Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
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She finally understands why Omegas lose their minds and go feral for their Alpha.
Nothing has felt like this before, and he’s only put his fingers inside her.
Her silicone knots are nothing compared to an Alpha’s touch.
Cole worked her body like he knew her for years, not days.
When she finally comes down from her orgasmic high, she notices the mess she’s left on him.
“Oh,” she gasps, sitting up as Cole grins down at her. “I can get a towel?—”
But his icy eyes burn into hers as he slowly brings each soaked finger to his mouth, tasting her juices.
Her mouth falls open, and she sucks in a breath as he groans.
“Exquisite,” he murmurs. “I could live off your taste. ”
Surely, he’s joking.
Her other partners had never wanted to taste her down there, yet Cole sucks his fingers dry as if he’s a man starved.
It’s a mesmerizing sight.
But reality comes crashes down as she sees the marks on her arms, and she scrambles for a blanket to cover herself with.
Orgasms or not, she still can’t help but notice the grotesque scars on her skin.
Cole notices her movements and frowns.
“Baby. Stop.”
But Bree’s breath comes out shaky, and panic grips her as she reaches for the blankets, ready to wrap it around herself.
“ Stop. ”
The Alpha’s harsh warning makes her freeze despite the urge to hide .
His hands cup her face as he pushes his forehead against hers. “It’s me,” he whispers. “It’s just me. You don’t have to hide.”
She clutches at his firm shoulders, vaguely aware that she’s ruining the mood with her insecurities.
“Don’t shut down,” he murmurs, his voice soft. “I’m here. I’m here .”
Not forever , she thinks, but she knows that argument won’t end well. Unless he has some grand plan to follow her back to Holden, all of this is temporary.
Still, it’s nice to pretend.
She holds on to his scent, the essence grounding her, as his hand strokes her hair. A rumble sounds in his chest, and his purr instantly calms her.
“My mother would like you,” she murmurs, and he chuckles.
“Is that so?”
“You’re persistent. ”
“I’m nothing if not persistent.”
“Difficult.”
“If you say so.”
“And hell-bent on giving me more attention than any other man has.”
He growls. “Mention another man while you’re in bed with me again and I may have to go on a killing spree.”
She freezes, the malice in his tone terrifying. But he continues his purring, so she lets it slide.
He’s exaggerating, of course.
Eventually, she wraps her arms around his neck, no longer desperately clutching at his shoulders, and kisses him.
It’s slow and sweet, different from the kisses when his fingers were buried in her. His lips are soft against hers and he tastes minty with a hint of her sweet slick mixed in.
The kisses turn deeper, and he helps pull her tank top all the way off, leaving her in just her lacy bra. She unclasps it as they kiss, exposing her naked breasts to him, nipples jutting out and desperate for attention.
When he sees them, he groans, the sound going straight to her cunt. “ Fuck ,” he hisses, his hand palming one. She gasps at the sensation, arching her back to give him better access. “Look at these.”
He pulls at her waist and maneuvers them so he’s on his back and she’s on top of him, her bare, soaked cunt pressed against the hardness in his pants.
Even through his clothes, she can tell his cock is massive.
“That’s right,” he pants, looking up at her as he plays with each breast. “Drip that pretty pussy all over me. Make a mess, sweetheart.”
Shyness forgotten, she shamelessly arches her back and grinds against his clothed erection, working her naked body against him. His fingers pinch each nipple, pulling and slapping as she bounces haphazardly on him .
She wonders if she can come just from the sheer friction of rutting against him
“Tell me how it feels,” he commands, pulling a sensitive nipple hard enough that she yelps.
“Good,” she breathes. “I’m close again…”
“You’re going to come just from this? Just from feeling my cock against you?”
She may be on top, but she knows she’s not the one in control. She’s drunk on his words, knowing that she would do anything he asked of her.
“Yes, fuck, yes …”
His hand goes to her waist, and he pushes her down against him as he lifts his hips, her cunt sliding back and forth on the outline of his cock obscenely.
“Keep bouncing. Give me a show. Play with those perky tits,” he commands, “and show me what you do when you’re alone.”
She pushes her breasts together as she squeezes them, running her palms over her overly sensitive nipples until she can’t take it anymore, and her release builds in her.
She closes her eyes and lets out a scream, so loud she’s sure the other cabin residents must hear it, as she soaks the front of Cole’s pants.
“Oh, fuck yes ,” he growls. “Yes, just like fucking that. Let me feel that pretty cunt soak me. Fuck, I knew you were perfect.”
She can’t stop coming, and her throat burns from crying out in pleasure.
When she can’t keep herself upright any longer, she collapses against him, and he strokes her hair.
“I’ve never…” she pants. “I…”
She doesn’t know what to tell him. How does she explain that she’s never orgasmed that hard or that many times? How does she tell him that she likes this far too much and she’s going to be devastated when it’s over?
For a moment, she imagines what it would be like if they were mated.
She lets the thought go as quickly as it came—it’s a foolish, ridiculous idea.
Cole rolls them onto their side, slinging one arm around her waist and pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. He spoons her, and she snuggles against his naked chest, her back against.
“We’re filthy,” she breathes, and he chuckles.
“I’ll clean us up in a bit,” he promises, brushing away a damp lock of hair. But his obvious erection presses against her ass, and her eyes widen as she turns her head.
“Wait, you didn’t…” she tries to reach back to touch him, but he gently grabs her wrist.
“Later,” he says.
She frowns. “You can’t be serious. You didn’t finish, don’t you want?—”
“Baby, I could give a fuck less right now. I wanted to feel your cunt clench around my fingers, and it did, multiple times. I wanted you to scream so loud the entire town knew you belonged to me, and you did. My cock can wait.”
She huffs out a laugh, the absurdity of his words delighting her. It assuages any guilt she has, and she settles against him, breathing in his scent and closing her eyes.
His purr increases, calming her inner Omega. When she opens her eyes again, the sun is setting. She’s clean, the bedding is changed, and Cole is setting at her desk fully clothed and peering down at her, his expression soft. Against the backdrop of the Green Woods sunset, he’s stunning, stealing her breath as she gazes at him.
She realizes she would be happy to wake up to this more than once .
“Hey,” she says groggily. “Were you watching me sleep?”
He shrugs and grins. “Guilty.”
An alarm bell rings distantly in her head, but she’s so comfortable under the warm blankets that she ignores it. “Some people would call that creepy behavior, you know. Borderline stalking.”
“If admiring your beauty is stalking, it looks like I’m going to prison for a long time.”
She flushes. “You’re insane.”
He shrugs. “I’ve been called worse.” He turns his attention to the succulent on the desk, eyeing it curiously. “A gift?” He touches the lilac leaves delicately, running the pad of his finger along them.
“From the gardening club in my town. I did an article about them, and they gave me one as a thank you. I don’t know the first thing about plants, though.”
“Good thing you have a succulent then. They’re almost impossible to kill.”
“That’s what the president of the club said. I’m just happy they liked the article.”
He stares at the plant almost longingly, and she frowns at his expression. “You’re a good person, you know,” he says quietly.
She blinks. “What?”
“You enjoy telling other people’s stories. And it’s not just because it’s your job—you do it because it brings them joy. It’s an admirable quality.”
Her instinct is to argue with him, but he turns to her, and the retort dies on her tongue. “People do terrible things every day, all with selfish intent. But you found a way to make a living by giving others a voice.”
“It’s a gardening club, Cole,” she argues weakly. “And my next article is probably going to be about a local cheese maker. ”
She wants to bury under the blankets and hide from him. No one has ever given her praise for what she does, besides Carl. But…never like this.
No one has said what she does is admirable . She has the frightening urge to cry, and she quickly blinks back tears.
She’s going to miss him when she leaves.
“Right, but why are you in Green Woods?” he asks softly, leaning close as she props herself up on the pillows. “Maybe you also try to see the humanity in monsters. Isn’t that why you’re interviewing that doctor? To see what he thinks about what happened to Erik and Ellie?”
She nods. “I just want to hear what he has to say. I think their story is…unique.”
He grins knowingly, delight in his eyes. “You want to see the humanity in Erik. You’re hoping maybe he’s more than just a killer. That Ellie went with him willingly .”
There’s something off about his tone, something that makes a chill run down her spine. “I told you that, yes,” she says softly. “What are you getting at?”
He remains silent a little too long, then he shakes his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Nothing,” he murmurs. “Just an observation.” He leans forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I must leave you for tonight, my love. I’ve been away from work for too long.”
My love. The words make her heart flip and her skin flush. Her scent must spike, too, because he grins wolfishly before kissing her. “I’ll have to start calling you that more often,” he murmurs against her lips. “I thought you already knew.”
Her head spins, unable to formulate a proper response.
“No more wandering the town by yourself,” he warns her. “You either go with me or Darlene.”
She vaguely wonders how he knows she’s been spending time with the other Omega. But she’s tired, and those questions can wait until later .
“Also,” he presses another kiss to her lips. “I unblocked my number. That wasn’t very nice, Bree.”
She frowns. “Wait. You did what ? How?”
“I mean it,” he adds, ignoring her protest. “No more wandering around alone. You never know who could be out there.”
She blinks. “But?—”
“Go back to sleep,” he whispers as he cups her face. “You’ll need rest for the next time I see you.”
There’s an undertone of a command in his voice, and it’s all too easy to close her eyes. She leans back against the pillow, and he covers her with the blankets, pulling them all the way up to her chin.
It isn’t until she hears him close her bedroom door that she remembers she never told him about her latest encounter with Eugene.