Chapter Fifty Eight

Chapter Fifty Eight
Lincoln

Finally.

Finally he was completely mine.

But not just that. I have a son. My own child. A little boy from my own flesh. The Besson blood flowing in his veins.

It was all still whirling crazy in my brain. I still wanted to know how it happened. What Elliot went through when I couldn’t be there for him. I wanted to know everything about Cyan. But right now, I was solely focused on the mother of my child.

Holy shit. The mother of my child.

I still couldn’t comprehend that Elliot, the love of my life, the purpose of my entire existence, had given me something I never thought I would ever have. That he would ever be allowed to give me. I had accepted not having children long ago, believing all this time that he was a Beta. I didn’t plan to be with anyone else. And to be honest adoption was never even thought of.

But for him I was willing to give him anything if that’s what he wanted.

“If we start this, there’s no telling when I’ll be able to stop.” I warn him as I lick the side of his neck up to his ear, popping the lobe right into my mouth and sucking gently.

He whimpers while his entire body shivers under me. It’s been six years for me too. He has no idea that the last time I was intimate was the night in that hotel room where apparently I left him with just more than my touch.

“I don’t want you too stop.” He roughly whispers before slamming his lips on mine in a heated kiss.

And I was lost. So lost that I didn’t care that the doors were left unlocked, that the house was full of people and that our son was patiently waiting for us downstairs somewhere. Lost to the point where I just didn’t care. All that mattered to me in this moment was my Elli.

Because he was finally in my grasp to where nothing and no one can hold us back any longer.

I wanted to take my time. But six years was enough for us to be too inpatient with one another as we quickly discarded our clothes in a frenzy, trying hard to keep our lips intact while moving in all angles to get rid of them. As soon as I pull his long sleeve over his head, baring his body to my view I stall to see the necklace plop back down on his chest that he kept hidden underneath. I stare at it in disbelief before the overwhelming joy spears my heart. Gently taking the object I tenderly rub my thumb across the smooth texture.

“You still have it.” I breathlessly state.

Gently placing his hand over mine he leans into me a little, whispering, “Of course I do. You gave it to me, why would I ever get rid of it?”

“You’re wearing it.”

“I wear it everyday since the beginning.”

“I don’t remember you having it at Albert’s wedding.” I question, trying to remember if he had it back then.

“I wasn’t allowed to. We weren’t allowed to wear any kind of jewelry at the events while working. It was a rule. Trust me, I always felt naked without it during that job.”

Staring at the crystalized memento I gave him, I realized that in this moment nothing could make me more whole then seeing this right here. I moved away from him, watching a frown crease his brows. Walking to the wall where the picture of my family resided I click something behind the frame and swing it open to reveal a locked safe. Quickly putting in the passcode I open it and pull out a black box. Bringing it over to him, seeing him standing there, leaning against the desk in all his naked glory, manhood standing just as proud as mine, I hand it to him.

“What’s this?” He asks, feeling the soft velvet covering.

“Open it.”

He looks up to me with a small smile. I watch him carefully lift the lid and his breath catches at what he finds inside. “You still have yours too.” He whispers, pulling my half of the necklace out, the crystals catching the light from the window.

“Of course I do. It’s our stone, why would I ever get rid of it?” I say back.

He puts the box on the desk and unclasp the chain. Softly he puts it around my neck and clasps it back. We stood there together, both boldly naked and unashamed, wearing nothing but the halved stones around our necks.

“We used to wear nothing but these while making love when we were fifteen. I think it’s time we start doing that again.” He whispers before gently placing his lips back on mine.

The frenzy urgency flew away replaced by a careful calmness that neither of us could ignore. Nipping at his lips, softly roving my palm on his skin while tenderly stroking my fingers through his hair, everything about this was absolutely perfect. For years I made myself believe I didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve him. But no amount of convincing myself ever stopped Elliot from forcing me to realize that what I needed most was him.

He made me happy. He brought nothing but joy, comfort and most of all love. He alone was the only person in this universe who ever showed me nothing but kindness and compassion where I clung to him like an octopus clinging for dear life. He is and always will be my safe place, my solace, my home.

And I couldn’t imagine ever living a life without him.

I plop him on my desk and lean him back down. Instantly he wraps his legs around my waist, the touching of our members sent shocking waves through my entire body, and I wanted nothing but to bury myself in his warmth. Kissing him deeply, I go to get him ready for my invasion, because the last thing I want to do is hurt him. But when I touch his taint I was pleasantly surprised he was already quite wet with slick. Learning he was an Omega was still a mindfuck for me and will take time in getting used too. Lining myself up with him I slowly begin penetrating.

And holy shit he was tight.

Even with the slick he was producing, it was a tight fit. He catches his breath, stiffening just a little. I stare into his eyes that were glazed over, slightly turning a brighter shade of green I have never seen them do. They were beautiful and trancing. I push in a little further making him moan while he closed those eyes in pure bliss. The feeling of him made me shiver in pleasure and I was afraid I was going to lose control from it. Then I caught something in my nose. A gentle sweetness that reminded me of Lilac and green notes, something I had always associated with him because it was the main plants grown on my property.

But Elliot hasn’t gardened in years. I come closer, pushing in a little more as I inhale the scent that was coming from him. It was on his skin, in his pores, in his bloodstream and I instantly knew what this was.

His pheromones.

And the fact he was producing them as we were making love, the fact that I could smell them so easily drove me absolutely wild. Without thought I slammed into him completely ripping a startled cry from his lips and before I knew what I was doing I leaked my own pheromones out even more than before and pounded into him hard causing his body to jerk against the desk.

“O-Oh my G-God!” Elliot cries out in pleasure, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he hangs onto me tightly.

Six years was a long time. Without realizing it, we both held pent up desire, pent up pheromones that both needed to be released. My ruts were infrequent and constant because I didn’t have a way to extract what I needed. Elliot was a late bloomer, barely producing anything and I doubt he even had a true heat before. And with all that combined it was like our bodies reacted on their own as pheromones released in the air completely unfiltered and unabandoned.

His heat manifested in moments and once I felt his compliance, his desperation of needing to be claimed, I took it without hesitation.

He cries out in pain instantly, stiffening in my embrace as I knot for the first time ever in my life.