Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
brEE
She’s surprised at how easily the words fall from her mouth.
Cole freezes, then he lets out a primal groan. “Fuck. You want to swallow me in this filthy basement? You might suffocate on my cock, baby. I might push too deep.”
She knows if she could see, he would be smirking, but that doesn’t stop the soft moan that escapes her lips. “I want it. I want to make you come.”
His scent washes over her, the anger from before replaced with heady, thick arousal. “Then allow me to guide you, sweetheart. On your knees.”
She slowly kneels in the darkness, pressing her face to his inner thigh. Her eyes have finally adjusted to the sliver of moonlight that trickles in from upstairs, and she can see the faint outline of his silhouette as she peers up at him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, working his belt. “You’re so fucking pretty like this. ”
“You’ll have to guide me,” she whispers. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
All she knows is she wants to hear the sounds he makes when he falls apart. For once, she wants to be the one with the power.
Most of all, she wants to please him. There’s a primal part of her that’s desperate to make him feel just as good as he’s made her feel.
The moment she palms his erection, all worries that she might not know what she’s doing dissipate.
Cole jolts at the contact, panting above her as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock free. He’s hard, smooth, and huge , her silicone knot toy pathetic in comparison.
“Open your mouth, sweet girl,” he whispers. “Open it and let me see that pretty tongue.”
He sounds absolutely wrecked , and she hasn’t even put her mouth on him yet.
Feeling like she holds all the cards for once, she opens her mouth and looks up at him through hooded lashes. She’s not sure how much he can see with the faint light, but the growl he lets out tells her it’s plenty.
The head of his cock presses into her mouth, and she grips the backs of his thighs for balance as he starts to move his length in deeper.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Oh, fuck , Omega .”
He hits the back of her throat, and she fights the urge to gag.
“Look at that,” he praises softly, running his fingers through her hair. “You’re taking it so well, baby. You look so pretty when you’re stuffed full of my cock.”
She closes her lips around him, and he moans loudly, the sound making her cunt clench. He slowly thrusts back and forth into her mouth, fucking her throat until she has to pull back to breathe, saliva falling in strings to the ground .
It’s perverted. It’s wild.
She feels free.
Bree takes him back into her mouth, moaning around him and pushing him to the back of her throat. One hand moves from behind his thigh to wrap around the rest of his length, working what her mouth can’t reach.
“Fuck, my good girl,” he growls. “Your mouth feels fucking perfect , baby.”
Slick drips out of her, soaking through her panties and staining the crotch of her pants.
“You’re wet just from sucking me,” he rasps. “Fuck, Breana?—”
She grips him harder as she hollows out her cheeks, desperate to suck the cum from him.
She’s drunk on the sound of him falling apart at her touch, at the little stutters and gasps he does as she slurps his cock. Her face is a mess and her knees ache, but she’s content to stay kneeling with him in her throat as long as he wants her to.
The base of his cock thickens as his breath quickens, and the hands in her hair pull at her scalp painfully.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathes, the base of his length inflating. “Fuck, let me fill your throat?—”
She swallows around him, desperate to feel him come apart.
With one more harsh pump of her fist, he releases.
Cole makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan—a sound that Bree will forever commit to memory as it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her cunt. His cum fills her mouth in spurts, and she gulps down as much as she can, swallowing obscenely loud.
He tastes… good .
It shouldn’t surprise her—nothing about Cole should surprise her anymore. But drinking his cum, swallowing everything he gives her, creates a buzzing in her head that she never wants to stop.
Even as her tongue cleans the base of his cock, licking around his knot, she’s still moaning around him. His fingers tremble as they run through her hair and caress her cheek, gently pulling her face away from him.
“Sweetheart,” he breathes. “I…”
She grins up at him, licking the last of his cum from her lips.
“I don’t know if I have a soul anymore,” he says cryptically. “But I’m pretty sure you sucked whatever was left of it out of me.”
She chuckles weakly, wincing as she shifts on her knees.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, adjusting himself and zipping up his pants. He scoops her off the floor, carrying her bridal style up the basement stairs. “We’re getting out of here. Your scent is perfuming up the entire cabin.”
“You’re still mad at me,” she observes, nuzzling in his hold.
“Furious.”
“Even after I sucked the soul out of you?”
“A clever, incredible distraction, but it doesn’t change the fact that you didn’t listen to me and put yourself in danger.”
“Maybe if you were here, I wouldn’t be in danger,” she mutters.
He unlocks her car door and deposits her gently in the passenger seat.
“Oh, so you did miss me,” he says. “Rest assured, work is done for a while. Mostly. You have me all to yourself. Now buckle up.”
He shuts the passenger door, and she starts to nod off before they reach her cabin.
She doesn’t resist when he leads her up the stairs and runs a shower for her. Her body is achy and sweaty, and she spends a good hour in the bathroom, allowing the steam to billow as she scrubs every inch of her body.
She wants to come, but she wants to sleep more.
Arousal, fatigue, and brain fog can only mean one thing—her Heat is coming sooner than she thought.
She has days before she’s a needy mess.
Which means she’ll be in Heat during her time at Green Woods, before her interview with Doctor Porter.
The timing is horrible, and tears of frustration fill her eyes under the hot stream.
When she emerges from the shower, wrapped in her fluffy robe, her bed is a welcoming pile of blankets and extra pillows from the closet.
Cole sits on the edge of it, his face pulled into a scowl and lost in thought with his hands resting on his knees, until he looks up at Bree. His eyes soften when she meets his gaze.
“What were you thinking about?” she asks softly. “You looked far away for a moment.”
But his familiar smirk returns, and all traces of his past mood disappear. “The best way to punish you for being obstinate,” he says. “And having no care for your own well-being.”
She motions to the made bed. “Are you going to make me comfortable to death?”
“Something like that. Or just present you with a nest so tempting you never leave it.”
She blushes. She never thought anyone would build her a nest, yet Cole is here, providing her with everything she thought she would never have.
A cramp hits her stomach, and she winces, biting her lip. She hisses through her teeth and doubles over, and Cole is at her side in an instant .
“Shit, baby, come here,” he says, guiding her to the bed. “Lie down.”
She burrows under the covers and places a hand to her stomach.
“It hurts,” she hisses. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to see me like this?—”
“If you apologize for being in pain again, I will gag you.”
Her eyes widen at the intensity in his eyes. “Never, ever apologize for how you feel,” he says lowly. “I want to know, always . I meant it when I said you never have to hide.”
She blinks from the whiplash of his mood swings. Gone is the gentle, tender man from moments ago; sitting on the bed with her is a fierce protector.
“Okay,” she says softly. “Well, right now, my body is on fire. My Heat is coming soon.”
The corner of his lip quirks. “I know.”
“Of course you do. It’s obvious to anyone.” She winces at the pain, curling into a ball on her side. “Could I ask you for something?” she says quietly.
“Ask, and it’s yours.”
And that’s the thing about Cole.
She believes him. She knows, deep in her heart, that he would give her anything she wanted, even if it wasn’t reasonable.
“Can you stay tonight? And can you just hold me?”
He doesn’t reply, but his scent deepens, giving her his answer. He settles in behind her, pulling her close to him as his chest rumbles. He pulls the blankets over them until she’s bundled in the fabric and surrounded by his warmth.
His purr soothes her, the pain in her womb subsiding as she snuggles up against him.
“I never knew it could feel like this,” she admits, fatigue settling over her as she yawns. “It’s like I can finally rest. Like I’m finally somewhere safe. ”
He hums appreciatively. “That’s what happens when you find your mate,” he murmurs. “It will always be like this for us.”
She swallows nervously at the word mate.
“You still don’t believe it,” he says softly. “You still don’t believe me.”
He doesn’t sound angry, but she remains silent, unable to see his expression with her back to his chest.
“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss just below her ear. “Only one of us needs to know for it to be true. You’ll learn in time.”
Her phone buzzes from the edge of the desk, and she’s grateful that Cole unpacked her things for her while she was in the shower. Reaching out, careful to not leave his embrace, she grabs her phone and reads the text from her mother.
She lets out a gasp. “Holy shit,” she whispers, as she reads the attached news article. She untangles herself from Cole and sits up, her heart racing.
“Baby. What is it?”
“More murders. Two more, an hour from here.”
Cole raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
He seems far too calm for this, and she looks at him in disbelief. “There’s a serial killer on the loose, according to the police. They don’t think it’s Erik Hart. They think it’s someone else.”
Still, Cole remains unphased, even as panic surges through her. “You shouldn’t be alone, then, like I said.”
She looks at him, her eyes wide. “I…I can’t ask you to stay with me.”
“You don’t have to ask, because I’m not offering. I’m telling you that’s what’s happening from now on. You’re not staying here alone anymore.”
Bree bites her lip. As tempting as it is to have Cole with her for the rest of her stay, she doesn’t want to burden him .
“What about your work? What about the family you were visiting?”
“I’m done with my clients for now, anyway. And my family will understand, eventually.”
There’s a hint of humor in his eyes, and she scowls.
“I don’t know what’s so amusing about that question,” she snaps.
He grins and leans in to kiss her chastely. “And you don’t have to. Just know that I’m not going anywhere, and no one is going to hurt you."
But Bree still bites her lip, unsure.
“Stop overthinking it,” he breathes. “Just let me take care of you. It’s happening either way.”
His chest rumbles, a deeper purr than before, and she allows him to guide her back into his arms.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, after they’re both bundled back into her nest. “For everything, Cole.”
He presses a kiss to her neck, and she’s asleep within moments.