His Omega's Keeper

It turned out to be exactly what I needed. With a cry, my back arched and I began to come, waves of pleasure washing over me as Jake continued to lick and kiss and suck my pussy as he fingerfucked me until I saw stars and nearly fainted from the pleasure.

It was perfect…and yet deep inside, I still wished for something else…

THIRTY-FOUR

I don’t know how many times Jake made me come that night—I lost count after a while. I only know he was tireless in giving me pleasure. It was almost like he was trying to wear me out—maybe trying to satisfy my Heat Cycle without actually knotting me.

If that was his purpose, he succeeded—to a point. After he finally sat back for the last time, panting, his chin and lips shiny with my juices, I no longer felt the deep, aching void inside me. But there was still an ache in my heart when I looked at him—a deep yearning I had never felt for any other man before.

“Jake,” I murmured, reaching for him. “Come here—hold me for a while.”

“Do you feel satisfied, baby?” he asked, laying on the bed beside me and taking me in his arms. “Was it enough?”

“It was,” I assured him and then kissed him. I could taste myself on his mouth and soon Jake was kissing me back, passionately, running his big, warm hands all over my body and making me feel hot and bothered all over again.

“Jake…” I moaned, between breathless kisses. “Make love to me, please.”

He pulled away, frowning.

“Ani, you know I can’t do that.”

“You don’t have to knot me,” I said quickly. “Just fill me up. Please—I’ve been feeling so empty inside.”

He shook his head.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t—I can never do that again,” he said gently. “Filling you like that is wrong. And besides, it will spread my scent all over you and our parents would know what’s been going on.”

“Nothing’s been going on up until now and it’s been driving me crazy,” I protested. “Jake, what if…” I stopped, not sure if I should go on.

“What if what, baby?” he asked, frowning.

“What if we ran away together?” I asked in a rush, deciding to risk it all. “I mean, to someplace our parents could never find us? We could make a whole new life in a place where nobody knew us. We could—”

But Jake was already shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, Ani, but we can’t do that,” he said gently and there was a regretful look on his face.

“Why not?” I asked. “Is it because you don’t really feel anything for me? Because I know we said we were just acting back in the attic, but I can’t help myself, Jake—I have feelings for you! And it’s not just a crush or an emotional attachment because you’re the one who took my virginity or even trauma bonding because of what we went through together. It’s none of those things—it’s real and it’s true and it’s…” I wound down because he was shaking his head, a sad look in his eyes.

“We can’t do it because it’s wrong,” he repeated gently. “If we hadn’t been through the Blood-Mingling Adoption ceremony, the two of us running off together might be defensible. But it’s just not—I’m your brother!”

“I don’t see it that way!” I argued. “There’s no blood relationship between us!”

He ran a hand through his hair.

“Yes there is. The droplets of blood we mingled during the ceremony—”

“Don’t mean anything to me!” I exclaimed, starting to cry, though I really didn’t want to. “Just like I don’t mean anything to you. That blood mingling shit is just an excuse for you to keep from any kind of commitment—admit it!”

“That’s not true. Ani, look at me…” He took my face in his hands, looking intently into my eyes. “Ani,” he said softly. “I have feelings for you, too.”

“What?” I whispered through my tears. “Jake…what are you saying?”

“I said, I have feelings for you. Strong feelings.” Gently, he brushed the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. “And not only that, I think you’re my Fated Mate.”

“How…how would you know that?” I whispered.

“You could hear my voice when I was in my fur form,” he said simply. “That would be impossible unless we were fated to be together.”

“But…but then why can’t we run away?” I begged softly. “That stupid ceremony—”

“Is a binding contract,” Jake finished for me, sadly. “I’m sorry, baby, but I just can’t go against everything I’ve ever believed is true and right. I can promise you I’ll never bond another female to me,” he added. “If I can’t have you—and I can’t—then I don’t want anyone.”

“I feel the same way!” I whispered. “Oh, Jake, if only you could just get over that stupid ceremony!”

“Try to understand, baby,” he said earnestly. “It would be like running away to get married and have kids with my own little sister. Because you know if we left together, I would eventually knot you.”