Chapter 4
Chapter
Four
Her orgasms are the only thing I can taste and scent. It has me damn near feral with a need to knot and claim her.
I roll us over and pull out so I don’t blow down her throat. I want to. But I want to fill her pussy more. I want to see her eyes and watch the blue of them change as my knot holds us together.
“In the middle of the bed, killer, hold that cunt open for me,” I say, having to crack my neck and be purposely slow as the possibility of me dropping into a rut increases with each hurried heartbeat I hear from her.
She is a fucking goddess the way she looks at me. Her mane of blonde hair is a chaotic mess, her lips are bee-stung, red, and puffy too. Small tracks of make-up leak from the tears she had in her eyes from taking me both in her little slit and her gorgeous mouth; seriously, this Omega was made for me.
Her skin is dappled in a damp perspiration and golden like she’s been dipped in honey. I want to taste every inch of her tan, but first I need to knot her. After I make sure she’s good.
I climb on top of her, keeping most of my weight and bulk off her as I reach over and grab the complimentary water. I take a gulp before leaning down and filling her mouth with it. Her eyes flare wide, and the little vixen refuses to swallow, but as I sit up to take another sip, she does. Only she follows me back up to sitting, her hands wrapping around my neck so the next time I share the drink with her, we end up making out.
All around me her scent is blinding, images of sugary sweet bubble-gum flash in my mind before the earlier memories of my cock stretching her pussy take over, right at the same time she starts mewling and wrapping her hand around my cock again.
The both of us keep pushing each other higher.
I kiss her but also lean into her, following her down with wicked kisses full of tongue and teeth until she’s groaning into my mouth and lying back against the pillow looking like a vengeful angel. Shuffling our bodies, I pull her legs over mine before I drop all my weight onto her. Her eyes flare wide, but they get even wider when in one thrust, I drive in so deep I can’t fucking see straight. Another thrust and my knot slams inside her body.
And there’s an eerie silence that washes over me.
Before something in me literally sounds like it snaps in half as I undergo a seismic fucking change internally.
And it’s in that strange space, where there’s no noise or movement, there is nothing but her, that life finally makes sense, making the moment even more poignant. We start to move again, this time as one. Our eyes stay locked, and I witness the exact moment she undergoes the same realignment I went through myself. It’s a fucking beautiful moment and it sears into my memory.
Her arms and legs wrap around me, and I find myself doing the same. We’re both trying to sink further into the whispered promises of a blazing bond connection.
Her pussy is so fucking incredible. My knot aches, and each time our bodies move, a pleasure like I’ve never experienced builds to near tidal wave proportions. Her fingers scratch as she pulls me back down to kiss me. And this girl can fucking kiss.
Her lips are pure perfection; the air she breathes into my mouth so sweet and unexpected has me moaning for more. She whispers against my lips, wanting and needing my come to fill her tight pussy. I push out of her stranglehold, pulling her up with me so I can slam us both headfirst into a pleasure-filled void.
I feel her orgasm, different this time, all the others have been soft and delicate, but this one is like an explosion of desperation. Her body moves out of sync and her whimpers intensify, feeding the need in me. One sudden and violent thrust and I can’t fucking breathe. My orgasm barrels out of me with a ferocity. I don’t fight it—‘it’ being a primal fucking need to absolutely own her—I go with it. I use my body to show her that she’s never going to be left wanting.
I fill her so fucking full.
The both of us scramble and come together in a clash of desperate noise and action, ready and keen for more. I fuck her straight into another screaming one before I roar my own into her open mouth.
Her little snores change slightly as I spread her cheeks wide and start tonguing her asshole. God, it is impossible to stop touching and tasting her now I’ve found her.
The way we passed out wrapped around each other was a sign of our ferocious need for one another. Now, a few hours later, the storm has passed but morning is still a long way off and I’m fucking famished.
I want to keep rimming her, but I need to be back inside her body.
Rolling her over, I spoon behind her before rolling my hips slightly and shoving my cock right inside again. She’s still beautifully stretched after our first session. Her pussy is tight and feels fucking insane wrapped around my cock, but the earlier resistance is gone, and now it fits without a struggle.
Her breathing shudders, and I stop for a moment, kissing over her shoulders and up the column of her neck until she drops into a deeper sleep. Once she’s dreaming again, and my cock is even fucking harder, I start to fuck her nice and slow. Even in deep sleep she responds. While she dreams of me, her scent leaks off her skin and wet slick saturates each inch of my cock.
Hitching her leg, I have to shuffle myself, rising up slightly before I start to position pillows under her hips, raising her higher and higher until I can take her from behind.
“Next time, wake me up,” she moans. Although she laughs, deep and throaty. “Actually, don’t. I want you to wake me like this all the time. God, I’m going to…”
I pull out, immediately distracted by how good my cock looks drenched in her pretty slick. All it does is feed my mood.
“Present,” I bark out, losing control.
But I’m so fucking turned on I can’t think straight. Her movements flow like water and she ends up on all fours, her slicked up pussy on display before me. Her head hangs down, her blonde hair a mass of endless curls and waves forming a curtain hiding her from the world. She looks back, enticing me even more.
My hands dig into her hips hard, but not as hard as I surge into her. My knot slaps against her pussy. She keeps dragging me further inside her, deeper. Her moans and whimpering cries are angelic, and she doesn’t hide from me the way her body fills with pleasure again. The second I push my knot inside; I clamp my hands around her hips and drag her backwards as I sit back on my heels. She rides my knot, reverse cowgirl, but the position is hard, and before too long she stops. Her arms hold behind my neck, her legs wrap around my waist. She knows I’ve got her.
I drag my teeth over the spot that will soon scar from my claim as I fold us back onto the bed. Dropping all my weight on her, I flood her juicy cunt while I groan into her ear promises of forever.
My newfound Omega drags me with her into a deep sleep this time, and I dream about spreading her wide on my bike…
Joker’s ringtone pierces through and shreds my dreams.
“What?” I snarl though it’s without volume because I don’t want to wake her up. My arm curls over her protectively.
Looking down, I miss what Joker tells me because she’s so out of it; her mouth hangs open right over my heart. I wouldn’t say I’m overly fucking romantic but there’s about one other thing that has silenced me and moved me as much as seeing her like this, and that was the birth of my kid.
“Give me a sec,” I say, realising I’m going to get nothing to make sense, but I also don’t want to wake her. We wore each other out. I want to do it again, so I leave her sleeping and make my way to the bathroom.
“What?” I speak once the door is shut.
“We got a problem,” he says, and in the background, I can hear the rest of the boys’ voices overlapping.
“No, you do,” I snap, and yeah, I’m pissed. One fucking night off is all I wanted.
“I get that, and I’d be sweet to deal, but Ace called. They got a visit by the Death Riders. A dirty attack that left us having to fly out next week and talk about rebuilding burnt down warehouses and flushing out rats. A couple of prospects got hit, one’s pretty bad.”
I sink down onto the edge of the bath and then listen to him rattle off a dozen reasons for me to leave. Ace is only one of a handful of people I would ever call on if I was in trouble, and I know I’m that to him too which means I’m hitting the road.
Hanging up, I open the door and have a quick shower.
Dressing back in my clothes, her sweetness still coats my skin. It’s all I can smell, and the taste of her pussy is ingrained on my lips.
“Killer,” I call her name as I nibble my way up and over her dips and curves, coming to her ear and sucking harder on her lobe. She doesn’t move an inch, and her breathing doesn’t change.
She’s out cold.
I search out a piece of paper and then write this woman the most words I think I’ve ever had to pen before I drop another kiss on the special spot on her neck. My teeth ache to make a claiming bite, but I wouldn’t mind her being awake for that part.
With a reluctance I haven’t felt for fucking eons, I unload her bags from my truck, hoping she wakes up before I pull the door closed behind me. But I can’t take her with me.
Before leaving, I visit Nancy and her asshole Alpha to arrange a few things.