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The feel of her voluptuous round bottom bouncing on his thighs as her center clenched around his member was about to push him over the edge……..again.
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After the wedding debacle where he froze in front of his bride, the queen and the archbishop, Anthony could have sworn that Ms. Kathani Sharma had to be the Omega he was meant to spend his life with. Even his mother was in agreement. Just this morning he woke up with the clear mission of convincing her to marry him.
He attended the Featherington Ball searching the crowds for those expressive brown eyes. The evening wore on with their verbal sparring drawing him in and for a split second he thought to himself This is it. Anthony slipped his hand into his coat searching for the delicate ring box with the question on the tip of his tongue when he caught a whiff of the sweetest scent.
An unexpected combination of lilac and sage that grew so strong that for a moment he forgot where he was and what he was doing. Anthony wandered away in a daze until he found himself in front of Bridgerton house. The butler promptly opened the door and moved aside to let him in. He froze as the scent became pungent, drawing him to his study where he slowly opened the door.
The last thing he expected to find was little Penelope Featherington, quill in hand, bent over his desk. She was wearing a navy wool coat that had seen better days and what appeared to be a maid’s uniform underneath.
It didn’t match the Featherington nor the Bridgerton staff…his mind too foggy to make heads or tales of the storm brewing within him.
“You!” He exclaimed.
Anthony could see that she had been crying as soon as she looked up. Her eyes were red rimmed and her lower lip would not stop quivering. He stalked over to her and gripped her shoulders tightly. “Who did this to you?” His thumbs digging deeply into her flesh. “Answer me. Why are you so upset?”
Penelope collapsed into his arms allowing herself to be engulfed by his distinctive scent of bergamot and blooming tobacco flowers. Penelope cries slowed down as the slick began to glide down her thighs.
“Dear god…” He moaned.
“My lord?” Penelope whimpered. Anthony could feel her body responding to his. Her hands began to roam his broad chest and work their way towards his even broader shoulders. “It’s you Penelope. Why couldn’t I scent you before? How have you been hiding from me?”
Penelope wanted to explain that she had been unwittingly taking suppressants. Portia had been slipping them into her tea for years trying keep her from finding a mate, so that she would end up a spinster and keep Lady Featherington company in her old age. Penelope had only recently discovered the deception and had stopped taking them a week ago in the hopes that Colin would realize that they were meant to be. But she had yet to enter her first heat and therefore her scent had remained hidden.
Then tonight she suffered her worst nightmare. Colin Bridgerton announced to a group of cads that he would never court Penelope Featherington ‘not in your wildest fantasies, Fife.” The ball was nearing it’s end so she snuck into the Viscount’s private study to write her latest Lady Whistledown column when she felt the stirrings of her first heat. It was exactly as her sisters had described. A sudden cramping in her womb with, slick dripping from her center, and a loss of focus.
Penelope wasn’t sure if it was the emotional devastation or the fact that this room was filled with the scent of an Alpha in his prime. Or maybe both. Either way she felt the first cramps deep in her belly fold her torso in half. That was when the door was swung open and the Viscount stepped in smelling dangerously delicious. The way his fingers dug into her soft flesh should have been terrifying but instead she found it alluring.
She felt another wave of pain rack her body so Penelope buried her face further into his chest so she could take in more of his soothing scent.
Then it struck her. The understanding of what needed to happen next. She pushed him away startling him. Instead of answering his questions as they were no longer relevant to her, she gave him a wicked grin. “Chase……me…...” She grabbed her skirts to pull them up and turned her body away from him. “My lord.” Her Omega purred.
Penelope quickly maneuvered around his desk and ran out the door. Her instincts were to find a safe space for him to trap her. They both knew that he didn’t need to try very hard at catching her. Yes…catching her was important…..but the chase was what they really wanted. No. It was what they needed.
His body was vibrating with anticipation but Anthony chose to indulge in this foreplay and gave her a much needed head start.
As her scent drifted away and the lust fog lifted a little, Anthony thought about the ball and how he left Kate without a word. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel guilty for his leaving her but Penelope’s spell had woven it’s way into his marrow. Ms. Sharma would understand that you cannot fight fate.
“My lord…” Penelope’s Omega voice teased from the landing. Anthony quickly forgot everything else and ran. His heavy footfalls lead him out of the study and into the grand entrance. A giggle traveled down the corridor, taunting him. His body hunched over trying to stalk his prey…to pick up her scent. At first he ran and when he couldn’t find her he began to scent the air. As it turned out this was not going to be the easy hunt he had expected.
The problem was that Penelope had been in every corner of that damned house and her scent no matter how fleeting had permeated every surface. The large drawing room, the family’s private drawing room…It didn’t matter where he went. She was everywhere and nowhere. He finally entered one of the small secondary studies through the southern doorway when he saw her close to the northern doorway. She laughingly teased. “In here?”
He hotly shook his head.
“I suppose there is a better place for us.” She replied and then ran out. Penelope found the doorway to his bedchambers, while he stood further down the hall. “Do you know what happens now little mouse?” He asked.
Their scents combined, filling the space.
“No exactly.” She replied nervously. “But….I have heard things.”
“You’ve heard things…” He hummed appreciatively. “Have you sampled……anything?” Anthony had intended for his tone to sound seductive and instead came across possessive.
The mere idea that another Alpha had touched his mate angered him.
“No.” She said while untying her coat. Her luxurious hair unbound, framing her round face.
“Good.” Anthony growled, stalking forward to push the coat off her shoulders. He lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was firm as his tongue tangled with hers. He knew it was her first kiss and should be as gentle and romantic as she was. But he could feel the adventurer hiding beneath her genteel layer. He was unsure about how to unearth it.
Her moans grew louder in response as her full lips chased his. Anthony had not expected for her to match his boldness with each touch. He walked her back towards his bed, his lips never leaving hers.
One of the beta footmen closed the door gently behind them, muttering. “Bridgertons in a rut are dangerous.”
Anthony was normally care about the staff’s impression of him but at the moment his entire focus was on his hands grasping at every curve he could find. Thankfully his mate had plenty of them.
He pulled away long enough to remove his shoes and socks all the while Penelope watched him with her eyes glowing red. He grew impatient with his slow progress and tore at his clothes until the fabric was left in tatters on the ground. His naked form stalked closer to her wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, Anthony pulled her closer until she was on her toes. “Tonight we will do everything.” His kisses grew more desperate as his grip tightened.
His hand transformed into a claw so he could tear at the ties in the front of her uniform. Her large breasts bounced, no longer bound. He picked her up and threw her on the bed.
The skirt flaring out and her breasts begging for his attention. She squeaked in surprise.
Prey. He thought to himself.
Anthony climbed over her with his thick hardened cock’s tip glistening. Holding himself up with one hand he used the other to ruck up her skirts, enjoying the feel of her damp stockings. His smirk held a deadly promise.
“Are you ready for me?” He asked as his long fingers found her wet folds and began to tease her. He refused to give her a reprieve from her heat no matter how desperately she needed it.
“It feels like you are.” Anthony let her get lost in his kiss as he slid one finger into her. She moaned into his mouth and then he slid a second finger.
Pumping them in and out of her as his lips traveled down her neck focusing on her collarbone. Once he can feel her tightening around his fingers, Anthony begin to scissor them to open her up.
“Oh! My lord!” She cries out as her first orgasm barrels through her. Penelope arches her back thrusting her breasts into him.
“That’s a good girl.” He praises her, his words reverberating through her breastbone.
He lets his forehead drop onto her chest as he works her through the after shocks.
“I am going to fuck you…well…and good…and often.” His Alpha voice slipping through.
Slick drips onto his wrist as he speaks. His Omega clearly likes being talked to this way. He pulls his wet fingers out and finishes tugging her out of the uniform. She is now left in her soft blue stockings and matching ribbons. The color darkened by her slick. Anthony gently caresses the lace tops of the fabric. Then works his way towards her stomach, palming it as he whispers. “I am going to keep you round and bred.”
She mewls loudly as another cramp overtakes her. “It’s going to be alright my sweet girl. I am going to fill you with my cock and soothe you with my spend.”
Penelope has never heard such language even with her experience as Whistledown. He slots his torso more firmly between her legs. “I can’t wait for you to take my knot.” She shudders in response.
Anthony lines himself rubbing his member against her wet center then starts to press his cock head through her slit. He watches her carefully. Studying each reaction to his member sliding in. From the furrow of her brow to the slight opening of her mouth. He takes in how her breathing picks up, more slick gushes from her. She is so unbelievably tight that he has a moment’s hesitation but he trusts that they are meant for each other and her body his meant to take all of him.
“That’s it. Take it.” He slides in further.
“Keeping taking it.” His Alpha voice commanding her body.
Penelope is unable to stop herself from relaxing her inner muscles, allowing more of him to enter her. She rolls her hips upward encouraging his movements. He feels the final barrier and takes a deep breath. “Just take a little more.” Anthony leans down to give her a deep and nurturing kiss, to reassure her that he can be trusted.
Just as her body relaxing in his hold, he pushes forward hard enough to breech her maidenhead, making their hips flush against each other. Her body tenses and she digs her nails into his back.
Their eyes meet as he begins to thrust into her, pulling back far enough to let the cool air touch his wet shaft and then plunges back in. At first his movements are long and steady until he hears her Omega voice beg him. “I need more. Please.”
His Alpha howls in response. Her Omega can hear the faint sound in her mind. She remembers having read the lore that this was a sign that they were fated mates. Anthony needed to take care of his mate and obliged by pistoning his hips until she begins to clench around him.
Her spasms trigger his own orgasm and his knot starts to form.
Anthony had always harbored fears that his mate would not be able to take such a large knot. Harlots used to share tales of other Alphas with similar girths trying to knot them and how painful it was. However he had never intended to knot any other Omega as this was such an intimate act, and he was supposed to save the experience for his mate. At least that was what his father had taught him.
His spend coating her insides triggered smaller after shocks. Anthony kept thrusting as his knot continued to expand.
Penelope’s brow furrowed and she began to sweat at the intrusion so he whispered praise close enough that goosebumps erupted on her skin.
“You are doing so well.”
“I know you can take my knot.”
“You were made for me. I was made for you.”
“My title. My wealth. My body..Ugh!” The promises spilling from his lips.
“My cock. My spend.” He grunted.
“My knot….it’s all yours….for you. Only you.”
His words continued to flow over. “Open up my sweet girl.”
He growled in her ear. “Take it!”
His breathing sped up as he pushed his knot against her opening. The need to have her take it was primal, so he finally used his alpha voice to command her. “Take. My. Knot.”
At those words he felt her pussy blossom and take the rest of him in.
They were locked together when Anthony felt her spasm again coming for who knows what time, causing him to spurt more of his spend inside of her. He looked deeply into her eyes asking the question before taking any action. Naturally she understood and gave him a sharp nod.
Anthony’s fangs descended and he sunk them into her neck breaking her mating gland. The coppery taste of her blood flooded his mouth. In that moment he felt her soul slowly sink into him. Anthony saw the mosaic that was Penelope Anne Featherington. Her sharp observations became floating words through his mind. Every time she flinched at her mothers cruel words. Writing her first Whistledown draft. The anxious deliveries. The conflicting feelings of loss and emptiness that followed Lord Featherington’s death. Negotiating with the print shop. The heartbreak of Colin pursuing Lady Crane. Then he felt her desperation as she wrote the Lady Whistledown column that exposed the entrapment scheme. Then he saw this evening’s disaster. When his brother spoke so dismissively about her, and it triggering her first heat. She must of have been so desperate to find her mate and Anthony was so grateful that he responded.
Although his body hot and sweaty, he could still feel her heat momentarily retreating. Feeling her breathing level out and watch as her pupils returned to their normal size.
“So it is you.” She said as her index finger traced his brow and jaw line.
He watched the loveliest blush bloom on the apples of her cheeks and travel down her neck. The flush expanded towards to her breasts and he could feel himself hardening inside of her. “Yes. And it is you.” His tone gentle and sweet.
Anthony rocked his hips against hers allowing their need to grow again. His rough hand began to knead one breast as his lips found the nipple of the other. The movements tugging on his now re-inflated knot.
“I want to live the rest of my life right here.” His words muffled by his full mouth.
He let his fangs nip at her breast and she keened.
“We need sustenance.” She reminded him.
“Fine. But only so I can return to this glorious space between your thighs.” Anthony’s hand released her breast and worked it’s way down her side until he was able to grab a handle of round arse. He had never suspected that such a petite thing could contain such bountiful curves. She was everything feminine in human form. Their movements ramped up until she began to feel her next orgasm building. Penelope felt as if she were floating above the two of them.
Through their mating bond, he was connected to every nerve in her body, that relayed back to his heart. He released her nipple and began to kiss her hungrily wanting to be closer. Her fingers tangled in his hair while her other hand worked its way towards his bum bringing his body flush against hers.
“I need you.” He said.
She opened her eyes and watched him kiss her. Their pace increased and he could feel his bollocks begin to tighten along with the coil in his belly.
It was starting to become too much. With a final thrust his spend began to paint her insides. He was beginning to feel confident that she would be carrying his pup by morning. Anthony tilted his head and bared his neck to her. She growled and let her delicate fangs descend, piercing his mating gland.
Anthony found her growl adorable and erotic. As sharp as her fangs were the bite still hurt. He didn’t only grimace from the pain, but also from the knowledge that she would see all of him.
And Penelope did.
She saw the young man full of joy and hope spending time with his father. Not the Viscount Edmund Bridgerton but his Papa. The first time he held baby Hyacinth. Watching his mother sit by the window, hollowed out after after his father’s burial. His heartbreak at Sienna’s doorstep. His frustration at courting the diamond. His shame over Benedict’s hurt because of his donation to the art academy. His long nights sitting at his desk poring over ledgers and correspondence. His arguments with Kate that were exciting but ultimately left him empty. His overwhelming loneliness amongst the ton and his family. His arguments with his mother over how to handle his sisters. The joy of discovering his mate. The elation at joining with her.
All of it.
Penelope Anne Featherington (soon to be Viscountess Bridgerton) saw all of it. There were no hidden corners. No bluster to hide behind. No secrets. Just the man. The Alpha. Her mate.
What he had not expected was to be blinded by the experience. It took a while for him to regain his sight. When his vision cleared, Anthony looked down to find Penelope smiling up at him. He knew that she could feel his relief at her acceptance of him. Of what she had seen.
Anthony turned their bodies so that they could lay side by side, as his knot was still just as firm as when it had first inflated. His left arm was curled under his head while his right arm caressed her side. Her hands were cupping his face. Their legs tangled together.
“So you are Lady Whistledown.” He arched an eyebrow.
“I suppose I should explain how it all came about.” She sighed. Her breath fluttering against his skin.
“No need. I got to see how it came about.” Penelope blushed at that. It was true that he would have seen everything. Including her father’s solicitors suggestion to print her first draft to her late night deliveries. Her blush deepened to an embarrassing shade of red. “Oh. Well then….” She gave him a quick peck.
Anthony laughed. “You cannot distract me so easily with my knot still buried inside of you.” He pressed into her.
“My lord!’ Penelope exclaimed as she covered her face with her hands. Somehow the sight of Lady Whistledown, who happened to be his mate, and was Penelope Featherington (soon to be Bridgerton, he thought to himself) shying away after their intimacies made her more adorable.
“I think we can dispense with the formalities….However, I am curious about your enterprise. The logistics alone are fascinating but also the loyalty you command. Not just from staff but from the printers, delivery boys.” Anthony dipped his head to kiss her.
His knot and his member had finally begun to deflate. He pulled out with an audible groan and went toward the basin on a corner table. Anthony could feel her eyes on him as he walked away but chose to let her gawk privately. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he could feel her heart flutter at the sight, causing him to preen.
Taking his time to wet the flannel and then twist the excess water before walking back to clean her up. He could feel how unaccustomed she was to such tender care but didn’t say anything. Anthony had learned long ago that silence was sometimes for the best.
He lay down next to her and pulled her into a tight embrace. Her face was tucked into his chest when she spoke. “I can feel that you are upset about something. I just can’t figure out what it could be.”
He kissed the top of her head before speaking. “You are correct. I am not angry about the things you wrote. Even Eloise…I understand why you did it and I will address it with her later. I need you to know that above all else I am extremely proud of you.” He paused to to let her turn her body around so that her back was to his front. Anthony waited for them to get settled in before continuing. “It’s just your deliveries. The risks you take. I keep thinking that someone could have hurt you…..or worse.” His arms tightened around her. “Selfishly I keep thinking that I would have missed out on this. On you. On us. And it makes me angry. Mad beyond reason. I know I shouldn’t feel this way…but I cannot seem to help myself.” His body relaxed by a fraction.
She took a deep breath and said. “You confuse anger with fear. I can feel those two emotions tangled within you. In a constant battle for dominance.”
“Very insightful, Lady Whistledown.” He murmured and then felt her smile. “That isn’t Lady Whistledown but Ms. Featherington at your service. You forget that I have observed all of you for years.”
“True.” He kissed the top of her head when the sounds of the Bridgerton pack arriving home filtered upwards. The butler walked up to the door and whispered. “Do not worry I have picked up the lady’s coat and……unfinished draft. They are safely hidden away.”
“Thank you.” Anthony replied as evenly as possible before burying his head in her hair trying to stifle his laugh.
Benedict’s voice rang out. “Is Anthony in a rut?”
Colin replied. “Maybe. But…..there is another scent. Something new. Maybe he found his mate”
“If only.” Violet whispered. “Maybe it is the lovely elder Ms. Sharma.”
Anthony cringes at the words but doesn’t say anything.
“I wager it is Miss. Featherington.” Francesca says.
The silence in the corridor is deafening. Eloise’s sharp voice. “Why would you think that?” Anyone else would think she is angry but Penelope know it is fear she hears in her friends voice.
“Well…..Penelope overheard Colin speaking to his friends and then ran off. I didn’t see her after that. Then I noticed that Anthony left the ball early and the Sharmas were there for the remainder of the ball. So who else could it be? Were there any other ladies of our acquaintance in attendance?”
They all knew that Francesca, Hyacinth and then Daphne were the most observant of the sisters with poor Eloise trailing far behind her brothers.
Penelope’s body temperature began to rise and she moaned audibly enough to make his member twitch with anticipation. Just the prospect of being buried deep inside of her was enough to rouse him. He splayed his roughed palm over her stomach. “Do you think my seed has taking root?” He lowered his other hand to the apex of her thighs and began to circle her pearl.
Anthony could practically hear her thinking. This is completely different from when I do it myself. This was so much better. She began to roll her hips into his hand.
He didn’t wait for her to answer and said. “You’re right. We need to try harder.” He pressed his erection against her soft bottom. Letting it sink in between her cheeks. Anthony rutted against her seeking out his own friction.
How do you want me? He asked through their bond. Anthony sent her an image of her on all fours with him thrusting into her like a beast.
Like this? Then he sent another image of her riding him. Tits bouncing as his hands gripped her waist.
Or like this? He continued the slow rolls against her body.
Or……do you think you are ready for this? Anthony sent her an image of him holding her up against the door pumping in to her. His thigh muscles flexing with each thrust.
The last image got the most intense reaction. It was thrilling to be able to feel her arousal through their bond.
“Alright. The door it is.” He quickly maneuvered out of the bed and tugged her towards him.
She remained on the bed, and quickly got on her knees waiting to see what he would do. Anthony pulled her into his arms and lifted her off the bed. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He relished the feel of her slick coating his stomach. He continued to kiss her as his walked them over to the door. Anthony knew that his sisters had been sent to bed so that they wouldn’t overhear anything and his remaining family might be eavesdropping.
Anthony suddenly recalled one of Penelope’s memories from early in the season when his younger brother told her that she did not count as an Omega. Sensing his intrusion she tensed in his arms. “Don’t worry sweet girl.” His kiss grew more intense as his hands gripped her thighs.
“This is going to be grand.” He said, his sultry voice laced with danger. She was caught between the cold wooden door and his sweaty chest. Her slick began to drip onto the floor.
Penelope blushed knowing the staff would have to clean that up. Anthony on the other hand found her worry amusing. She was so full of contradictions and that worked as an aphrodisiac on him.
“Hold on tight.” He adjusted his stance so that he could grip his cock. Anthony smirked as he thrust himself inside of her. It was so quick and hard that she expelled all the air from her lungs. The sound loud enough to be heard outside the room. He gritted his teeth and his wolf howled through their bond. This was no longer a man tupping a woman…no…this was his wolf fucking his mate.
The door shook violently as his hips pistoned faster and faster. There was a split second where She thought the door would come clean off it’s hinges and they would fall into the hallway. Anthony couldn’t have cared less as he continued his rough claim. He thrust harder. There was no question that this was not his standard rut because someone was in the room with him.
His brothers leaned in to hear better when he starting moaning, “Penelope!” Her name more a curse than a prayer as his grunts grew louder and louder.
He could tell that she liked to hear him enjoying himself.
“Let me hear you.” He commanded and the words had the desired affect.
Penelope mewled and moaned. “Come sweet girl…let them hear what a real Omega sounds like.” Her cries pierced through the thick door.
“Oh! Alpha! My Alpha!” She screamed as her core began to tighten. His knot began to respond to the shift in her scent. Anthony understood that she needed a little nudge over the edge. He suckled on her mating gland and felt her squeeze his member so tightly that she almost pushed him out.
Anthony let the movements of him carrying back, prolonging her orgasm. He laid her gently down. “Are you willing to do something for me?” His voice suddenly shy.
She smiled and replied. “Of course.” Anthony pulled out and climbed onto the bed next to her. He laid on his back and began to stroke his slick covered member. “Get on.” Penelope gave him a nervous smile but complied. She straddled his thighs and paused before letting him line himself up.
Penelope sank slowly to let him fill her up to the hilt. They moaned in unison enjoying the change in position. “Your tits look amazing.” He laid his hands on her hips and began to guide her. Her heat began to rise so she sped her movements. The friction of his pubic hair teasing her clit.
The rhythmic movements of her breasts and the feel of her voluptuous round bottom bouncing on his thighs as her center clenched around his member was about to push him over the edge……..again.
His knot began to form. Anthony let her take control as his hands roamed up her sides. “I need you…..” He was unable to finish his sentence but she understood. Penelope planted her hands on his chest to gain better control of their coupling.
Her movements grew more frantic as his knot inflated beneath her. She began panting louder as he growled underneath her. Anthony planted his feet onto the bed and thrust up into her.
Then it happened. His knot buried itself inside of her, pushing out more of her slick as his spend filled her up. Her upper body collapsed onto his, trapping her breasts in between them. He ran his fingers through her sweat drenched hair.
He noticed that Penelope had become too quiet, and he could no longer sense her thoughts through their mating bond. All he felt was a boomerang of peace and calm. He finally looked down and found that she had fallen into a deep slumber. Afraid to wake up her up, he chose to extend his arm and pull the cover over both of them. As he drifted off to sleep his last thought was that he hoped that by morning she would be carrying his pups.
Maybe they would be as lucky as his mother and Penelope would already be carrying the heir and the spare in her womb.