Tethered Epilogue
Livia
The wind was biting, making me miss the thick heat of summer. But fall was quickly upon us, with winter right around the corner.
“I won’t be able to escort you to the packhouse tomorrow,” Jacks said as he walked slowly next to me.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, suddenly a little worried. Jacks had been mine and Elora’s escort just about every day for the last few months.
“Everything is fine, ma’am.” He gave me a bashful smile. It was sweet, making the big blond alpha look especially young despite his stubble and the deep scars along his chest.
“Karlin’s…” his voice dropped to a whisper, “His heat is near.”
I quickly nodded, letting him know he didn’t have to continue. “I will let Bronwyn know,” I said, trying to hide my smile. “He can arrive at work a little later for a few days to escort me.”
Jacks nodded at his feet, the blush in his cheeks traveling down his thick neck. “I’ll wait here, ma’am.” He stopped a few feet from the porch, waiting for me to enter my home.
My heart quickened as I realized there was a fire blazing inside and lights on in the kitchen. Bronwyn was home!
“Thank you, Alpha Jacks.” I bowed to the guard before disappearing into my cozy home.
Bronwyn’s scent of oak and whiskey warmed my chest as I unbuttoned my jacket and draped it over the back of the couch. I did not miss the old days when all we had was the worn armchair. We finally had a complete home and were finally able to invite friends and family over for a proper dinner.
“Omega?” Bronwyn’s deep voice drifted from the kitchen.
“I’m home,” I yelled, smoothing down the front of my pink cotton dress. I was thankful for wool stockings. Otherwise, my legs would have frozen today, but I just adored dresses too much, even at this time of year.
“How was your day?” Bronwyn turned as I stepped into the kitchen. He stood shirtless at the stove, frying up some deer steaks and what smelled like potatoes. It instantly made me smile.
“It was very good, but it’s even better now that I’m home.” I walked up behind him, circling my arms around his thick waist. I pressed my face between his shoulder blades, inhaling deeply.
“Your nose is freezing.” He chuckled deep in his chest, smoothing one big hand over mine.
“I need to be warmed up.” I pressed a quick kiss to his spine.
“Yeah?” Bronwyn pushed the pan off the flame, then turned, facing me. “I can help with that.” He cupped my face, covering my cheeks completely with his big hands. “I may be a shit cook, but warming omegas is my specialty.”
“I like your cooking!” I immediately protested. It was true. I was proud of all the dishes my sweet alpha had learned to cook in the last few months.
The corner of Bronwyn's eyes crinkled as he laughed, placing a quick kiss on my nose. “I appreciate the compliment, but we both know that we only clear our plates on the days you cook.”
I smiled wide, not wanting to admit his point. After all, there weren’t many alphas that would offer to leave work early a few days a week to cook for their omega. Most would consider that kind of housework as beneath their status. But not my big, wonderful mate. He was eager to help out when he could, especially now that I was on the Luna’s main council.
“I heard Elora went into labor.” Bronwyn turned the knob on the stove, putting out the flame.
I quickly nodded, smiling wide. “It’s a boy. They named him Ceril,” I beamed. “Dell sent a note to Luna Emmy first thing this morning. Apparently, Elora labored fast and hard and had the pup in only three hours’ time.”
“Is that fast?” Bronwyn’s brows raised, clearly not having a clue.
“Very,” I snorted. “I hope my labor goes just as quickly.”
My mate’s eyes widened as he wrapped me up in his arms, hugging me close. “Is there something you need to tell me?” he asked, smoothing one hand over my middle. “Do we—”
“I’m not pregnant,” I said through a giggle.
“Do you want to be?” He moved his hands down the curve of my back and over my bottom, squeezing my cheeks hard. It instantly made my wolf purr and my clit throb.
“What about dinner?” I bit my bottom lip, not really caring about it, but nothing got Bronwyn more worked up than resisting him. At least, at first. “Shouldn’t we eat first?”
“I will definitely be eating.” He dipped his head, placing firm, lingering kisses along my mating bite.
“But what if I’m hungry?” I moaned, moving my head to one side to give him better access.
“I’ve got something you can put in that pretty mouth,” Bronwyn growled, nipping at my earlobe. My thighs instinctively clenched as slick began to gather.
“Alpha,” I whispered, my voice soft and husky.
In one fierce movement, Bronwyn gripped the back of my thighs and then lifted me, forcing my legs on either side of his broad hips. His hard member pressed right up between us, pushing against my wet core.
He moved, carrying me through the house and up the stairs, straight to my pretty nest. I had a proper one in one of the guest rooms downstairs, but I couldn’t bring myself to talk dirty to my mate there. That nest was for heats and restless nights when I needed extra love. Our bed was where I got to tease and torment my alpha with all kinds of inappropriate words.
“Are you going to stuff that big cock inside of me?” I purred in Bronwyn’s ear. His cock twitched between us, thick and long. “Are you going to make me beg for it?”
“You dirty, little thing,” he chuckled, laying me on my back. He smoothed a hand over the bodice of my dress, feeling my chest and stomach. “When have I ever made you beg?”
I immediately raised my arms over my head and arched my back, teasing him with a dark and flirty glare. “Maybe you should beg me.”
Bronwyn’s dark brow hitched upward as a smile lifted one side of his tempting lips. “You want me to beg?” He gripped the bottom of my dress, then jerked it up and over my head in one hard tug. It made my breath catch as I wasn’t used to him undressing me so forcefully. Bronwyn liked to unwrap me at the end of the day. Take his time teasing and tempting me. But this was exciting. “You want me to cry out for your touch?” He leaned down and swiped his tongue from my belly button and up between my breasts.
I lifted, hoping my mate would remove my brassier, but he simply sat back up, looking down at me with his dark hazel eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered, rubbing the inside of my thighs against his waist. My gray wool socks were soft, but I was softer, and I wanted him to take them off so he could really feel me.
“Nothing is wrong, my sweet omega.” Bron moved his hand up between my breasts, feeling my white, lacey bra. He palmed each mound, teasing my nipples through the soft fabric. “I can smell how wet you are.” His dark eyes trailed down my body, pausing at the apex of my thighs. “Look at all that slick making a mess of your leggings.” He pressed his palm flat against the mound of my pussy, and my hips lifted, needing more friction.
“Alpha,” I moaned, rubbing my sex against his hand. It felt so good, but it wasn’t what I needed. I needed him inside me, stretching me, fucking into me like there was no tomorrow. “More.”
“Almost,” he narrowed his dark eyes, then cocked his head to one side, “But not quite.”
I shook my head, not understanding and growing more frustrated by the second. Why hadn’t he undressed me yet? Why was he still wearing his pants.
“What’s wrong?” I asked again, feeling more and more needy by the second.
Slowly, Bronwyn leaned down, hovering his mouth just over mine. Then a slow spreading smile consumed his face. “Beg,” he smirked. “Fucking beg me, Livia.”
Bronwyn
Soft confusion filled Livia’s pretty brown eyes. But then it quickly shifted, burning bright with a delicious fire. It made my wolf pant with desire.
“Beg you?” she snarled, running her nails up my arms and to my shoulders.
“Yes,” I teased her, loving how angry she looked. Her strawberry-blonde hair flared copper, and her eyes flashed. “Beg me.”
Letting out an angry little growl, Livia shoved hard at my chest, and I moved for her, falling onto my back. My fiery omega pounced on top of me, straddling my hips and baring her tiny omega teeth—the front two adorably overlapped.
“You’re going to be begging me before this is over,” Livia snarled, grabbing my wrist and pinning them over my head.
It took everything in me not to smile.
“Go on.” I lifted my hips, pressing my hard cock right up against her soaking-wet sex. “Take what you want, omega.”
The smell of my mate’s sweet slick filled the room as she sat up, unhooking her brassiere and flinging it away. Her small tits pointed up, urging me to lick and suck her tight nipples, but I stayed where I was, letting her have her fun.
“Pants.” Livia jerked at my waistband. I quickly obeyed her unspoken command, releasing my belt, then pushing them down. She lifted slightly, pushing my pants down and off my feet.
“Are you keeping these on?” I smoothed my hands up her wool leggings right to the wet spot at the front. She was dripping with arousal, making my mouth water. She had a taste like no other—spicy cinnamon and soft vanilla. It was downright addicting.
“Do you want them off?” Livia rolled her hips over my cock, rubbing the once-soft fabric over my shaft. Her slick made them rough and a bit scratchy, but I wasn’t about to complain. It felt weirdly good.
“Show me that pretty cunt,” I whispered, gripping her ass and forcing her to grind down harder on me.
“Almost,” Livia smirked as she grabbed her tits, pushing her pointed nipples at me. Then she dropped her voice to a sexy whisper, “But not quite.”
I gripped her hips hard, forcing her to stop. “Don’t you dare,” I warned her, knowing full well what she was about to say.
“Beg.”
My wolf let out a frustrated snarl, and my hands moved of their own free will. I gripped the front of her wet leggings. Then pushed my fingers into the strong fabric, threading them apart. Slowly, the gray fabric gave away, ripping from the waistband all down the front, exposing my omega’s pretty pussy.
It glistened, so pink and slightly swollen from rubbing against me. I immediately searched out her clit with my thumb, then rubbed a gentle circle around it. Livia’s head fell back as her pussy lips hugged my shaft, getting herself off with each roll of her hips.
“Bron,” she mewled my name, and my beast roared. “I’m going to come!’
Unable to wait one more second, I grabbed my mate’s waist and rolled us, pinning her small body beneath me. Despite the look of shock on her face, her legs still instinctively fell open, urging me to take her. But I needed a taste first.
Settling between her legs, I immediately began sucking and lapping and kissing her swollen clit. It was hard with desire, making even more slick push from her entrance, filling my mouth and coating my beard.
Livia’s thighs began to shake as they closed around my head---squeezing either side of my face as I continued to fuck her with my tongue. Her orgasm was intense and loud, her screams echoing off the walls and through the floors. My beast licked his fangs, pleased. But my cock twitched and leaked, needing more.
Slowly, Livia’s orgasm receded. Her legs released my face, and her arms fell limp against her sides. She was spent, but I wasn’t.
Not bothering to be gentle, I reared up and gripped my omega’s waist. Then I slammed into her, filling her in one fierce thrust. Livia’s eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open with a silent scream, but she didn’t move otherwise, too spent.
I fucked into her small body, pushing her further and further up her nest to the headboard. Jerky little breaths pushed from Livia’s throat as I took her, fucking her deep and hard. Then she tipped her head back and let out another loud scream just as her pussy clenched hard around my shaft. Her second orgasm was just as loud, but this time her nails flew to my back, racking hard down my shoulders.
My balls tightened, and the tingle in the base of my spine grew with my knot. The base of my cock expanded like a fist as I thrust hard, popping it right into her tight little pussy. Livia keened and whimpered as rope after rope of my hot cum burst from my shaft. It mixed her with sweet slick, pushing up and around my knot, covering both of us in the sticky fluids.
“Fuck,” I panted, nuzzling against the crook of Livia’s neck. “You are too fucking good.” I hummed, lapping gently at her mating bite. Her soft perfume coated my tongue, making my heart settle and my beast purr.
“This is why I don’t finish my food when you cook,” Livia whispered, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
“Because I always burn it?” I kissed just beneath her ear.
“Because you always fuck me into oblivion before I get a chance to eat, and all I want to do is sleep.” She let out a long yawn, opening her mouth wide and scrunching up her pretty face. It made my knot twitch inside her, and she hissed, then groaned. Obviously, a bit uncomfortable.
“Sleep.” I rolled us carefully so she rested on top of me. “I’ll find you some fruit or bread once you wake up.” I kissed the top of her head.
Livia let out a soft little hum before nuzzling against my chest. And her soft breath evened out as she drifted off to sleep.
My sweet omega was so damn tired, and she had every right to be. She worked hard for our pack, providing help at every chance she got and standing proudly by my side at every pack festival or event. She was one hell of an omega, and she was all mine.
Mine.
