Chapter 2
T he alpha’s smile warmed me down to my toes. I breathlessly followed him out of the club and down to a waiting line of taxis, where we slipped into the first one available. After he provided his address, I followed my compulsion to get my mouth back on him. I would have preferred to climb onto his lap, but I would’ve had to sacrifice my seat belt, and I wasn’t about to risk myself for a few extra minutes of touching him.
He hungrily devoured my lips, his hands sweeping down my body and making me whimper into his mouth. I hadn’t made a sound like that in years. The drive felt like it was over in a heartbeat and then he was rushing around the vehicle, opening my door to help me out before leading me into a high-rise.
The moment we were in the elevator, I let my omega instinct take over with this alpha. That was new too. My ex-husband hadn’t liked the messiness of omegas and I’d spent so long pushing down all of my instincts and desires. This alpha didn’t want me to do that. He relished me climbing him like a tree so he could press me against the mirrors and grind his hips between my thighs.
By the time we made it to his floor, the front of his pants was damp with my slick and I was half-feral.
Inside the apartment, I didn’t give the space a second thought. “Bedroom.”
“So eager.”
“You want to pretend you’re not?”
“Absolutely not.” He scooped me back up, his hands cradling the underside of my thighs as he navigated the apartment without breaking his kiss.
I should have felt hesitation, something to remind me that this alpha would be the first man I had been with since my divorce, but instead every nerve hummed like a live wire. How was I supposed to think past the aching pulse of my pussy?
He tipped us onto his bed and a cloud of orange liqueur with a hint of warm spices rose up and enveloped me.
Some ancient part of me burst to life and rearranged the universe, pulling us to orbit each other.
Scent match.
I wasn’t sure how I knew it, but I did with every fiber of my being. My blockers hadn’t worn off so he wouldn’t recognize me as the same. Before I could think about it too much, his mouth was back on mine, the warmth of his body caging me in. His lips trailing down my skin had me squirming, and each breath was saturated by the remnants of his scent embedded in the fabric, an undeniable craving building with every inhalation.
I dragged his shirt off and tried to shimmy down the bed so the movement would pull up my dress, but he was way ahead of me already. His shirt met the floor and his hands swept up my thighs, taking the hem of my dress with it. Panic whispered in the back of my mind. This was so new. It’s been so long since this happened with anyone besides Andrew. The thoughts were suffocated when his fingers plunged into my panties to stroke my slick-soaked pussy.
His groan only made the craving worse. I bucked against his hand, trying to wrestle myself out of my dress.
“You’re soaked, duchess.”
“Duchess?” I asked breathlessly, succeeding only in tangling myself when I was too impatient to undo the zipper on the side.
“I would go with princess but it doesn’t sound as refined, and even though I’ve already decided you’re a goddess and queen would suit, it doesn’t roll off the tongue like duchess.” He chuckled. “Let me help.”
I ground my teeth together to silence my whine when his fingers slipped away to help me undo my satin and lace prison. He stripped me of it easily, leaving me in black lace that matched the overlay. I had bought the set on impulse. Everything I had once worn for my ex-husband had been given away or burned. This was new. A symbol of the life I was trying to claim.
“You are so fucking beautiful. Do you have any opposition to me eating your cunt until you cry?”
How was I supposed to answer that? I shook my head and curled my fingers into his bedding, holding my breath as he kissed his way down my body and hooked his fingers into my panties to draw them away. This was another new thing. Obviously I knew this specific act happened, but it hadn’t happened to me . Another thing my ex had never bothered with.
“Wait,” I gasped out.
“Hmm?”
“What’s your name?”
Of the possible reactions he could’ve had, I hadn’t expected laughter. “I suppose that’s something I should share before getting my mouth on you. It’s Francisco, but my friends call me Chico.”
I tucked that information away, strangely soothed though it was only one small fact that made up this alpha who was watching me from between my thighs.
“Do I get to know yours too, duchess?”
“I like the one you gave me.”
He kept steady eye contact as he lowered his face and swiped his tongue through my folds, almost making me leap right off the bed.
“I do love you squirming for me.” He braced a hand on each thigh and spread me open like a book. The pressure of his containment heightened every sweep of his tongue, the strange and delicious sensation breaking off every word I tried to form—he needed no encouragement anyway—and reducing me to pitiful whining and whimpers, as I breathed so hard my vision began to swim.
When he added his fingers to the mix and focused his tongue on my clit, I detonated in his arms. I latched my fingers into his hair, unable to catch my breath. Surely he wasn’t actually serious about the crying part? I wasn’t entirely certain since he didn’t let up and slid another finger into me. Too many things tumbled around in my head: My ex-husband would never , had never done this. My scent match was eating me out. And what sort of witchcraft was he doing with that tongue?
I knew from my own personal time that once my engine was revved it wasn’t hard to keep going, I simply wasn’t used to it with a partner.
With one of his hands occupied, it freed up my leg, and I hooked my calf behind his head to tug him closer. I didn’t even recognize the sounds I was making for him, which seemed fair since I didn’t recognize the sensations he was causing in me.
Giving myself some special attention when my ex had been on his numerous work trips was a far cry from a dedicated lover.
Francisco’s tongue and touch drove me to delirium, my throat raw and aching from all of my whining.
One of my whimpers danced dangerously close to a sob as he mercilessly drove me over the peak again, and then he finally released me to draw a breath.
His purr washed over me as he slid up my body to claim my mouth. My scent was too diluted with the blockers to come through on his lips, but the sweetness of my omega nature was ever-present. “What do you think about me burying my cock in this gorgeous body, duchess?”
My pussy hadn’t even stopped throbbing from his attentions. Taking him exactly like he wanted to have me would fully remove my ex’s claim, washing it all away and leaving me my own person, making my own choices. Even beyond my mission, I wanted this alpha with a desperation, and I tried not to think too hard about why.
“Hurry up.” I dug into his ass cheeks with my heels.
“You’re going to give me the biggest ego in the world. Have some patience. I haven’t even gotten you out of your bra yet.”
I didn’t want to wait. I needed him right now . I reached beneath myself and unhooked the garment, whipping it to the floor. He chuckled and bent down to feast, cupping both breasts and taking his time sampling each with his tongue while I wriggled beneath him.
“ Hurry ,” I repeated.
“My greedy omega. Did I not give you enough orgasms to satisfy you for a few minutes?”
I shook my head.
“I’d better take care of that, then.” He stripped out of his remaining clothes and I tried not to stare at his cock. If the next bit was anything like having his mouth on me, I wasn’t sure I would survive.
He tucked the tip into me before leaning back down to kiss me, rocking with agonizing slowness to tease my body into accepting him. I held on to him with every limb, nails biting into his skin, and breath panting against his neck. Each maddening quarter of an inch drove me to distraction. He wouldn’t move when I tried to press against him with my feet, so I did the opposite and used my legs to draw me onto him . A gasp and groan twined together as he stretched me to capacity and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.
“So, so impatient.” Affection dripped from the words. “You’re going to hurt yourself being reckless.”
“I’m only being reckless because you’re teasing me.”
“I was trying to ease you in, but since you insist…” His first real thrust struck every nerve inside me, and I clung helplessly to him as he kicked off a pattern that had me seeing stars. Some combination of feral growls and moans tore from my throat. He ruined me so easily. I would have said he wasn’t even trying, but that was truly the difference between him and what I had experienced before. Effort and desire changed everything .
I came all over him in a rush of slick. Pleasure ricocheted through me and he kept up that same pattern, pushing me up and over the edge until his movements stuttered and he fucked deep, his knot setting off a chain reaction in my body that whited out my vision and froze every sound in my chest.
When I surfaced, we had changed position, with him stretched out on his back and me draped over his chest. Overwhelmed by every second and all that it meant, I burst into tears.
Tension ratcheted through him and his arms locked around me. “Whoa, there. What’s wrong? What’s happening?”
“I’m sorry. You were just m-my first since the d-divorce. I wasn’t expecting it all to be so—so much. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to start crying.”
Fully expecting derision, I was instead met with a purr and hands that were soft on my hair, stroking a soothing pattern. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” I sniffled.
“Did you have fun?”
I nodded, still trembling, my cheeks wet.
“That’s the most important thing. I wouldn’t have minded knowing tonight was going to be a big thing for you so I could’ve been prepared, but I’m glad you told me now. Whoever managed to lose you has to be kicking himself.”
“I don’t think so. He was having an affair. Probably a few, honestly.”
“Then he’s even stupider than I thought. Take some deep breaths for me, duchess.”
I did, though a few were broken. He kept purring for me, kept gently stroking my hair until I hovered on the edge of sleep. I stayed right there even though his knot eventually went down enough that I could’ve slid away. He dragged a blanket over us and I closed my eyes.
I should have left. I was in no condition to face a scent match when my blockers wore off, but I could rest first. Just for a few minutes…