65. Clara
Clara
When I wake up, all of the alphas are gone but one. Their scents linger, but I clearly overslept. Sun streams in from the window, pouring over the bed.
“Oh my God!” I yell, scrambling for my phone to call my cousin.
“It’s okay, Spook.”
The alpha next to me purrs. Victor. I look back and freeze. Hot lava melts in my core, races down to my pussy, and slicks my thighs at the sight.
His hair is disheveled but not like mine in the morning. It’s the kind of bedhead you only see on models in shampoo ads.
“It’s okay?” I repeat, my brain momentarily blinking offline.
“Yeah. Bram called Bax, and Bax said to take a day or two—or five. That guy is a nice alpha. Maybe next barbecue I’ll stick around and not be such an ass.”
He chuckles at his own self-deprecation, but my brain has already moved on from the hair to his delicious collarbone, hard-but-pliant pecs, and abs I’m itching to run my fingers over. Because this alpha is in nothing but boxers, and I deeply regret not seeing the strip that got him here.
Damn my tired body.
He follows my line of sight and chuckles. I’m still in my dress from the night before, though my shoes and bangles have been removed.
“There something you’d like to see more of?” he asks. “You’re allowed to touch. Everything you can see is yours.”
God , that’s a heady feeling.
I tentatively reach out and run my hands through his tousled hair.
His surprised laugh is genuine. “That’s not where I thought you’d go first, but I’ll take it.”
I raise an eyebrow. “And where exactly did you think this was going?” I bait.
He smiles, all teeth, and suddenly flips me so I’m straddling his cloth-covered cock. It’s already hard beneath me. I perfume, and he moans. It's a glorious sound I can’t wait to hear again.
I roll my hips over him, languid and slow…
then freeze. His cock is long and hard, definitely a concern in the Will it fit?
department, but that’s now been compounded.
Because as I rolled, giving myself some much-needed friction against my aching clit, I felt several round metal items roll between us as well.
A low purr rises from his chest. It stutters at first, like it’s never been used, but when it catches, it’s warm and low and perfect. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard Victor purr, and I want to snuggle down into it.
“I promise, they won’t hurt,” he says.
You’d think the word “hurt” would dissuade my omega, but the crazy bitch just preens for him.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. We can wait. If you don’t like the idea, I could remove them.”
My omega whines at that idea, and it slips out. His eyes fly wide, and I am mortified.
“Or not,” he laughs.
I swat his chest.
I lean down, capturing his lips with mine. He cups the back of my neck and squeezes. His lip ring adds delicious texture while his tongue ring bobs up into my mouth, scraping along my tongue in a way that makes my core shiver with anticipation thinking about how he might use it on my clit.
Mor e slick pours out, soaking my panties through to his boxers. He moans as the heat spills over his cock.
“Spooky Girl, if you want to wait, tell me now.” His gruff voice has an edge of alpha dominance. Like he’s just holding on.
Instead of answering, I roll my hips, and his growl could tear down the house.
He leans up and rips my dress over my head. His eyes go wide. He’s clearly let his alpha get the better of him.
“I’m sorry, I’ll try—”
I cut him off with a finger to his lips. “I don’t want you to hold back. I don’t want you soft or polite. I want you exactly as you are. I’ll tell you if it’s too much, but if I don’t say anything, I’m fine.”
His pupils grow, eyes going black. His low purr deepens into a growl as he appraises my body.
He leans up, sliding both palms from the small of my back up my spine and into the ends of my hair, pulling just enough to tilt my head back.
He takes advantage of my exposed throat, licking up the column until he reaches my pulse point.
I moan, and he swirls his tongue before unhooking my bra and letting the material fall between us.
My nipples are already hard from his attention, and every squeeze, every twist between his thumb and forefinger sends bolts of electricity straight to my pulsing clit.
He flips me so I’m on my back, grinding his cock into my heated pussy, slicking the material between us further. Then he does something I wasn’t expecting. He reaches over the bed for the sheer scarf I’d worn the night before.
With one hand, Victor pulls up my right arm.
With the scarf hand, he pulls up the other.
His hot gaze pierces my soul, sending fire licking down my spine as he wraps the fabric around my wrists.
He’s waiting. Seeing if I’ll tell him no.
An d though my belly feels full of bats, it’s just as much exhilaration as nerves.
I perfume.
His teeth bare, and he loops the scarf through a sturdy facet in the headboard. “Say stop, and we break. No questions asked.”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak when the word will probably be “please” or “now”.
I test the bindings and they’re completely secure. He quirks an eyebrow as if to say Did you expect any less? I bite my lip, my gaze shooting to the massive bulge.
He kneels, wrapping a tattooed hand around his cock through his boxers and squeezing. The tattoos along his knuckles contract.
Victor steps off the bed and pushes his boxers down, letting them pool at his feet.
Tattoos cover him from chin to toes. A black snake curls up his inner thigh and around the base of his cock.
Metal glints along the length. A ladder of piercings climbs along the underside of his shaft to the tip, where two silver balls stick out from either side of the head.
I’ve never seen a pierced cock in my life.
Victor climbs back onto the bed, between my knees. He yanks down my lace underwear, places inked hands on my inner thighs, and pushes them apart.
“I wonder,” he says, licking the inside of my thigh, “if you’ll taste like the sweet apple pie you scent of.”
Before I can answer, his tongue passes over me, the metal ball rolling right over my clit. My back arches, waves of pleasure rolling through me. My walls contract on air, and I whimper.
“Victor!” I cry out, but he isn’t done. He swirls the ball over my clit again and again until my core tightens.
“ Victor, please,” I beg, wishing I could pull his face closer. His tongue fucks into me with the metal, and I shatter—legs shaking as he forces wave after wave from me.
When I come down, he kneels between my thighs and wipes his mouth. “My good omega, coming all over my tongue. The same way you’ll take what I give you and come all over my cock like a good girl. Won’t you?”
I nod, his filthy words winding me back up.
He braces over me, sucking a nipple into his mouth, swirling it with the piercing that was just in my cunt.
Instead of lining up with my pussy, he shifts upward until his cock is in front of my face. “Get my cock ready. Lick it.”
I tilt my head and take the head into my mouth. The silver balls are cool against my lips. Victor moans, gripping the headboard so hard the wood creaks.
I pop off, licking the underside and feeling the ridge of every bar before opening my mouth wide and taking him deeper. He fists my hair, helping me work him faster.
“God, omega, you suck me so good. Good girl, letting me fuck your mouth.”
I moan, and he hisses, pulling me off. “Do that again, and you’ll take my come in your mouth instead of where it belongs.”
Perfume rises around us.
He moves down, notching himself at my entrance. “You can take it. You’re going to take it all.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He pushes in. He was right, the piercings don’t hurt, but they touch places I didn’t know could be touched. Every thrust is electric.
Onc e he’s fully seated, I’m shaking, and he’s not much steadier. He withdraws and surges back, striking a rhythm that can’t last. I pull at my bindings, desperate to touch him.
“Victor, please, I’m so close.”
He hooks my left leg over his shoulder, hitting deeper, then tweaks my clit—and I shatter again. Every flutter of my pussy squeezes the unyielding metal of his piercings drawing out every pleasurable wave. He roars, knot popping in, spilling hot inside me.
Victor untangles us, careful not pull on the place where we'll be joined for an hour or more. He unties me, and inspects my wrists.
“I’m fine. You tie a good knot.”
Satisfied, he kisses my wrists. My heart squeezes.
“The guys are gonna kill me,” he says. “We’re supposed to go to the store. I think we’re gonna be late.”
I rest on his chest uncaring and slip back into a doze, my omega content that the pack is finally coming together.