Slick (The Grayverse #1)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“I’ll give you anything you want, Omega.”

Rowan seems to swell as the vow leaves his lips, his spine straightening and his shoulders broadening. His eyes never stray from mine as he gets to his feet, and he towers over me, even though he’s only a few inches taller. He’s still wearing the collar and cuff, but instead of feeling in control, I fight the urge to slither to my belly at his feet. “Do you want me to put on my boots?”

The Highway Patrol boots?

I don’t hide my shiver, nodding frantically. “In fact, can you wear the whole uniform?”

His closet in the trailer was packed with beautiful clothes, but his ‘costumes’, as he called them, captivated my attention. The guards and the collectors wore uniforms at the center, but they never made me feel like this .

My mouth is dry as I watch him grab the suitcase he left near the door and carry it back to the sofa. Since we’re connected by a chain and leash, I’m drawn with him, but even without these bonds between us, I know I’d follow him anywhere. Especially when he unzips his case and pulls out his uniform. Along with the leather boots, there are fitted cream pants and a navy short-sleeved shirt with a gold Highway Patrol badge pinned above the pocket. He takes a heavy black belt from the suitcase and holds it up. “You want it all, Omega?”

I nod, sitting back on my heels to watch him pull off his shirt and step out of his jeans. His boxers are black and tight, crested by a thin trail of golden hair. We get a little tangled in the chain as he pulls on the new clothes, but he fixes it with a smirk, and then he’s standing before me, resplendent in his tight-fitting uniform. I drag my gaze from the tips of his long, polished boots to the swoop of his bronze hair, my mouth flooding with moisture. I give a soft moan of appreciation as I gaze up at him, glad I’m already so close to the ground.

“Are they real?” I ask, pointing to the screen where the fireman is now gripping Rowan’s hips, his knot pushing for entry against the smooth curve of his butt. The alpha is grunting, soft cries falling from Rowan’s lips as he squirms in his hold. The other alphas are petting him and stroking themselves as they watch, their equipment jutting out eagerly in his direction. It’s a lot to look at all at once, and heat prickles all over my skin. “Are they your pack?”

“A construction boss, fireman, and an MC outlaw? No, in porn it’s all make-believe. They’re actors, wearing costumes, and to be honest, I barely know their names.” He shuffles his feet as he stares at the screen. “But their knots are real. So is my slick, although we also used lube for this film, because I wasn’t really in heat.”

“But it would be different for us.” He looks at me curiously, and I drop my gaze, running a finger up the side of his gleaming boot. “I know you’re not an alpha or a policeman, but I’m really in heat. And when I take your knot, we wouldn’t be acting, would we?”

“No, we wouldn’t.” He reaches past me for the remote, turning off the screen and tossing it on the coffee table. The silence fills the room, and as much as I liked seeing Rowan being taken care of by his alphas, I like this even better. All of his attention is on me, the only sounds our breathing and the clink of the chain stretched between us. “This is real for me, sweetheart, and whatever you want, I’ll do it. I want this to be a heat you remember forever.”

His husky words are like a finger prodding me in the back and I scoot forward, wrapping my free hand around his boot. I run it up his slick calf, marveling at the smoothness of the leather, then brush it over the hard knot of his knee. When I reach his thigh, I rise up, my fingers digging into the tight muscle. The cream fabric is so tight I can see the outline of his equipment, and I can smell the musk of his seed mixed with the sweetness of his slick. I’ve never wanted to taste anything more, but I force my hand up higher, until I’m gripping the thick black belt. “Then take me into the bedroom, officer.”

He grins, reaching down to grab something from the box before he leads me into the adjoining room. I’m vaguely aware of the plush surroundings, the air subtly scented with vanilla and the lights dimmed to a golden sheen, but my gaze is glued to Rowan as he stops in front of the bed. “This is your nest, Omega,” he says with a glance down at the patterned comforter. “It’s your space, and you can use it any way you want.”

He said the same thing about his body, and I realize he’s reminding me that I’m in control. He might be wearing a uniform of authority, but I hold the leash to his collar in my hand. For someone who has always followed rules imposed by others, it’s heady to be in charge, and my scent thickens around me, so potent it makes his nostrils flare.

“Sit on the bed,” I tell him, my voice catching in my throat.

He doesn’t hesitate, the thick leather belt creaking as he lowers himself to the edge. His knees are parted, but I nudge them wider, my hands landing on his shoulders as I step in close. The cuff chain is long enough for him to grip my hip, and I bite my lip as I stare down into his perfect face. “I want to taste you, like those alphas did.”

The truth is, I’ve wanted to taste him since I climbed on his lap in the trailer, and he made me repeat the words: My body is mine. My pleasure is mine. My slick is mine.

Old habits are hard to break, though, and my hands tighten on his shoulders. “Is that okay? I don’t want to be like Luscious, stealing your slick….”

The growl that leaves his lips feels almost as good as the way his fingers dig into my waist. “You’re nothing like her, Diana. And tasting me isn’t stealing, not when I want it so much I’m jumping out of my skin.”

A tremor of pleasure rolls through me at the needy edge in his voice. “And it really doesn’t matter if I have an uncontained deposit?”

Rowan’s eyes narrow, his gaze fierce as he leans forward and kisses me below my breasts. “I’m planning on flooding these sheets, Omega. I want the room dripping in so much of our slick and cum, the reception staff are gonna wonder if the penthouse pool has sprung a leak.”

I gape at him, a strangled laugh breaking free. “Is that what a heat is like?”

“Only if we do it right.”

I think he’s joking, but I can’t resist leaning down and kissing each sharp cheekbone, my nose stroking along his until I arrive at his lips. I trace the shape of his mouth with my tongue, licking up his sweet cherry flavor. The bottom lip is slightly thicker than the top and I suck it into my mouth, biting gently on the soft flesh. “You taste so good.”

“You taste good, too,” he groans, pushing into my mouth and tangling his tongue with mine. I hum at the sensation, my knees growing weak as he deepens the kiss. It’s slow and hungry, and I cling to his shoulders, wondering how I’ll survive the next three days if he keeps making me feel like this. I’m pretty sure he can hear my heart hammering in my chest, because he pulls back with a wicked smirk. “Ready for more, Omega?”

At my nod, his thumbs hook into the waistband of my pants, but I catch his wrists, directing them to my shoulders. He cocks a brow, but his questions are answered as I drop to my knees, my fingers digging into his thighs. The scent of musk and leather swirls around me and I groan, burying my face in the tight cotton of his pants.

“You sure, sweetheart?” His voice sounds conflicted, and when I look up at him, his face is flushed. “I’m supposed to be looking after you…”

I reach up and tug on the leather belt. “Aren’t I in charge? Well, I want to taste you first.”

He nods, flicking the buckle and loosening his belt. I watch, entranced, as he unzips his pants, peeling them down to the tops of his thighs. It leaves him in the tight boxers, and I lick my lips, eager for more. “Can I see your equipment?”

He bites off a laugh, lifting his hips in my direction. “Be my guest.”

I shuffle forward, humming at the invitation. As my fingers brush the skin of his waist, I pull back in shock. The dusting of golden hairs is silky soft, but his skin is blistering hot. “You’re not in heat?”

“Nope.” He grins at me, sucking in a breath as I inch the cotton down over his hipbones. “Just in furnace-level lust.” I smile back at him, peeling them down to catch on his pants, and he lifts his feet. “Want me to take my boots off?”

“No!” I wrap my hands protectively around his leather-clad calves. “Keep them on.”

He smirks, but his face goes slack as I turn my attention to his equipment. It’s not as big as an alpha’s, but it’s as pretty as it looked on the screen, with a long shaft and pink head. As I lean forward for a closer look, Rowan groans, and a drop of golden fluid appears at the tiny slit in the head. “Slick?” I ask, mesmerized by the sight.

“Pre-cum,” he murmurs back, his voice low and scratchy. “Slick comes from my… ah, my butt.”

I look at him in admiration. “No wonder you won awards for your butt.”

He gives another of those strangled laughs, but he goes quiet as I lean forward and lick the bead away. There’s a hint of salt along with the sweet and I look at him curiously. “Do you make more?”

“Yeah, lots more.”

“And it’s okay if I swallow it?”

“Sweetheart, you can have whatever you want.”

Reassured, I lean in and lick again, circling the silky head with my tongue. I gather up more of the golden drops, and his shaft jerks when I take it in my hands. It’s hot like the rest of him, but damp at the base, and I brush my hand lower, surprised to feel how wet he is between his cheeks. “This is slick?”

“Yeah. Shit. Are you going to…?” His question breaks off as I suck my fingers into my mouth, moaning at the taste. I like his pre-cum, but his slick is delicious , and I dip my hand back for more. His shaft pulses against my cheek and I catch the ruddy head in my mouth, sucking hungrily as I search for his slick. “Oh, damn. That feels so good.”

I hum at his approval, licking and sucking his shaft until I can coat my fingers in more of his slick. The mixture is heady, and I gulp him down, thrilled by the tremble I can feel in his thighs. His hands are gripping the comforter, his hips rocking gently, and every time I meet his gaze, his eyes burn into mine. It makes my core throb, and I press forward, taking his equipment deep into my throat until his groan rattles his chest. The shaft thickens, pre-cum flooding my mouth, and I suck harder, wanting to catch every drop.

When his hand comes down on my head, pushing me back a little, I look up at him through hazy eyes. “Sweetheart, I love that so much, but if we don’t stop, I won’t get a chance to knot you.”

My thighs clench as I look at the alpha knot on the bed beside him. I want more of his slick, but I definitely don’t want to miss out on that.

I pull back with a reluctant nod, skimming my fingers over his boots as he kicks them off. He removes his pants and boxers, flashing me a glimpse of his slick-damp butt. He hesitates, but then a cheeky smile cracks his face, and he sits down and pulls the boots back on. I gulp at the sight, and he grins down at me, his equipment so hard and red, my mouth waters. “Want to ride my boot?”

I look at him in confusion and he flexes his hard leather toes. “Take off your pants, Omega, and sit on my shoe.”

I can’t stop the whimper that leaves my lips, but I’m already stripping down, my thighs so wet an apology hovers on my lips. Rowan must catch it, because he cups my cheek. “You don’t have to feel bad about any of this. Whatever we do, it’s only to make you feel good.”

I nod, my hand gripping his as I lower myself over the tip of his boot. It feels strange at first, cold and rigid against my soft flesh, but as I wiggle to get comfortable, pleasure shoots up my spine. “That’s your clit, sweetheart,” Rowan murmurs, flexing his toes again and sending another zap down my spine. “You can grind your sweet nub on the leather until you’re nice and loose.”

I moan at his instruction, gripping his thigh as I rub against his boot. It doesn’t soften in the least, but the leather grows warm and slippery under me, and I gasp as I look down between my thighs. There’s something so exciting about using his big, powerful boot like this, and I cry out as a wave of pleasure swallows me whole.

I ride it, like he told me to, the room fading away as I wrap my hands around his leg and surrender to the sensation. Pulses of pleasure shake me to my swollen core, and I rub my breasts against the hard seam of his boot. The perfume of my slick mixes with the musky scent of leather and Rowan’s cookie sweetness. I’m not sure how long I hold him like that, but his pupils are blown wide when I finally look up into his face.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, his breath whooshing out of his chest as he bends down and hooks me under the arms. I feel like a dollop of warm honey as he pulls me up his body, scooting back until we’re lying on the bed. I press my hot face against his neck, but I can’t resist peeking down at his boot, a smug smile forming at the way it gleams with my juices. “I got you all messy.”

“You did,” he smirks, licking up a drop of sweat on my collarbone. “You marked me, Omega.”

I like the sound of that, but I like the way he strokes his equipment more. “Will you teach me other things? All the names for all the parts? And what feels good, even though I’d never think to try it?”

He drops a kiss on my nose, then dips lower, licking inside my mouth like he can’t get enough. “I’ll teach you whatever you want to know, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” He probably doesn’t realize why this means so much to me. Taking care of me is one thing, but teaching me how to ask for what I want is so much more. “Will you show me how to fit the knot?”

He swallows hard, picking up the plastic ring and pressing it into my hands. “It’s not tricky. You just push the head through the hole and slide it down.”

It might be simple, but that doesn’t mean it’s not exciting, especially given the way his shaft throbs as I thread it through the knot. I can’t resist sucking on the plump head a little more, and Rowan leans back on his hands, his hips twitching off the bed. “In case I forget to tell you, this is the hottest heat of my life, Diana.”

I blink at him, my heart fluttering in my chest. The soft smile on his lips calls to me, and I hook a leg over his hips, pressing him against the bed until my mouth hovers over his. “Really?”

“The hottest.”

Our lips slide together, more of a caress than a kiss. But then a wave of heat surges through me, flowing through my body and tightening every muscle. I groan, caught on the taut wire between pleasure and pain, and maybe some of that passes like a current into Rowan, because he grips me hard. The tenderness fades from our kiss, our mouths grinding together as his hand tightens on my hip. “You’re peaking, sweetheart. That’s your heat taking over.”

I’m too caught up in the bursts of sweet pain to reply. I’m sizzling on the outside, but inside I’m empty, the lonely clenching of my channel making me cry out. Rowan makes soothing sounds, but his hands move quickly, positioning me over his lap. I feel something hard poking between my folds, and then he’s jerking his hips and filling me in a single thrust. Bliss follows in his wake, and I clench down with another cry. “Rowan!”

“Yours, Omega.” He doesn’t move for a moment, but I arch my back, impatient, and he gives a breathy laugh. “Want another ride, sweet Diana?”

I think he means his boot until he grips my waist, slowly easing me up and down his shaft. I realize it’s what he did in his film, and pleasure ripples over my skin, making my toes curl into the comforter. The only difference is now he’s thrusting up into me and I’m the one dancing like a flame as I ride his knot.

It’s hard not to think of Kane in that moment, every sweet clench a reminder of how well he filled me. But Rowan’s equipment is just as addicting, and I cry out as his knot pushes past my rim. It’s cool like his boot, but so much more pliable, swelling to fill me with each delicious thrust.

“That’s it, beautiful. Take every inch of me.”

I ride harder, the flutter inside me building to ripples and then waves. Rowan is groaning, his scent intoxicating as he grinds us together, and I tear another kiss from his gasping lips. He garbles something into my mouth, and then his seed is pulsing inside me, flooding my channel and making lights burst behind my eyes.

“Diana?”

Is it any wonder I think I’ve imagined him? I’m so soaked in pleasure, I have to blink through damp lashes at the vision in the doorway. “Dex!”

My heart pounds as I drink him in – tired and strained, but safe and whole. But then the reality of the situation crashes down on me and I shrink into Rowan’s arms, tears burning my eyes. “I’m so, so sorry I left you, Dex.”