the spot I bit with tender care, another softer orgasm washing over me. Once I’m happy that his bite is clean and taken care of for the moment, I collapse against him, reveling in the strength of the bond when it’s not one-sided and loving it.
“I love you, Alpha. So much,” I murmur sleepily, cuddling into him as best as I can with us locked together and his arms squeeze me tight.