Chapter 10
Ten
Ishove open the bathroom door, every inch of me tense. My heart pounds with concern for Danica. After seeing her flee mid-song, alarm bells went off in my head. As soon as the song finished, I shoved my guitar at Reed and rushed after her.
Now, finding her huddled in the empty bathtub, with terrified eyes, her face pale, my worry deepens.
“I’m here for you. Let me help you,” I say gently as I shut the door behind me quickly, locking it where she had forgotten to do so.
She’s shaking her head, her arms wrapped tightly around her bent knees, pulled close to her chest.
“Must you burst in here like a madman?” Her voice is a dark whisper as she hugs herself tighter.
“Better me than Jasper, who might have ripped the doors right off its hinges, giving everyone a view.”
Her mouth drops open, pink spotting her cheeks.
Of course, I know she’s got her skirt around her waist and nothing underneath… I’m not fucking blind. The second I entered the bathroom, my gaze tunneled in on her like a heat-seeking missile. For a heartbeat, I caught sight of her spread, of that beautiful pink flesh I’m dying to kiss. My cock’s throbbing in my pants, but I don’t intend to scare her more than she already is. So, I’ll take my time with her…
“Has your heat cycle started to get more intense?” I ask, knowing enough about Omegas to understand their heat cycle and what they go through. At school, Alphas took specific Omega classes to prepare us since we are responsible for taking care of their needs. So, I’m ready for the pain, the flares of arousal, the ebbs and flows, then her losing all control until we sate her.
She nods, her lips pursed to the side of her mouth. “I don’t know, but it started hurting so badly, the arousal became too much.”
“I’m going to take you to my old bedroom, where you’ll be more comfortable,” I suggest gently.
Panic flashes across her gorgeous face, eyes widening.
“No, I can’t go out there like this. I barely made it off the balcony without causing a scene.” She frantically tries to tug down her skirt to cover her hips.
It’s close to impossible not to catch glimpses of her hips and her thighs. The temptation to hop into the tub and claim her is unbearable. My heart’s hammering in my chest, and my cock is as hard as a boulder from her scent, those sweet sounds she makes, and from seeing her half naked. It’s all drowning me in need.
Her presence is going to kill me quickly if I don’t touch her, taste her, fuck her…
I’m not strong enough to ignore such a stunning woman. Jasper is right in that once she gets into your system, there’s no going back. There’s so much more between us, and I fucking knew it that night at the club when I kissed and fingered her. Fuck!
Moving closer, I lean over her, ready to collect her in my arms. The intoxication of her perfume tightens my balls and makes it hard for me to do anything but picture her naked and spread for me.
Shaking away the headiness, I clench my teeth to concentrate on helping her first.
“Come with me,” I say as I reach down, placing an arm around her lower back, ready to hoist her out. The split-second I touch her, she cries out, her spine arching.
Pain twists her expression, then she stares at me like she’s transformed into something primal and starving. Her hands clutch my shirt as she shakes with the fear flaring in those beautiful blue eyes.
“Please, help me,” she whispers. “I don’t want to go out there and have anyone see me like this, but I don’t know how to stop the ache and desire.”
My heart squeezes at her plea. It ruins me to see her in such a vulnerable state, stirring a deep sense of protectiveness in me.
“Danica, I’m by your side, trust me, you’re not in this alone,” I assure her, realizing that moving her might not be the best idea given how spooked out she is and intimidated. “How about I help you here? The door’s locked. So, where does it hurt?”
Her response is hesitant, her stare searching mine as if needing reassurance. “I-I just… I need to cool down. Maybe that’s all it is. It’s all so overwhelming.”
I want to tell her that not even a cold shower will cool her down in her state, but I give her the benefit of the doubt to avoid putting her under more duress. Leaning over, I grab a towel from the rack, then return, kneeling next to the porcelain tub.
“I can run you a cold bath,” I suggest. “Your clothes will get wet, though.” I offer the towel to cover herself instead.
Shaking her head, she accepts the towel. “No, I’ll be fine,” she says.
Turning to the end of the tub where her feet are, I find the plug and place it in the tub, then slowly turn on the cold water. From the edge of my eyes, I see her shuffling to quickly undress while keeping the towel covering her lap. When I find her no longer shifting about, I turn to face her.
“The water’s really cold,” she says, sitting up straight, the towel wrapped around her chest and falling down to her lap, hiding her from me.
A laugh spills out past my lips.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, almost pouting.
“You hide from me when the only way to help you is by touching you, letting me see all of you.”
“I know.” Her cheeks are bright pink. “But… but I need time. Everything’s happening so fast, and you’re my first. Hell!” She glances down, one hand holding the towel, the other playing in the water, rushing up the sides of her legs.
I see her writhing, her lips tight, and it’s obvious she’s trying to suppress the desire flaring through her. Moving closer, I reach over, tucking my fingers under her chin and tilting her head back.
“You don’t need to be shy around me. I’m drawn to every inch of you. Do you know how hard I’m working not to leap into the tub with you? How desperate I am to press my mouth to your pussy to really taste you?”
Gasping, her eyes on mine, something different flashes over her face—acceptance. She takes my hand, her grip firm yet trembling, the struggle in her gaze deepening, and gradually slides it up her inner thighs.
Heat radiates from between them, so much fire, and even with cold water rushing up between her spreading legs, I feel the slick on her inner thighs.
“Here,” she says as my fingers reach her soft pussy lips. My breathing’s racing. “This is where it aches so much.”
She’s so fucking innocent that I want to rip that towel and the rest of her clothes off her with my teeth and lick her everywhere. I want my face buried in her pussy so I can take her scent down to my lungs to fill myself with her.
“D-Does this mean we’re going to have sex?” she asks.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” My fingers brush over the seam of her crease, feeling the heavy slick she’s releasing… She’s so ready for Alphas to fuck her hard.
Heavy breaths rush from her parting lips. “I-I…” She blinks at me, and a confident look crosses her face. I watch her whimpering as she fights the waves of arousal rushing through her body. Waiting for her, I swear I’m losing blood from my face because it’s all gone down to my cock.
She suddenly peels the towel from her lap, and she’s naked up to her waist. As she pushes the towel out of the tub, I take in how her hard nipples press against the fabric of her shirt. The feel of her pussy on my fingertips leaves me with bated breath, especially when she bends, lifts her legs, and spreads them as much as the tub will allow.
It feels as though I’ve been struck by lightning, my gaze falling to the thin line of light hair that leads me to where my fingers are pushing open her lower lips.
“I adore that you’re not completely shaved. I find that so damn sexy.”
She moans as I take in that tight little hole I’m teasing and her dusty pink pussy. I’m not strong around Danica, not when she’s in front of me, teasing me, opening herself up for me, showing me everything she has.
I’m shuddering on the inside, pre-cum already spilling from my cock at the thought of slipping into her tight hole.
She’s studying me, watching me as I stare at her. My head is light as if I’m drunk, high on her scent. Her body swallows me.
She’s rocking her hips slightly, wanting me to push into her.
“Do you think others will hear us?” she whispers.
Right now, with how worked up she has me, there’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t give to claim her as mine. And I don’t give a fuck what anyone else outside hears. I left Jasper and Reed to entertain the crowd with instrumental songs, something to distract them from coming to search for Danica and me. I can still hear the tunes playing.
Without another word, I push a finger into her.
She moans and reclines in the tub, her nipples harder, calling to me.
“Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you.”
“What if all I want tonight is your fingers?” She’s holding onto the edge of the tub.
I’m struggling to keep my shit together as her pussy constricts around my finger, sucking it back in each time I pull out in my quickening thrusts. I can’t stop imagining it being my cock.
“Then it’s yours.” Inhaling her perfume of lavender and mandarin, it invades me. I slip a second finger into her, and she groans, her eyes closing as she moves her hips against each of my thrusts.
“I like that.”
“Good, then lift your shirt and show me your tits. I’m dying to see all of you.”
There’s no hesitation. She tugs up her shirt and her bra, so her heavy breasts fall out. Their rosy, pink peaks are pebble-hard. I’m salivating to suck on them. My gaze follows the tapering of her waist, her stomach going down to where I want to be.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
She blushes as I thrust into her faster. Water sloshes up and down her body, and I love watching the water rolling down her jiggling breasts.
With my free hand, I reach down and unzip my pants, needing release as I remain kneeling, pressed up against the side of the bathtub. I pull my cock out, the desperate ache pulsing deep inside me as I pleasure her, watching her naked body respond to me.
Her bouncing tits have me captivated with raw, carnal hunger. I wrap my hand around my cock, palming the flesh with each thrust into her. She’s writhing, trembling under my touch. Her pussy’s swollen from her arousal, and it’s torture to not take those lips into my mouth and suck on them.
“Fuck, you’re ruining me,” I mutter.
Her breaths grow shallow, eyes opening, but I doubt she heard me. Her gaze is hazy, and she’s so encapsulated in riding my fingers. Whimpering, she sticks her breasts out and purrs. I know exactly what my Omega needs…
Breaths sawing out of me, I tug on my cock, while pausing to push a third finger into her.
Her eyes widen.
“Sometimes, one way to help with the pain if you’re not ready for my cock and knotting, is to intensify the ache.”
“That doesn’t sound right,” she murmurs, but she’s shaking, the look on her face ravenous.
That hunger thunders inside me, a cruel need that I bat away to bring her the closure she needs. She smells so inviting, but fuck, she’s tight. She lifts her hips as if to help me, and I wriggle in a third finger, which I’ve only managed to get the tip in.
“Relax, sweetheart.”
I can’t get enough of staring at her pussy, so engorged, drenched from the bath, and spread from my fingers forcing her wider.
She’s moaning louder as I slowly push more into her. Her knuckles turn white while holding the edges of the tub. Suddenly, she swings her legs out to hang over the tub. The one on my side is inches from whacking me in the face. Then she’s there, spread for me.
The torture of my need is growing, my cock so hard in my hand, I’m about to burst. I’m leaking all over my hand at the sight of three fingers pushing into her, seeing her stretched.
I can’t get enough, can’t look away. This image will be engraved on my brain. I might be crazy, but at that moment, I know I can’t lose her. It’s the pheromones talking, but I don’t give a fuck.
I’ll make this little Omega mine—even if she doesn’t realize it yet.
I listen to her growing moans. How wet she’s becoming brings me to my knees… literally. I let go of my straining cock, knowing I’ll burst if I don’t, and I have other plans set in my mind that I can’t resist.
She squeezes down on my fingers. She’s thrashing, and I can’t stop staring at her. My hips are trusting as if it’s my cock inside of her, not my fingers. Her moans escalate, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. I press my thumb to her swollen clit and move it in tight circles.
“Let yourself go, sweetheart,” I urge.
Suddenly, her body tenses as her pussy squeezes my fingers. She cries out, and I know with the music still thundering out the balcony, no one will hear her. Her release spills onto my hand as her orgasm hits hard.
She shudders, her back arching as she convulses.
“Shit,” I murmur. “I will never get enough of seeing you come undone.”
My balls tighten. I’m about to burst. Pulling out of her, I climb to my feet fast, her slick cream still sticking to my hand despite the bath water.
I’m standing over her, cock in hand.
“Open up,” I tell her.
I expect her to be shocked, to push me away, but aside from her wide eyes at seeing the mass of my cock, she leans in toward me eagerly.
“That’s my good girl.” Resting a knee on the edge of the tub, she edges in closer and slips her mouth over the tip of my cock.
I hiss when she takes me deeper. She’s still shaking, still coming from her orgasm as if it’s going on forever. I want to be inside her. I’ll take her mouth for now, but next time, I’ll fuck that tight cunt.
Her eyes are huge, staring up at me as I push deeper into her mouth. I comb my hand through her hair and fist it at the back of her head to keep her in place. Her tongue runs the length of my shaft as she takes me deeper.
I’ve been barely holding on, so when I hit the back of her throat, I lose my shit. I grunt as I come so hard, I’m rocking where I stand.
Her hand is against my thigh as she steadies herself while she takes me.
I release her and rub her throat gently to help her.
“That’s it, take all of me, swallow my cum. Suck down on my cock.”
She’s taking it, her throat working, not once choking.
Oh, fuck. She’s stunning, fucking sexy. Thoughts of all the ways I’m going to slam into her rush over me. Her moans of pleasure at having my huge cock shoved into her mouth triggers my arousal to another level. She slithers a hand between her thighs, rubbing her pussy with hunger.
I’m still coming, pumping every last drop into her, as though my cock is producing extra just for her. I want her filled.
As she’s sucking down on me hard, her hand is working on herself overtime. I’m jealous of that hand. It should be my mouth licking it all up, my tongue wriggling between her folds.
Then she tenses, her body shuddering, her thighs clenching.
Finishing my pumping, I draw out of her mouth with a popping sound, and she collapses in the tub, gasping for air. She licks her lips, staring up at me, batting her eyes.
“Why does it feel so good when I come?” she whispers, her eyelids growing heavy, her lips curling upward, still floating on euphoria. “And did you know your cum tastes a bit like ginger? It’s so good.”
“How are you feeling now?” I gasp for breath, far from being sated. Fucking her all night would come close to filling my need.
“Better. Like I can breathe again.” She drags the towel over her lap to cover herself, and I fucking adore her innocence.
Suddenly, I’m leaning in and kissing her, unable to get enough. She trembles against me, and I know if I don’t stop, I’ll have her pinned beneath me in seconds, fucking her, knotting in her. So, I pull back.
“Let’s get you dried before they send a witch hunt for us,” I joke, grabbing a new towel to clean myself and one for her as she climbs out of the tub and removes her wet skirt. Once I’m tucked back into my pants, I’m still partially hard. I need more, but not now. I wrap the towel around her shoulders, and dry her arms.
“It’ll be easier if you take the shirt off, too,” I suggest, seeing her tugging it down from where it was bunched up just above her gorgeous breasts.
“I don’t have anything else to wear.” Her comment doesn’t make sense since I’ve seen her naked, so I’m not sure why she’s resisting. I put it down to stress. There’s worry in her voice, and I step back as she wraps her towel around herself.
“I’ll be back. I’ll bring you something to wear from my mom’s wardrobe.”
Crossing the room, I’m torn about how intoxicating a spell she has over me. We’ve just met, yet I can’t help but be reminded that when an Alpha and Omega clash together like an explosion, their passion will be so fierce, so demanding, it will destroy them if they don’t end up together.
Is that what’s happening here?
At the door, I glance over my shoulder at the adorable blonde Omega who’s just turned our world inside out. I have no idea what’s going to happen next, but we have to find a way to make it work.