29. Clara
Clara
Everything is so hot, and my core aches. Slick is making my underwear a pointless wet mess, and my skin is so sensitive that the brown sweater with little pink ghosts I chose to wear feels as stiff and itchy as wool. I can’t help but claw at the thing.
Big alpha hands close over mine.
“Let me help you, Ghost,” he murmurs, and through the heat haze, I remember we’re in a library, and anyone could hear us.
Bram strips the sweater off over my head, revealing the lacy pink camisole underneath. My hands have a mind of their own as they work the buttons of his collared shirt. Once it’s off, they slide over the planes of his chest, then down the ridges of his hard abs.
He lets me explore, smirking. “Like what you feel, Ghost?” he asks with a dark purr.
I whine, high. My omega is in charge, and she wants this alpha to know just how much she wants him.
I swing a leg over Bram, straddling his lap, and settle my core directly over the hard bulge in his pants. I let my full weight sink down. I can feel his cock pressing into me through layers of fabric.
His hand slides under my shirt and up my spine, unhooking my bra with practiced ease before lifting it and the camisole over my head. The cool air of the library hits my hot skin and sends goosebumps racing across my body. My nipples harden into stiff peaks under his intense gaze.
One of his strong arms wraps around my waist, pulling me closer. His free hand smooths up the underside of my breast, lifting it like an offering. I expect him to take it into his mouth, but instead, his expression turns serious.
“We’re in a library, little Ghost. I’m going to take this perfect pussy and give you what you need, but you have to follow the rules and be quiet. Understand?”
I nod, my body practically vibrating with need. The hollow between my legs pulses with emptiness. I grind my hips forward, pressing every inch of him into me through our clothes.
He groans low, and I smile into his handsome face.
“I thought we were meant to be keeping quiet,” I manage to tease, barely. My omega is clawing her way back to the surface.
Bram chuckles, a luscious, dangerous sound that sends shivers skittering down my spine. “Fair enough, little Ghost. We’ll both follow the rules, but if you break them, there will be consequences.”
Before I can ask what that means, he lifts me and sets me on the edge of the table. He stays seated, his hands sliding up my calves, over my knees, then around to grip my ass and the waistband of my leggings.
He tugs. I lift my hips, planting my feet on his knees for balance. He pulls my leggings and my soaked underwear off in one fluid motion and tosses them to the floor. Then he places a hand on each knee and gently, firmly, pulls them apart.
Heat flashes through me as his gaze lands on my bare, slick center. He looks at my pussy like a wolf eyeing a helpless rabbit. My clit pulses, begging for friction.
I start to lie back, but his growl stops me.
“You sit up and watch everything I do to this sweet cunt.”
My perfume blooms in the air, and I swear his pupils blow wide at the scent. He shakes his head and visibly reins himself in.
Bram kisses me, hot and hungry, and trails his mouth down my throat, over my collarbone, then lower.
His lips close around one nipple, his tongue swirling, sucking, and making my whole body tremble.
His left hand glides over my stomach and between my thighs.
Two fingers spread my folds, and then one slips between, teasing my clit in tight, devastating circles.
It takes everything in me not to moan. Years of not telling off rude customers at the diner finally pays off in the form of self control.
Pain tightens in my belly. The heat spike crests again. I need—
Bram’s finger plunges in, and I nearly sob from the relief.
His mouth moves to my other breast, and he looks up at me with tender eyes.
He withdraws his finger, then gently pushes me back onto the table. The sound of his belt buckle undoing sends shivers down my spine.
Taking my knees in his hands, he spreads me wide and then pushes them up until they’re near my elbows. I’m completely bared to him. My sex on display. His head dips, and then his tongue is on me, gliding over my folds before plunging into my core.
This time, I can’t hold back. A sharp omega whimper tears from my throat.
His chuckle vibrates through my core. “Oh, Ghost. I told you to be quiet, or there would be consequences.”
The thick head of his cock drags through my folds. I gasp.
“Hold these,” Bram commands. I wrap my hands around my knees, holding myself open as he fists his cock and lines it up with my entrance. "For your punishment you're not allowed to make a single noise as I fuck you. Understand?"
I n od, and have to bite my lip to keep from smiling. He’d explained that his alpha became a dominant asshole in the sheets. I explained that I’m here for it.
The first push is bliss. The sharp ache of my heat dissolves the moment he slides in. My eyes flutter closed.
“No. Look at me when I fuck you.”
His voice is carnal and deep, and the sound alone makes me gush slick all over his cock.
He pushes deeper, then deeper still. Each thrust ratchets the tension in my belly higher and higher. Keeping any noise from slipping out is agony and bliss. When he pinches my clit, hard, I tumble over the edge.
My orgasm crashes through me in waves, made more intense by his steady pounding. I’m still trembling when I feel his cock kick inside me, his release claiming me from the inside out.
His arms brace beside my head, and I lower my legs slowly, shaky from the blood rush and the aftershocks. He leans down to kiss me on the stomach, between my breasts, and finally, on my lips.
A sleepy sort of joy washes over me.
Heat spikes take it out of you.