Chapter 3
Chapter
Three
He takes a step out of the reception door and chucks the key my way.
I watch it sail through the air and completely miss when he darts forward and snatches me off the hood of his truck, throwing me over his shoulder like I’m a prize haul.
And yeah, I’m good with that.
I wiggle around to get more comfortable, but he reads it like I’m trying to escape. His meaty hand drops like a weight, anchoring me to him and making us touch in even more ways. Like before, everywhere we’re touching, a rush of pins and needles follows, dancing over my skin, even making my scalp tingle.
He adds to the cresting waves washing over me when he speaks. His voice is deeply melodic, full of uncompromising possession, and it rumbles loudly over the rain. I also get to feel the vibration when he speaks through his body. “I owe you three, killer, because I’m pretty fucking sure I told you your ass was to sit inside my truck until I got you.”
I don’t get the chance to speak, instead I squeal out and start laughing when he spins us, dropping into a squat at the last second, waiting for me to pick up the fallen room key. He clicks his fingers impatiently as soon as I grab the key, and I pass it over. I also take the chance to give him a playful nip on his side for being so demanding.
It earns me another delicious whack on the ass.
I knew that was coming.
I wanted it too.
I’m an impatient person on a good day, but this Alpha has made it worse to the point I’m half desperate with need despite my heat being weeks if not months away. I’m sure it’s a by-product of finding each other, but each time I inhale his bourbon scent, each time his hand strokes over my skin, I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of a full-blown heat cycle so much so that I ache all over.
And when he looks at me, all I want to do is drop to my knees and open my mouth to wait.
“You’re smelling a right fucking treat,” he growls. His lips are against my leg as he talks, and they are the only warning I get before I feel him sink his teeth into the fleshy part of my thigh.
I start to mouth off but instead of talking, I end up screaming as I go sailing through the air. I land, giggling, in the middle of a gigantic bed. I bounce a couple of times before the world stills and we get caught up in each other again.
A simple look and all the noise departs; neither of us move, except for breathing like we’ve both been running for hours. And like when we first saw each other, time slows again. Or perhaps it simply starts moving differently. But it gives a slowness to the intensity, a chance to savour everything we share.
He shuts the door behind him, and I expect him to come chasing me down with the same ferocity we’ve been flirting with since the first time he spoke, but he drops all that and becomes a different Alpha.
“Before anything happens… I want the name of the person who touched you.” His nearly black eyes narrow, and he stinks of aggression, not like his rich and heady bourbon scent.
I shake my head, talking quietly. “It doesn’t matter.”
“I want the name of the prick who put his hands on you. Now.” He flicks his chin up and stays leaning against the door, his hands behind his back looking like an absolute dream. A scary dream, but still.
He stares at me expectantly waiting for an answer. I’m surprised he hasn’t started tapping his feet. After the few minutes I’ve spent with him, it’s pretty clear he can be a stubborn ass when he wants.
“You can’t touch him,” I say eventually. returning his Alphas steely gaze with one of my own. Unsurprisingly, his top lip lifts like he’s silently snarling at me in his frustration.
“I can touch him,” he snaps after a few drawn out minutes where he doesn’t say anything, just looks at me. His hand is over his face, and he takes a huge calming exhale before he speaks again. “It’s going to eat me alive, unless you tell me.”
“You can’t touch him,” I repeat.
“And why the fuck not, killer? Are black eyes part of the norm in your world? ’Cause they’re not in mine. Not on women anyway. And definitely not on you. Spill.”
“Impatient much?” I ask, aiming for a little humour to defuse his darkening mood. And it kind of works. Just not like I expected.
He shakes his head, looking at me stunned, although his lips twist before he chuckles. “You got no idea how fucking impatient I get. I got all night to wait, unless you’d prefer we spend it fucking.”
I laugh before sobering up. “Nolan Bishop. He’s a photographer, does all the shoots for one of the larger magazines. He can make or break your career.”
“Still not liking this, killer. Why did he hit you? And that’s me trying to get why a man would put a hand on a woman in anger, that’s not me suggesting you did a thing wrong. You got that?”
I shake my head and look away. I’m not ashamed of what happened, it wasn’t something I could have stopped from happening even if I tried with all my might. Which I did. “Yeah, I get that. He’s an Alpha.” I pin him with another gaze. “Some Alphas in the industry think they get certain privileges working with Omegas. I disagreed. Usually, he brushes it off and punishes me by not being available when my agent or the client sets up a time, and then he lets the client know it was me that messed up.”
“And you stand for that?”
“Sadly, it’s pretty standard behaviour in our industry. I rejected his advances like I always do, but he didn’t appreciate that, so…” I point to my eye.
“He’s dead.” He bolts up to standing, no longer pretending to be relaxed.
“You can’t go kill an Alpha because he makes inappropriate moves on me. Besides, I handled it. I’m not going to lose my career over an Alpha who can’t handle being turned down.”
“Proud of you for taking control. I’m still killing the fucker.”
He cracks his neck and shuts his eyes for a few seconds. Almost immediately I can pick up the change in his scent and I know in his mind we’ve dealt with the black eye situation. For the time being. When he opens his eyes at me, the rich mahogany colour of them floods me with warmth. “Now, we’ve got more important things to focus on.”
“Yeah?” I ask, not even bothering with the mushy smile on my face.
And then he turns and engages all the locks on the door. I know he’s engaging all of them for no other reason but to stop any interruption, because once we start, nothing will matter. Despite the darkness of the room, made darker because of the weather, there’s enough light coming from the small windows for me to see when he starts to stalk towards me.
Each step is pronounced and considered, exactly like panthers when they’ve latched on a victim. His movements are just as sleek, although the thickening of his scent tells me where his next step will be. He reaches over his head and pulls off his t-shirt in one move before he stands in front of me and undoes his belt painstakingly slow. And while I mostly watch him being an absolute clit tease in part because he moves like he’s in molasses, I also take the opportunity while he’s strutting my way to admire his naked top half.
Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t like my attention being dragged away from what he’s doing, but I can’t take my eyes off the endless array of tattoos that are spreading outwards from the italic words that take centre stage over his sculpted chest: The Fallen.
“Eyes down here,” he snaps, just like I knew he would. He’s got that presence about him. But his curt demand also makes me realise how distracted I’d been by the galaxy of ink etched over almost every part of him, so caught up in his endless tattooed muscles that I missed when he stopped undressing himself. The button to his jeans is open and he rubs himself through the material.
I can see what he wants, it’s written all over his face, but listening to his impatient grunts of frustration are more of a turn on than me scrambling over the bed to untuck his cock. My blood pops and sizzles in anticipation.
The words between us dry up again, but it’s not awkward at all. It’s one of those times when Omegas and Alphas use all the other tools in their arsenal to make communication unnecessary.
When he scents so much the atmosphere in the room changes, I respond and do the same, adding a sweetness over his bourbon scent. His breathing slows down, and mine does too. When he smirks, flicking his head up to me, his brittle frustration from before is replaced by smouldering, unbridled passion and rising desire. Again, I do the most Omega thing for him and drop my eyes submissively, which is liberating. Being able to be unguarded around an Alpha is another confirmation of our growing, soul deep connection.
“Look at me, killer,” he calls softly as he comes closer.
My eyes jump up to his before I go back to watching him stroke and squeeze himself as if he hurts as much as I do.
I pull off his hoodie, and I do nothing to hide how I feel when I do. My slight shift in temperament isn’t about being self-conscious of my body; it’s got to do with the sense of loss I feel after he took his top off. All that is, is more proof of meeting ‘the one’. He nods his head slightly when I kneel to face him.
“I always want you to crawl to me, killer,” he says slowly, devoutly. His words are laced with desire but there’s also an understanding. What he said wasn’t a question or something to be argued over.
And I do it the moment he stops talking.
I think we both know I always will.
My body temperature rockets, but it’s not because I’m nearly naked. He’s the reason. I shiver, and my skin pebbles. I lift my eyes to watch him bite his bottom lip as his eyes roam hungrily over my body, eventually settling on my face.
Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I wait for him to tell me what to do next.
“Twist around, show me the ass I now own,” he says, his chin jutting out almost aggressively. His breathing changes again, making his nostrils flare wide.
“Are you talking about this ass?” I ask after shaking said ass. “This is my ass, and you definitely don’t own it.” I circle my hips, finishing with a pop at each end, making my ass cheeks wobble. It makes sense for me to take my time showing him too because I work hard and I’m damn proud of the way my body looks.
The smile on his face grows exponentially, until it falls away and he’s left glowering at me. “You gotta know I own every inch of you. Let’s not waste time arguing for no reason. Especially when you could be feeling my cock stretch your pink slit instead. You agree, don’t ya?”
I don’t even bother thinking when I answer him in a rush, “Also-fucking-lutely, I agree. To everything too, not-Daddy.” I wink before spinning around to face him on my knees again.
“Undress me,” he barks.
And it is one of those barks Alphas make to rip your compliance and submission from you, but the reality is barely a second ago I gave him full consent. All it does is once again feed the smouldering anticipation happening between us.
At his command, I drop down on my forearms, leaning forward so that I can use my teeth. As if I wouldn’t.
“Open your legs wider,” he demands before I get close enough. And he’s getting more impatient with each passing moment. One of his meaty hands grabs hold of an ass cheek and squeezes it while the other buries in my hair as he closes the distance between us.
I shut my legs and squeeze them, trying to alleviate the build-up.
“Stop being a fucking brat,” he growls as he reaches behind me to spread my legs as far as they can go before he teases me by dragging his hands all over my back. “You want this, don’t you, killer? You want to find out for yourself that my cock tastes as good as I scent?” he asks arrogantly. I nearly go to sass him back, but he’s quick again. He buries both his hands in my hair and drags my face over the outline of his stone hard cock while also pumping his hips forward at the same time. The groans he makes scream at his own desperate need to ease the build-up in his body.
I open my mouth and drop low and start to blow him through his jeans. His cock jumps when I do it, his fingers tighten in my hair, and he pins me there. Suckling through his jeans, I drag my teeth over his cockhead, but it’s not enough for either of us.
Without talking I stop, and he just lets me go so I can flick the rest of his jeans open. I bury my hands in his pants, and like before, we come together in a clash, both of us desperate to taste each other.
His lips are pillow soft, but hard too. And he growls with each lick of our tongues, the whole time his eyes devour me as much as his lips do. This Alpha can kiss so fucking good, he leaves me dizzy with each one. Our mouths seem to fuse together. Neither of us can stop; his taste invades my mouth, his bourbon scent the only thing filling my lungs.
Together, we somehow get him out of his pants without breaking our kiss or the heated way we stare into each other’s eyes. And everything we do feels not only physical, but spiritual—like we’re re-joining two lost halves of ourselves.
I climb to my feet to kiss him better, but it’s still not enough, and as I jump, he goes to lift me up. I wrap around him, my arms barely reaching around his neck. Instead, I lock my arms behind his head as best I can. His hands fit around my ass perfectly, and very intentionally he spreads them wide. I think he’s going to take us to the bed, instead he turns around and finds the nearest wall.
“Hold up,” he barks. And I pull away from kissing him, watching him nab something off one of the tables. “Tuck under my chin.”
I do, and the next second I can feel his arm thrust, like he’s throwing a ball and after a couple of hits I realise he’s punching a hole in the wall, before he does something similar on the other side.
And then we’re back to kissing and it all makes sense when he pushes my body up, using his upper body to keep me pinned there before he prises my hand away from his body to tuck into the holes.
“Wrap those sweet as fuck legs around me,” he growls between each of his deadly kisses.
I moan into his mouth. When I do as he asks, his cock grinds over the front of my pussy. The heat rolling off him has me chasing more.
“Tell me I own this slit,” he sucks my top lip into his mouth, and I have to close my eyes in sheer relief when his hand drops down and he fingers me.
“Cock.” I groan.
“That’s coming, killer. I’ve got to stretch you out.” He smirks while two of his fingers work inside my pussy. “You’re so tight, you’re strangling my hand.”
I whine against his neck while grinding against his palm. His fingers are heavenly, and each thrust has me seeing stars.
“Come on my fingers,” he insists, biting along my jaw while adding another finger. It nearly hurts, the sudden intrusion of another thick finger, but the burn eases after a few pumps of his hand.
“God, killer, your body was made for me, wasn’t it?”
I agree instantly before reaching back up for another kiss. His mouth is there, waiting, and his tongue surges past my lips before licking over mine. I go to gasp or take a breath, but he pulls his fingers out of my body before surging his cock inside.
“Let me in,” he growls, and I realise he’s only barely inside. With the top of his body, he pins me against the wall. “Hold on.”
He pulls his hips back and pushes inside again. My pussy burns. But instead of stopping and asking if I’m okay, because the pleasure spilling from my lips is clear enough, he keeps thrusting further and further inside. His breathing hitches, and he groans and pants as much as I do. There’s a point where I seriously think he won’t fit. Instead, though, he drops one of his hands before he teases my clit with his thumb while breathing deep into my ear.
“Let me in,” he insists.
His hips slow down, but his thrusts get harder, beautifully so. And when he sucks on his thumb quickly before dropping it back to my clit, I fall apart for him on a breathy orgasm full of flashing lights behind my eyes and a growing need for more.
“That’s it, and again,” he says, his hips circling, and I can feel him pushing each inch further inside. He’s fucking huge, but he feels so fucking good. I unlock my feet from his back and plant them on the side of his hips. It’s lucky he’s Herculean in strength because he’s doing a lot of the holding up. But I use the new holes in the wall, before I spread my hips as wide as they can go, and the adjustment opens me right up. He keeps circling his hips as he pulls out an inch before he surges back inside. The both of us are completely lost in pleasure and it’s a beautiful, rolling sense of union. Another desperate pump of his hips and even without saying a word, I know he’s inside. His eyes flare wide, and he grits his jaw shut.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, trying to not get swept away already.
My arms give out and I sag on him, taking even more of him. But he’s got me, lucky too, because I can barely function as waves of carnal passion threaten to wash me away. He tightens his arms around me, and he spins us off the wall. Each step he takes makes him hit deeper inside of me, so deep I swear he’s signing his name over my cervix.
Without pulling out, he sinks down to the floor and places my ass on the mattress. Kneeling, he’s at the same height I am, but this way it gives us both the chance to watch the way our bodies fit together.
“See how good your slick looks on my cock?” he says, spreading my legs wider so I get a better view of how beautifully we fit together. The both of us watch without saying a word as he nearly drags himself all the way out before slowly pushing back in.
One of his hands wraps around my face, tipping my head back so he can kiss me again. It’s more revered but still there’s a hunger there.
Leaning back on one hand, I use the other to touch my oversensitive nipples before I pull away from his lips and use my eyes to show him the tit I need his teeth on.
His puffy lips twist in a devilish smirk before he disappears from view. A moment later a nip of pain follows as his teeth latch around my nipple. I shift hands so I can play with the other one.
I watch him, sucking on my nipple. But he’s watching me at the same time, watching the smallest cues in my expression, seeing what I like and what I want more of. His teeth biting down hard enough to leave a bruising mark around the whole of my nipple has another orgasm locking my pussy around him. And that’s the point where our pleasure flips again.
He pulls out suddenly, and his cock juts out in front of him. Before he can say a word, I’m scrambling around on the mattress, reclining backwards with my head hanging off the bed, my legs spread wide in front of him.
“You want me to lick your pussy while I fill your throat?” He smiles as he stands up to look at my pussy from above.
His cock is above my face while he rubs his finger through my slick folds. Tired of talking, I reach up and take one of his balls all the way in my mouth. He feels incredible. He reaches over my body and starts fingering me while I keep suckling. Before too long I’m trailing my mouth higher to his knot. Using one of his hands, he directs his cock into my mouth, but he doesn’t give me too much of a chance to lick over his cockhead before his hips start to move on their own, forcing me to take more of him. But while I’m gagging, he clamps both of his hands under my hips to hold me wide open so he can eat me out.
And JFC he is a god at oral. Maybe that’s what age does… gives you fucking skills! I totally get off on him licking me out. What his tongue is capable of has me losing brain cells. I’m not sure how long I lie there succumbing to his wicked mouth but what pulls me back to being a more active participant in our 69er is the increasing taste of his pre-come in my mouth.
I love he’s getting off as much as I am, but I want his eyes rolling back in his head. Hollowing my cheeks and holding his cock so I can blow him better, I start to follow his pattern of licking and sucking. His hips start moving as soon as I do, except whenever he does it, I gag around him, and he stops.
Frustration makes me snarky. “For god’s sake, I can’t do this. A little help would be nice about now,” I grumble after one huge retch that has him lifting up to make sure I’m okay. And it’s not about me being self-conscious about not being able to do it, it’s the fact that I want to be able to please him that has me mouthing off.
“Killer, what’s got you doubting? Your lips around my cock feels like fucking heaven.”
“You miss the part where I keep choking on your monster dick?”
He fucking smirks before wiping his mouth. “I see no issue.”
I glare at him. Instead of being a smart ass, he climbs off the bed so he’s kneeling in front of me again.
“Roll over on your side, it will work better,” he says, jacking himself off slowly. “Keep those fucking legs wide open though. I’m going back to what I started.”
Using his hand, he cups my face and guides it into the right position before feeding me his dick.
“Breathe through your nose, because you won’t get air past my cock when it fills your throat,” he growls as I do exactly what he’s saying. He’s beyond patient and it takes a couple of times for me to get used to it. The more I relax, the better it feels and the easier it goes. It’s messy and awkward as hell, but he’s a good teacher.
“What you’re doing is fuckin’ illegal, darlin’.”
Of course, the man can praise as well as he can lick pussy. I spread my legs wider so he can see how wet his words make me.
He starts pushing deeper, testing my limits. “I want to see how much you can swallow. That good?”
His hand falls away before he wraps it lightly around my throat. He moves carefully until his knot is pushing against my lips. “Look at you, taking my cock like such a fucking good girl.” He lies on his side, his hands around my hips as he draws me closer, his lips back on my pussy as he talks. “Soak my face.”
This time we work together. It’s poetry in motion, and I’m back to seeing stars within minutes. He rolls us both again, making me sit on his face, his hips moving rhythmically as I get more confident taking him deeper down my throat.
I see more than stars; I see a whole cosmos as I come. My head spins from a lack of oxygen as I wail around his cock. I’m pretty sure I don’t need to breathe anymore; I just need him.