Chapter 358

Vivienne

I dream I’m swimming in paint.

Drifting across a canvas, weightless and free. Colors swirl around me—deep blues and soft golds, rich crimsons and pale pinks. The pigment is warm, almost alive, pulsing like a heartbeat. It’s a strange dream, but I’m not afraid.

I’m home.

In the oceans of pigment, I float. It surrounds me, engulfs me, fills my lungs and coats my skin. I breathe it in. It tastes like her.

More, I think. I need more.

I open my eyes.

The hotel room is dark, curtains drawn against the morning light.I turn my head.

She’s beside me, one hand tucked under her head, her eyes closed. Her breathing is slow, even, peaceful. The sheets are tangled around her legs, and her shirt has ridden up, exposing a sliver of her stomach.

I sniff her neck.

There it is—the source.

Her pheromones. They’re everywhere. In the sheets, in the air, in my lungs. I feel like I’m dreaming again, floating in that ocean of pigment. Her scent is color and warmth and home.

My skin feels too hot.

I get like this sometimes. The doctors say it’s normal for pregnant Omegas to have these flashes of mini-heat.

Whatever.

I think my Alpha is just extremely attractive.

And of course I want to be with her.

I watch her sleep. The rise and fall of her chest. The way her hand curls near my pillow, reaching for me even in unconsciousness. Her pheromones are everywhere—warm and dark and electric.

I lean down. Press my lips to her shoulder.

She doesn’t stir.

I kiss her neck. Her jaw. The corner of her mouth.

I shift in bed.

I sit up and toss my flimsy night dress off, I’m naked, and I look she’s still asleep.

I shove off the blanket, she still doesn’t wake up, I find her shorts and I shove them down. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Thank you morning hard on.

I scoot higher in bed, it’s a struggle with my stomach, but I do it and sit, on her hips, for a minute I try, placing my hand behind me, trying to get her inside me, but I’m clumsy.

I’m not usually like this, but I’m so anxious, and expectant, I just woke up, my body is heavy.

Her dick slips again for the 50th time.

Daphne laughs.

I turn my head.

And glare at her.

She’s looking at me, amused.

"You’re awake?" I say accusing.

"No, no don’t mind me." She says placing both hands underneath her head, the action makes her biceps pop, and her shirt ride higher.

I hate her, she’s so attractive.

"Since you’re awake, do your job as my alpha and please me." I say, and lean back, tired, she immediately brings up her knees, and my back rests against them.

"My job?" She says.

"Yeah, it’s in the alpha omega rules and regulations." I say.

"Wouldn’t want to break any rules." She says.

With that, her hands leave their spot behind her head.

One goes to my hip, her grip firm and possessive, while the other wraps around her cock, guiding it with an infuriating ease that I had been lacking.

Show off.

The thick, hot head presses against my slick entrance, and this time, there’s no slipping. With one slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she’s inside me.

My head falls back against her knees, a low moan escaping my lips.

"Finally," I breathe, the word a mix of relief and demand.

She falls back against the pillow.

"Better, my demanding omega?" She says.

"Hmmmnnn," I say leaning against her thighs.

"The shirt," I add on.

She looks at me amused and takes off her shirt anyway. The fabric is tossed aside, and now she’s completely bare beneath me.

The morning light catches on every ridge and plane of her torso. I look at the defined v-line, the hard ridges of her abs, the solid muscle of her chest, and I get angry.

It’s an irrational, burning frustration that she can be this perfect, this effortlessly beautiful. I lean forward and pinch her nipple, even her boobs are perfect, all firm and perky.

"Ow."

"What was that for?"

"You’re just too attractive sometimes." I say.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No."

"Yes."

"I don’t know, just shut up and fuck me."

Instead of moving me, she uses her hold to anchor herself as she begins to move from below.

The slow, deliberate roll of her hips and a sharp, powerful thrust that makes me gasp. She drives up into me, her cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes my toes curl.

"Oh," I cry out, my hands flying to her stomach to steady myself.

My palms press against the hard ridges of her abs, feeling them clench and flex with every movement.

She’s watching me, her dark eyes burning with intensity, a smug little smirk playing on her lips. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

She’s so arrogant, I roll my eyes.

As if reading my mind, she sets a punishing rhythm, her hips rising to meet me, her cock plunging deep with every stroke.

I’m completely at her mercy, perched on top of her but utterly dominated. My body rocks with her movements, my breasts bouncing with the force of her thrusts.

I close my eyes, and just sit there going along for the ride.

"My dear wife, seems like you’re enjoying yourself." She says.

I open one eye.

"Won’t you help me, and give me a show, touch your chest for me." She says, and I pause thinking about it.

I don’t usually feel anything when I do this myself only when she does, well I think about it, no harm in giving a show, if that’s what she likes.

I stabilize myself and hold my boobs and her eyes sparkle.

The smug smirk on her face melts away, replaced by raw, unadulterated lust.

I love that I have this effect on her.

I feel her get bigger inside me, swelling with her arousal.

"Like this?" I ask, my voice a little breathless. I experiment, rolling my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, mimicking the way she often does.

Her jaw twitches slightly. She’s close to losing it.

A faint spark of pleasure tingles through me, but it’s the sight of Daphne’s sharp inhale, the way her hips stutter for a moment, that truly ignites me.

My hands are not doing it for me the way her eyes are. The power in this moment is intoxicating. I’m the one on top, the one putting on the show, and she’s completely lost to it.

"Vivienne," she warns, her voice a low, strained growl. "Keep doing that and this is going to be over a lot faster than either of us wants."

Her threat only eggs me on. I see the flicker of desperation in her eyes, the way her self-control is hanging by a thread. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I release one breast, trailing my hand slowly down my own stomach, my eyes locked on hers the entire time. Her gaze follows my path, her breath catching in her throat.

"What’s wrong, my alpha?" I purr, my voice dripping with false innocence. "Losing your grip?"

Her answer is a guttural groan as she surges up, her mouth latching onto the breast I was just touching.

The wet heat of her tongue, the sharp sting of her teeth, is a thousand times more intense than my own fumbling touch.

I cry out, my hand flying to the back of her head, holding her to me as she sucks and nips, her other hand gripping my hip so tightly I think I’ll have bruises.

But even in her forcefulness, she’s conscious of my stomach between us, her hands guiding my hips with a care that contrasts with the raw power of her thrusts.

She never pushes too hard, never angles me in a way that would be uncomfortable.

I love her.

The thought hits me with the force of a physical blow, cutting through the haze of lust with a clarity that steals my breath. This is it. This is everything. The raw power and the gentle care, all wrapped up in the woman beneath me.

I need her to know.

I pull her head from my nipple with a rough tug on her hair.

She looks up at me, her eyes dark and wild with passion, a question in them. I answer it by crashing my mouth down on hers.

I pour everything I am into that kiss, hoping she can taste the depth of my feelings.

She responds instantly, her mouth softening against mine, the frantic energy of her movements calming into something deeper, more profound.

Her hands, which had been gripping my waist, slide up my back, one tangling in my hair while the other presses flat between my shoulder blades, holding me to her as if she never wants to let go.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, a mix of overwhelming emotion and intense pleasure.

"Daphne," I whisper.

"I know, Viv," she murmurs back, her voice thick with emotion. "I know."

I love her so much.

Her thumb finds my clit, rubbing tight, fast circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. That’s it.

She follows me over with a hoarse shout, her hips slamming up into me one last time as she pulses deep within me, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

I’m drifting in that ocean again, but this time it’s not just paint and pigment. It’s her. It’s the scent of her skin, the warmth of her body, the steady rhythm of her heart. It’s safety and home and a love so big it feels like it might swallow me whole.

And I let it. I let it engulf me, because I know, with a certainty that settles deep in my bones, that I am exactly where I am meant to be.