Bella wasn't trembling anymore.
She was burning, every nerve ending awake and hungry. But not desperate. Not chaotic. Controlled. Barely.
And Krishna? She felt it. The power beneath Bella's skin, the instinct crashing against pride. Most Omegas would've caved. Crumpled.
But Bella was still choosing it.
She crawled forward, not with hesitation, but with purpose. Slow, measured. Her pupils were blown wide, lips parted as she took in another lungful of Krishna's scent.
Then she tilted her head. Exposed her neck. But didn't lean in.
"Let me," she whispered.
Krishna raised an eyebrow.
"You want to take it from me?"
Bella nodded once. "All of it. But my way."
Krishna didn't move. Didn't push.
She was watching her. Testing her.
And Bella came closer, closing the final inches, her breath mingling with Krishna's, hand resting lightly on her collarbone. Her fingers were trembling. But her gaze never broke.
She leaned in and pressed her nose to the side of Krishna's throat. She breathed her in slowly, deliberately, until she whimpered again. Her hands slipped to Krishna's waist, dragging her closer, not to pin, not to dominate, but to feel.
To anchor herself as her body began to come undone.
"You smell like…" Bella whispered, "…home."
Krishna's lashes fluttered. For a moment, her composure cracked.
Bella nuzzled lower, past the curve of her neck to her collarbone, her mouth brushing skin with reverence. Then her tongue flicked out, just once, tasting, teasing. Krishna tensed. But she let her.
"Don't stop," Krishna murmured. "If you're going to do this, take it."
And Bella did.
She bit.
A sharp, claiming bite, not cruel, not savage, but sure. Her teeth sank in, and Krishna gasped softly at the contact. The bond surged beneath her skin, her scent flaring in response, pure Omega dominance flooding the air in thick waves.
Bella moaned against her neck, the sound broken, needy.
The taste hit her tongue, salt, heat, something uniquely Krishna, and her body responded instantly. Her thighs clenched. Her slick grew wetter, hotter, dripping down her legs as her hips rocked involuntarily.
Her eyes rolled back.
She licked the mark. Again. And again. As if feeding from it.
Her breath was shallow, voice thick with heat.
"It's, too good," she whispered. "I can't stop-"
Krishna's hand slid up her spine, grounding her.
"Then don't."
Bella dropped to her knees.
Not to submit, not to beg, but to worship.
She pulled Krishna forward by her hips, mouth moving lower, past her navel, pressing kisses down her belly, her scent-drunk mind chasing instinct and need.
"Lie down," she said, voice hoarse. "Please. Let me have it."
Krishna obeyed.
No command. No resistance.
She reclined against the cool sheets of the bed, baring herself to the Omega who now crawled over her with single-minded obsession.
Bella's fingers were fevered but delicate as she undressed her, every touch reverent, as if Krishna were a sacred offering she'd earned.
Her mouth found her breasts first, lips wrapping around her nipple, tongue swirling, suckling with greedy desperation. Krishna arched, her hand tangling in Bella's curls.
"Harder," she said, and Bella obliged, biting lightly, enough to make her gasp.
Then her mouth moved lower.
Down her stomach, past her hipbones.
She paused between her thighs, breathing in the scent she'd caused, Krishna's arousal thick and heady.
"You're so wet," Bella said, voice trembling with awe. "I made you like this."
Krishna smirked, breathless. "You haven't even started."
Bella dove in.
Her mouth found Krishna's slick folds and she groaned like she'd been starved of it. Tongue flicking, licking, drinking everything Krishna gave her like it was made for her. Her hands locked onto her thighs, spreading her wider, holding her in place as her tongue fucked into her, slow at first, then faster, rhythmic, focused.
Krishna's hips bucked.
"Fuck!...Bella-"
She moaned, loud, raw, curling against the sheets as Bella's tongue lapped at her clit, then back down to her entrance.
Bella was feasting.
And the more Krishna moaned, the more she gave.
"More," Krishna panted. "Don't stop. Don't...*ah..*fuck-"
Bella slid two fingers into her.
Deep. Precise. Hooking upward, stroking her sweet spot while her mouth sucked hard on her clit.
Krishna cried out.
And Bella looked up, her face slick with Krishna's arousal, lips red and swollen.
"I want you to remember this," she said breathlessly. "Every time I speak for Aaron at that board. Every time they question why I gave up the title."
She plunged her fingers deeper, curling hard.
"I want them to know I belong to you."
Krishna's eyes locked onto hers, wild and glistening.
"I already know," she whispered. "Now make me cum."
Bella didn't hesitate.
Her pace doubled. Her mouth relentless. Fingers stroking in perfect rhythm with her tongue, until Krishna's thighs trembled, her hips jerked, and she finally shattered with a scream.
Bella held her through it, still licking, soft now, slow, cleaning her like it was sacred.
And when Krishna finally stilled, breath ragged, body limp and glowing, Bella crawled up and rested her forehead to hers.
"You gave it to me," Bella whispered. "And I'll spend the rest of my life earning it."
Krishna touched her cheek.
"Good," she whispered back. "Then don't hold back next time."
Bella grinned, cheeks flushed.
"Oh, I won't."