I'll Believe In Anything
Summary: Paz woos you. (Part 4 of OK Love You Bye)
Pairing: Ice Hockey Player!Alpha!Paz Vizsla x fem!Omega!Reader
Wordcount: 7.2k | Rating: E (18+ only!)
Warnings: allusions to child abuse, explicit sexual content, thigh riding, semi-public sex, mentions of exhibitionism, dirty talk, slight verbal degradation. Unprotected sex, creampie, mating bites, knotting, cockwarming
It feels like forever ago that I've actually finished a series so this is a way bigger deal to me than it should be lol Thank you for sticking with it, I hope you enjoyed it! Comments and reblogs are like pancakes on a Sunday morning 🥰
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Paz was convinced that he had never felt lighter than today. Yes, leaving you in bed – soft and glowing and asking him to stay – was maybe the hardest thing he had ever done but the knowledge that he could return to you? It made him race across the ice, eager to finish (win) the game as soon as possible.
The crowd was cheering, he could hear Din laughing from his position in the goal and even Berenson sent him a flashing grin after they made their third point. The puck was flying across the ice and so was he. This was the best day of his life and it would become even better when he finally could return to you and tell you how he felt, how in love he was with you.
Nothing in the world could stop him.
Except the brunt of Player #15 from the opposing team, sending him flying across the ice.
He blacked out for just a second and when he came to, he was lying on his back, staring up at the cold white lights of the ice rink. His cheek burned and he could feel something trickle down his chest but that did not matter because today was the day he’d tell you he loved you.
The crowd was booing and the grin still did not leave his face.
“You okay there, Vizsla?” Berenson’s face appeared above him, peering down at him with grave concern, “You’re bleeding all over the ice.”
“Never been better,” he answered truthfully, “Now help me up, we got a game to win.”
“I don’t think there’s a we anymore,” Kaida, the team’s physician showed up next to him, “You are going to get your things and get some stitches for that cut. No more playing for you today.”
Under normal circumstanced he’d fight her decision. He would grumble and beg and argue that a little blood would only make him play harder and he had a score to settle. But today’s priority was to get the game over with as fast and as smoothly as possible and if that meant him being off the ice? He could handle that.
All it had taken was one night.
One night of getting to hold you, touch you, hear your deep breaths in the darkness and get to bury his nose in the crook of your neck, and he knew there was no going back for him. He had half-expected that this evening of letting himself be close to you would somehow reveal to him that his emotions weren’t as intense as he feared, that he could be normal about you.
But he had quickly learned that there was nothing normal about you. You were the warm sunshine on a cold Hoth day and the thought of you crying, of him being the reason for it, made a hand clench around his heart so tight, he might as well drop dead before hurting you.
“Vizsla, I need you to stay still,” Kaida order him with a hand on his shoulder, “Stars what is up with you? You’re worse than my kid on a birthday morning.”
“Sorry,” he grinned, “I got places to be and someone to look pretty for.”
The dark-haired woman laughed and he perked up when Joe, one of the team’s assistants, walked in, holding his bag from the locker room. Moments later, his phone rang and although the number was unknown, he knew exactly who it was.
“Tell me you are alright,” your voice rang out the second he accepted the call, “Paz, please tell me.”
“Worried for me?” he teased you.
“That looked bad,” you brought out, “There was blood.”
“There still is,” Paz replied easily, tilting his head to Kaida could put one of the butterfly bandages over the cut, “But, I’m fine, omega.”
“You promise?” he hated how small you sounded, still groggy, and in his mind’s eye, you were still in bed, still wrapped in the blankets that smelled like him while you watched the game on the TV. While you watched him.
“I promise,” his softened his voice, “Would it make you feel better if I paid you another visit tonight.”
A gasp on the other end of the line had his cock twitch. He wanted nothing more than to be back in bed with you and hold you just like he had done tonight. “But Chants said you’re supposed to fly back tonight,” you said, “Could you even visit me then?”
“About that …” he rubbed the back of his neck, trying his hardest to ignore the amused grin Dr Kaida sent his way, “I have a proposition.”
*
When Chants had texted you that he and Din would stay another few days at the resort because the team was supposed to fly back home right after the game, your first thought had been I thought he would come back to me.
What had not occurred to you was that the very same night, you would make your way onto a plane because “Din is staying a bit longer and so there is a seat open for you, if you want it, sweetheart.”
You were greeted by a very grumpy looking Coach Fett. The Mandalorian Minotaurs had ended up winning the game 5-1 but somehow the older man still looked as if he was ready to throw punches with the refs. It was even more intimidating when he mustered you up and down, “How are you doing, kid?”
“Better, thank you.” And that was the truth. Your pre-heat symptoms had faded around lunch time and you knew that it afforded you at least two weeks of peace before your full-on heat hit. You would have to take a look at your calendar when you were home to make sure you could shift some plans to afford you a few days in your nest.
Thank the stars your travel plans had changed. It was nice not having to take the several-hour train journey and instead just a two-hour flight. It was even nicer because Paz Vizsla was standing at the very end of the aisle, pushing a bag into the overhead compartment. Your eyes drifted over his arms, taking in his thick bicep, the tattoos on his forearms and remembering how that very arm had been slung around your waist just last night.
A strange mix of confidence and nervousness filled you as you approached him. There had to be a reason he had asked you to join him on the plane and you were 95% sure it wasn’t because he wanted to reject you. He wouldn’t be that cruel.
So was this finally the moment you got to clear the air?
Paz must have spotted you out of the corner of his eye because he turned to you with a smile on his face. The strong line of his jaw was interrupted by a bandage and you winced. The worry you had felt when you had seen him take a fall on live television returned but Paz did not seem to notice it, instead he reached out his hand. You handed him your suitcase without a second thought, allowing yourself to admire his strong arms as he hefted it into the overhead compartment.
“Wanna have the window seat, love?”
“Yes, please.”
He took a seat right to you. The plane offered two seats on each side of the aisle, meaning that his bulk blocked you in, cutting you off from the excited chatter of the team around you. His right leg stretched out into the aisle and you sank into the soft seat, feeling safe and tucked away.
“How are you feeling?”
“I should be asking you that.”
“It’s just a scratch,” he shrugged, “I’ve had far worse.”
That didn’t make you feel better. You reached out, your hand softly cupping his bruised cheek. You did not like seeing him hurt but how could you say that to a man whose job was so physical? Paz’s eyes fluttered shut and he tilted his face into your palm, almost like a cat. Your thumb traced the bandage over his jaw, resisting the urge to press a kiss right there.
“I’m okay, omega,” his took your hand in his, settling it in his lap, “I promise.”
He kept his hold on your hand for the entirety of take-off. Once you had reached the travel altitude, the team members around you moved out of their seats. You frowned, watching as Berenson threw you a wink before making his way to the front of the plane with all the others.
Only Paz remained seated, your hand in his, and did not make any move to join his colleagues.
“Do you need to go too?” you asked him.
Paz just shook his head. “Coach called a post-game meeting but we agreed that I would have one-on-one later with him.”
“Oh, I see.”
Which meant you were all alone. No one was around you to listen in. And judging from the serious look on his face and the way his whole body turned towards you, that was exactly what he wanted.
“You said Chants told you about my parents.”
You nodded, gripping his hand tighter. “He did.”
“I … feel like maybe the dinner was a missed chance for me to clear the air,” he cleared his throat, “And I was hoping maybe I could take the time now to say something that I should have said much earlier.”
Your heart started to race again. This is it. This is it. This is it.
“My father was – is – a very talented man and for a long time, he was my icon. He pushed me to follow my dream of hockey and I will never forget how he took me to get my first second pair of skates. He was so proud, telling everyone in the store that I was going to be the next Boba Fett.” He paused, his teeth digging into his bottom lip and his eyes glazed over, like he was somewhere completely different. “He was also a very angry man. I didn’t notice it at first because I was so eager to make him proud that I often thought his anger was justified … but it was not. It took me a long time to realize that my mother was a very angry woman too. I can’t pretend to know what their relationship was like but I know she wasn’t treated the way she should have been treated and I think that, towards the end, she saw a lot of my father in me. The last words she said to me were the exact same words she said to my father. That I should never attempt to find an omega because all I would do was …” he swallowed harshly, “hurt them.”
“Paz …”
You wanted to say so much. You wanted to tell him that he wouldn’t hurt you, not again. That you could only imagine the hurt he must have felt as a child. Stars, you wanted to hug him.
The dark-haired man smiled slightly and shook his head. “I am not finished yet, love.”
A quick nod of yours later, your hands were in his lap again, entwining your fingers. He started playing with your hand, not meeting your gaze. You could feel the callouses on his fingertips as he started to trace the lines on your palm. His touch calmed you down and you got the impression that it rooted him as well.
“I carried my mother’s words with me for a long time. Longer than I should have, really. I – Din got me a place at a therapist just a few years agoand I worked through a lot of stuff regarding my father. You know, anger management, talking about feelings, admitting failure … all that jazz,” he shot you a dry smile, “I didn’t realize that I hadn’t worked through what my mother told me until I met you.”
His touch on your palm stopped and you froze.
“I can still see it,” his lips quirked up, “That game was a shitshow and all I wanted was to go home. And then Din called me over and I spotted you … the world froze. I saw you and I smelled you and I realized, I realized you were … you. You were to me what I was always so terrified of.” He lifted your hand to his lips and you watched with baited breath as he pressed a kiss on the back of your hand, “and instead of pulling you to me and scent you for all the world to see like I wanted to, I – I lashed out. I thought you would be safer and happier without me and I needed to just … nip it in the bud before you could see who you were to me.”
His words washed over you like warm honeyed tea and you savoured each and every word that left him. All this time you had thought that he didn’t reciprocate your feelings. That he just saw you as an annoying acquaintance that couldn’t control her crush on him when he was around. But now – hearing the truth – it became clear that his parents had hurt two people. Him and you.
“it was already too late by then,” you murmured, shifting as close to him as you could. The arm rest dug into your hip and Paz pushed it back, spreading his legs until he could drag you onto his thigh, pulling you into his lap. “It was too late,” you repeated against his cheek, “The moment I saw you I knew, I just wasn’t sure if you … I thought you didn’t feel it.”
“I am so so sorry, omega,” he rumbled, holding you even closer, “I hurt you and I should not have. I will spend my life making it up to you if you let me.”
It felt so surreal, Paz admitting that he had felt the same things at your first meeting. That he knew who you were to him, who he was to you. This could be a fresh start, one that you had been dreaming about and one that, from the feeling of his hands on your hips, you were already in.
“That sounds intriguing,” you teased him, brushing your lips over his jaw, “Tell me more.”
His hands gripped your hips tighter, pulling you against him until you had no choice but to wrap your arms around him. It put your face right in the crook of his neck and you took a deep breath.
“I want to take you out on a date,” he whispered in your ear, “I want to see you cheering for me in the stands and know that I was the one who invited you to the game. I want to take you ice skating and hold your hand the entire time. I want to be the one you come home to after work and tell me about your day. I want …” he sighed, “I want everything. And that scares me because I don’t know if I can ever be the type of man you want or deserve.”
“You don’t get it, do you?” you smiled at him, running the tip of your nose over his stubbly cheek and feeling like your heart was getting fuller by the minute, “There is no type of man that I want. I just want you.”
One large hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you in place so your foreheads touched. “You have no idea how happy you make me,” he whispered in the quiet space between your mouths.
You could not help yourself, rocking forward until your lips brushed his just for a brief moment. It was just to see, just to test the waters, you hadn’t been ready for the fireworks exploding in your chest, or his hand pulling you back against him for another kiss.
Where the first one had been brief and soft, the second was still gentle but much deeper. Goosebumps ran down your back as his mouth moved against yours, coaxing you open for him. Your hand flew to his chest, feeling his heart beat strong and fast under your palm, matching your own. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip and you squeezed your thighs, hot desire running through your veins.
“Come to my game next weekend,” he murmured against you, “I will get you the best seats in the house, whatever you want. I want to see you again, omega. Give me a chance to woo you.”
He didn’t have to ask you twice.
*
Playing for you again.
You smiled at your phone, the text message Paz had sent you just a few hours before still making your heart race as if you were about to meet him for the first time again. The game had been a rowdy affair again but you could not remember the last time you had so much fun. Paz had spotted you immediately, sending you a wink every time he skated past where you and Chants were sitting. He had not missed it once in the entire game and you could feel your cheeks burn from the cold and how much you had cheered for him.
Now you were standing in the hallway, watching player after player leave the locker room and make their way home.
“Vizsla is waiting for you inside,” Din told you, a knowing grin on his face, before greeting his fiancée with a kiss, “Better say hi.”
Better say hi, indeed.
The locker room was empty, though the evidence of its recent occupancy was clear in the humidity of the showers and the stench of all kinds of people mixing in the air. But you could not care about that when you saw your alpha leaning against the wall, freshly showered, with no shirt on.
“You’re wearing my jersey,” he greeted you, drying his hands on a towel. Water droplets were collecting at the end of his curls and his gaze was positively smouldering.
Your fingers played with the hem of the Vizsla jersey you had splurged on in the merch shop. It had taken only a bit of courage to actually make the purchase and Chants’ cheer when you had showed up in the dark blue and white shirt had convinced you to keep wearing it.
Paz’s dark eyes roaming over your body felt like a reward.
“Looks like I am.”
He pushed off the wall, slowly walking towards you. “Makes you look like you’re mine.”
Feeling like very voluntary prey under his gaze, you took a few steps back. “I’ve heard worse things.”
Paz did not stop his approach, forcing you backwards until you ended up against the cold metal of the locker. His proximity gave you a front row seat to the sight of his broad chest, the muscles hiding under a layer of fat and – a very familiar chain around his neck.
“That’s … mine,” you whispered, reaching up to play with the golden band hanging around his neck, “I got you that.”
“I didn’t take it off,” his voice was rough just before he ducked down to kiss you, “Not even once.”
The kiss was hotter than anything you could have dreamed about. His teeth on your bottom lip had you wrap your arms around him and it did not take long before his hand was on your thigh, lifting your leg around his waist. His kisses continued, making your breathless until all you could see, think, smell, feel was him.
Paz Vizsla had kept your chain. He had kept something you had given him before everything else had happened and it made your heart like it was flying out of your chest.
Opening your mouth for him had his tongue slip against yours and you gasped, wanting him closer. You could feel him, hard and heavy, against the apex of your thighs and you shivered with need. He was big, you had suspected as much, but feeling it for yourself had something short-circuit in your brain. You didn’t want to be wooed anymore.
Or maybe you did want to be wooed. But you also wanted to be fucked.
Your hips bucked, seeking the friction your clit so desperately ached for, but he pressed himself closer, grinding his erection against you and pinning you in place in the process. “I won’t fuck you here,” he rumbled while pressing his hips against yours, “I want to have you in my bed, ‘mega, somewhere soft, where I can take my time, where I can knot you and know you’ll sleep comfortably.”
“You can knot me here,” you breathed against his mouth before diving in for another kiss. Your fingers tangled in the soft hair at the nape of his neck and he growled – actually growled. The sound made your pussy clench and you tugged at his hair, being immediately rewarded with a snap of his hips.
“Not here,” he said, more to himself than to you, “Not when I am so out of control.”
“You’d never hurt me, Paz,” you assured him, cupping his cheek, “Never.”
He sighed against you and you could feel his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. You loved to see how affected he was by this, by you.
“I know,” he said, resting his forehead against yours, “I just – don’t want to risk it. Can’t risk it yet, love, not when it’s you.”
You nodded, looking in his eyes and trying to convey the trust you felt in him. He kissed you again, instead, slow and deep, and the feeling of him against you, unwilling to let you go, only made the wetness between your legs grow.
“You make me want to do crazy things,” you admitted in a whisper, “Please, I just need –“
He chuckled darkly, setting you down but not letting you go. Paz’s hands slipped under your jersey and you arched your back, loving the feeling of his dry hands against your skin. Everywhere he touched left a fire of want behind.
“I know you’d let me take you right here where anyone could walk in,” his hands came up to cup you through your bra, his thumb rubbing over your nipples through the lace,” and one day I just might have to show everyone how gorgeous you are for me. But today’s not that day. And tomorrow won’t be either.”
His fingers rolled your peaked nipples and you mewled, trying to rub against him again. A jeans-clad thigh slipped between your legs, raising you up and you gasped, standing up on your tiptoes while also grinding down against him.
“Now that I think about it I might never want to share you,” his nose brushed over your scent gland and your core tightened again, “Not if you’re this responsive for me, omega.”
Pleasure coursed through you and when the seam of your jeans caught on your clit just so, you could not help the outright moan that left you. “Paz, what if – oh stars, what if someone comes in?”
“Then I am very sorry to end their career early,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, “Because the only one who gets to see my omega come is me. Do you understand that, love? Tell me you understand.”
You could only bring out a jerky nod, your hip movements picking up. You felt hot all over, slippery, somehow, but Paz’s grip on you didn’t loosen.
“There we go,” Paz tugged on your nipples, the pleasurable pain shooting down your spine, “Come for me, love, come right on my thigh so I can carry your scent with me everywhere I go. C’mon, be a good omega for me.”
His thigh lifted, raising you off the ground, your entire weight resting on him and on the place where you were chasing your climax. And when his fingers pinched you, his teeth grazing over that sensitive patch of skin on your neck and his scent rose in your nose, you had no choice but fall over the cliff.
“Fuck!” you breathed out, your walls clenching around nothing as you rode on his thigh.
Paz laughed, happy and deep, “Good girl, coming apart so beautifully for me. Ride it out for me, sweetheart, let me see how good you feel, hm?”
Your head feel back against the metal door of the locker, your body bowing for him, arching into his touch. His fingers brushed over your chest, down your sides, caressing you through the after waves.
“Beautiful,” he whispered against you, kissing you softly before slipping his hands from under the jersey, “Now how about dinner?”
*
So there’s one thing I wanted to talk to you about
Do you want me to call? We’re just boarding now, I can find a quiet place.
No, it’s not that important
Everything you tell me is important.
Charmer
I am trying.
What did you want to talk about then?
My heat is coming. I know you said you wanted to woo me the old-fashioned way but I have been thinking and I want to spend my heat with you.
… Paz?
Do you have any idea how hard it is to hide a boner on a plane? Fuck, mega,
Don’t make me squirm
I am not. I am thinking about how to make you come, omega.
I take it you’re not insisting on dinner tonight, then?
Dinner’s cancelled, sweetheart, I want you waiting in my bed when I come home
*
“Fuck, I missed you,” Paz’s lips peppered kissed over your shoulder and you giggled when his stubble brushed over your sensitive neck, “This is exactly what I wanted to come home to.”
“A needy omega waiting in your bed?”
“No,” his hand gripped your chin, making you look at him, “You.”
He had come home just a few minutes after you had stumbled into his apartment – an apartment he had given you the key to after your second official date. Your heart still skipped a beat when you remembered how he had slid it across the table and told you “You will always have a home with me, ‘mega. It is important to me that you know that.”
Which is why it was so much more fun to lie in bed, waiting for him in your underwear while you were surrounded by the softest and most comfortable blankets and pillows. Paz’s entire bedroom was painted and styled in dark blue. The monochrome look was so him (a statement he had chuckled at when you had first told him) but it was also dark and moody, making you feel like you were shut off from the hectic of the outside world.
Now he was above you, wearing nothing but the most sinful looking grey sweatpants that did nothing to hide the growing bulge between his legs. The sight made you squirm, your skin feeling hot with want.
You had already started to feel feverish but your fidgeting was not connected to any doubts or fear. For the first time in your life you had someone who you felt safe enough to spend your heat with, someone you wanted to spend your heat with.
His eyes were soft and warm, looking at you so earnestly it made your heart and pussy melt.
“I missed you,” he repeated, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before his hands unclipped your bra, freeing you up for his gaze. His hands were rough and warm when he cupped your breasts, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples. Electricity shot through your entire body at the contact and he laughed, his fingers pinching your nipples until you arched your back, opening yourself up to more of his touches.
“I missed you too,” you mumbled back, reaching your arms out to touch him. You wanted to trace the lines of his tattoos and feel his skin move under your touch. You wanted to pull him closer and closer until there was nothing separating you anymore.
“No, omega,” his hand caught yours, encasing both your wrists and gently pushing them over your head until they were lying on the pillow. Leaning above you, holding you down, he looked so in charge it made your mouth water and your pussy even wetter. “I want to take my time with you.”
“Alpha, please, I need –“
“I know, I know,” he assured you with a wicked grin on his face, “Your heat is near, love, and you need someone to fill that pussy of yours. I promise, I will. Okay?”
You nodded, pouting up at him, “Okay.”
He was a sight for sore eyes, all broad and shielding you from the sunlight falling in through the window. He was so close, you were sure he could feel your heart pounding in your chest hard enough to make your stomach flip. The scent of pinewood filled your nostrils and you smiled at him, feeling calmer than ever at his presence. Paz leant down, kissing you again before trailing kisses down your neck, right to your chest.
“Leave your hands where they are or I’ll have to stop.”
You wanted to ask him what he meant to stop, but by then his hands had already ripped your panties to shred and were busy holding your legs apart. The callouses on his fingertips made the soft skin of your inner thighs feel extra sensitive and your legs twitched, trying to close from his gaze. Heath flushed your face and chest, you had never been looked at so intently by someone and the fire in Paz’s eyes gave no indication of him stopping.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as if to himself, his thumbs brushing over your thighs, “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
And then he dove in.
You weren’t prepared for the concert of sensation he would cause in you. One lick over your slit and your back arched off the mattress, a hint of teeth on your folds and he slipped your thighs over his shoulders, allowing him to press harder into you.
His tongue gathered your juices and you moaned, feeling the desire thrum through your veins. When he circled your clit, you saw stars at the edge of your vision, and then he sucked and it took every ounce of willpower you had to leave your hands on the pillows and not bury them in his hair, trying to pull him closer.
Paz groaned, the vibrations making you gush and you could feel his calloused fingers on your folds, spreading you wide open for him to plant open-mouthed kisses against you. His ministrations made you climb higher and higher, especially when his thumb came into the mix, steadily circling your clit while he sucked on you. “A-alpha, I’m … I think I’m ….”
“Come for me,” he looked up at you, the sight absolutely the stuff of dreams. Although you hadn’t touched him, his hair was all dishevelled and his eyes were a burning blue when he looked at you from between your thighs, his mouth against your clit. One large finger, much larger than one of your own, slid inside you and the slow stretched paired beautifully with his mouth on your clit.
So beautifully that, when his teeth grazed over your clit, you came apart on his tongue and fingers.
Paz let you ride out the waves on his finger, prolonging your pleasure when he pushed a second finger inside you. It was clear he was trying to be gentle, stretching you with his fingers slowly pushing in and out, massaging that spot that had your feet trembling.
Here you were, completely out of breath, and Paz was still hitting spots in you like he had barely gotten started.
“This is exactly what I dreamt about,” the alpha sat up, licking his lips. The sight was so sinful, you could feel yourself gushing again. “You’re delicious, sweetheart.”
Then his hands drifted to the waistband of his pants and you watched with baited breath as tattooed fingers pushed down his pants, revealing a very sizable erection. He was large and heavy, hanging between his legs like something out of a horror movie – or your wet dreams. You swallowed back your gasp at the sight of him but you could not help your core clenching in anticipation. Paz’s eyes fell to that exact spot.
“Look at that little pussy,” he rumbled smugly, one hand closing around his shaft, stroking himself, “All ready to get filled up, aren’t you?”
You nodded, not even trying to pretend like you were cool anymore. “Yes, please.”
“Always so polite,” he teased you. Free of his pants, he climbed back over you, his weight pushing you into the comfort of his bed. One hand found your wrists again, pushing them into the soft pillow. You spread your legs for him, urging him to get closer. Your heat made you feel like you would climb out of your skin unless he was inside you within the next thirty seconds. Thankfully, your alpha seemed to understand the direness of the situation.
Your alpha slotted himself between your legs, his shaft gliding over your folds. The touch already drove you crazy and he made it even worse, tapping the head of his cock over your clit again and again and again until –
“Paz!”
“Alright, alright, sweetheart.”
- he slowly pushed inside you. You took a deep breath, trying you best to accommodate his girth and size. Your walls fluttered around him, and you took another deep breath, relaxing around him.
“Stars, you’re a dream,” he grunted, his breath hot on your face, “So tight for me, sweetheart. Gotta open up, love, gotta let me in.”
You angled your knees, lifting them around his hips and he slipped in another inch, stealing your breath. One hand still held onto your wrists, keeping you unmoving while he sank in to you.
“Let me in,” he rumbled, his eyes never leaving yours, “Let me take care of you, mega, alright?”
All you could do was nod, stars and blackness dancing at the edge of your vision from how much pleasure – how much pressure – you felt. It was almost too much.
“’m bursting,” you whimpered, squeezing around him. Every ridge, every vein, you felt it all as he worked himself inside you. “Never been so full. I – I don’t know how – ”
Paz’s eyes darkened. “I know, sweetheart, I know you’re so full of me you don’t know what to do with all that cock. But you want to let me inside, don’t you? You want to know what it’s like to be knotted by your true mate, hm?”
The gentle tone of his voice stood in stark contrast to the filthy things he was describing but it was exactly what you wanted to hear. The thought of being knotted by him filled you with a whole new wave of want.
“Yes,” you rasped, clamping down on him, “Yes, I want that.”
Paz started to move, slow and careful, at first, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. You tried your best to show him that while he might stretch you to your limits, it was the best you had ever felt. Your skin tingled with pleasure and when your breaths turned into short gasps, your eyes hazy from all the sensation, Paz seemed to realize it too.
When he pushed inside you again, he used more force, his hips snapping against yours. His pubic bone ground against your clit and you swallowed back a moan. Noticing you holding back, Paz growled, grinding against you, hitting a spot so deep inside you, it both hurt and sent a thrill through you. It could have made you come on the spot.
“P-Paz,” your fingers tingled, desperate for getting a feel of him.
“Sh, you can take it,” he hushed you, his mouth gently brushing over your temple. He was leaning over you and you let your eyes roam over his naked chest, rippling muscles covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He smelled and looked divine and when you lifted your gaze, your eyes caught on the gold chain hanging around his strong neck.
He was still wearing it, even now, and your heart skipped a beat at the knowledge. He’d always had a soft spot for you.
Widening your legs, you offered yourself a view of him driving inside you. A view for the gods, really. There was something so erotic about watching his thick shaft, covered in your wetness, driving into you again and again.
“How’s it look?” he asked you darkly, “How does my thick cock look in you?”
“Good,” your cheeks heated with embarrassment, “It looks perfect, alpha.”
“That’s what I thought, now look back at me. Let me see those pretty eyes all glazed over cause you’re finally filled just the way you need, hm?”
Words left you and you could only nod. That’s when he picked up the pace, hitting that spot inside you and your clit over and over again.
Your body bowed, thrashing with pleasure, but Paz held steadfast. His rhythm did not stutter even once, consistently fucking into you until you were a babbling mess, crying out for him to please please please make me come.
His free hand wound between your bodies, his thumb circling your clit and it was just that light touch that finally sent you over the edge. This wasn’t your first orgasm by any means but somehow, it felt entirely new. Your body felt on fire, your muscles clenched from your jaw to your tiptoes, nothing but pleasure registering in your brain.
“Good job, omega,” he softly kissed your temple, “Keep coming for me. Doing such a good job, milking me for all I’m worth, sweetheart. Won’t have no choice but knot you soon, hm?”
The mention of him knotting you, tying himself to you figuratively and literally, made sparks shiver down your spine. Your hands clenched helplessly in his grasp, your climax drawn out by the images in your head. And yet, you couldn’t say anything, your mouth dry, your chest heaving from pleasure still. You opened your lips, hoping – praying – that he would understand what you wanted to say so desperately.
Paz’s grin was diabolical in the hottest way when he leant down so close that his lips brushed against yours “C’mon, use your words,” he encouraged you, his voice heavy, before he bit down on your bottom lip, “I know what you want but you gotta say it, love. I can’t fulfil your wishes if you don’t tell me about them.”
What a bastard.
Your annoyance unlocked something in you. “Knot me,” you whined, “Please please knot me, alpha. I want you to come inside me and – oh fuck, please.”
“So polite,” he nipped at your ear, his nose brushing over your scent gland. His hand let go of your wrists and his knuckles stroked over your cheek before he settled his palm at the base of your neck.
His fingers dug into your throat ever so gently, his thumb pressing into your scent gland and it was that little bit of stimulation that had your eyes roll back in your head as you came again. Fuck, would it be like this all the time? If so, you would never let him leave your bed.
Your tightness must have been what set him off because Paz moaned, a beautiful deep sound, and he pushed into you as far as your body would allow. You could feel him swelling at the base, his knot forming right where he entered you. No one had ever come inside you, but the feeling of his come shooting inside your walls was just oddly right. Like a puzzle piece that finally fit.
And the blissful look on his face made even the stretch at your entrance seem minimal because you made him feel like that. You were the one and he was the one who had made you see stars.
Paz’s weight settled on top of you, almost crushing you but somehow also keeping you tethered to reality. His head laid on the pillow next to yours, facing you. His fingers gingerly brushed over your scent gland, where his thumb had almost left a mark. “Shit, ‘mega, I’m sorry, I don’t know what –“
“Mate me.”
“What?”
“Mate me, please,” you whispered, your chest heaving with breaths. Everything had suddenly become so clear, you felt like when you were looking at him, you were looking at your future. You knew you were looking at your future. “Don’t make me beg, alpha, or wait. I know what I want and I want it with you and this feels … right. It feels right, just how it’s meant to be and if you’re going to tell me you can’t make me happy then I’ll tell you how you’re wrong and – oh!”
His teeth sunk into your flesh and you moaned. You wrapped your arms around his back, holding him close while his face was buried in your neck. You angled your knees, trying to give the bulk of his body more space. You could feel his bite drawing blood but, oddly enough, it did not hurt at all. In fact, it felt right.
It felt like you had spent your entire life underwater and now you were coming up through the surface, breathing in the fresh air and seeing the world clearly and in colour.
“Do it,” he murmured, his tongue laving at the wound on your neck, “Mark me, mega.”
You did not even question what he was talking about before your dug your teeth into his strong neck.
You both stayed like that, entwined with each other, heaving chests pressed together and completely out of breath. You could still feel him inside you, could still feel the new traces of the bond between you and your eyes stung with tears of joy. You had finally arrived somewhere you were always meant to go.
Paz gently rolled you both around until he was on his back and you were straddling him. You settled your cheek right on his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat under your ear.
A blanket fell over you, cocooning you in against his scent and warmth.
“I love you,” he rumbled, his fingers drawing patterns over your back, “Maybe I should’ve told you that before I marked you for everyone to see but it’s true. I love you, omega, and I will spend my life trying to be worthy of you.”
For the longest time, you were convinced that hearing these words from his mouth would absolutely exhilarate you. But the reality was you already knew he loved you. You sensed it in every word he directed at you, every touch, every smile he sent your way. Hearing him say it out loud filled you with long-awaited peace and satisfaction.
This was your true mate. This was the alpha you knew he would be.
“I love you too,” you whispered, your eyes already dropping closed from exhaustion. You could feel how your heat was satisfied for the moment, being filled by him and close to your alpha.
He kissed your hairline, his arms tightening around you. “Rest now, love,” he murmured against your forehead, “I will be here when you wake up.”
And you knew what he said was true: You would wake up in the arms of your true mate.
Title Inspired By: I'll Believe in Anything - Wolf Parade
