Chapter 28
CHAPTER 28
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Cole’s furious at her, and the spicy scent of his anger fills her cabin as he shuts the door behind them.
And maybe it’s fatigue or her impending Heat, but she’s ready to fight.
“I don’t have to tell you every time someone bothers me,” she snaps, and he pauses in the front room. “I’m an adult, Cole. I can take care of myself.”
The spicy scent of his anger fills the room as he stalks toward her. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at him despite the anxiety bubbling in her chest. He looks ready to kill , just as unhinged and terrifying as the first time they met in the prison. “I’ve done just fine without you until now. You don’t need to know every little thing that happens to me.”
He fills her space until her back is against the door. “There’s two things you’re wrong about,” he growls. “First, Eugene isn’t a little thing. He’s dangerous, and you should have told me or fucking anyone. And secondly…” His lips are inches from hers and pulled into a devilish smirk, “…I can and will know everything about you.” He slaps his palm against the side of the door, caging her in as he leans closer. “After all, I did tell him you’re my wife. And I’ve had so much fun playing house with you the last few days.”
His words thrill her. Even through his anger, the scent of his arousal swirls around her, calling to her inner, desperate Omega. His lips are inches from hers, and she bares her teeth at him.
“You’re a psychopath,” she spits, and the corner of his lip quirks.
“And you’re wet for me. So, pretend you hate it all you want, but we both know you like it. I wonder what that says about you, exactly?”
Infuriating man.
When he leans in to kiss her, she nips at his lip, and he scoops her in his arms. She yelps as he carries her over his shoulder and deposits her on the couch, climbing over her.
“You’re right, baby,” he growls, working to unzip her jeans. “I’m fucking furious at you. We have the same conversation over and over, but you can’t seem to fucking listen. ”
She whimpers as she lifts her hips, helping him pull down her jeans. He tears her panties off, the fabric soaked in her fluids as he tosses them to the floor. “Can’t take you anywhere, Breana,” he chuckles. “Any longer and you would have ruined poor Darlene’s couch.”
“Smartass,” she bites out, even as her cunt begs for his attention. She’s exposed to him, the cool air hitting her pussy as she squirms in anticipation. “You can’t just come here and take over my life, and be angry if I don’t tell you— oh ?—”
He kneels on the couch and lifts her legs so they’re on his shoulders, and presses a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. His stubble tickles her sensitive skin, and her mouth falls open when he licks at her clit.
“Even your poor clit is swollen,” he chuckles, his eyes burning into hers.
“Don’t tease,” she pants, squirming in his grip. He holds her down by her hip with his hand, pinning her in place.
“You’re in no position to tell me what to do,” he murmurs. “Maybe I want to take my time with you. Convince you why you should never leave the house when I’m not there.”
She moans and pulls at his hair, but he remains stationary, his mouth hovering just above her cunt.
“Cole…”
“Wrong name.”
“ Alpha. ”
“ There you go, good girl.”
He rewards her with a gentle suckling of her clit, and she lets out a sob at the sensation.
Her entire body is flushed and oversensitive, and she arches her back, desperate to grind her slit on his face, but Cole’s hand keeps her steady. Her slick stains his lips and chin, and she whines for more, but he just chuckles into her cunt.
“Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll let you come.”
“Mmm… please ?—”
He rewards her with another slow lick up her slit, making obscene sounds as he slurps up her juices.
“You can do better than that, baby.”
“Please, please Alpha, let me come,” she struggles in his hold, yanking at his hair, but he still doesn’t budge.
“Say you’re mine,” he hisses.
She doesn’t care anymore. She’ll say whatever he wants her to, as long as he relieves the pressure that builds in her cunt .
“I’m yours,” she breathes, and his finger slides into her, her walls stretching as she takes him. “I’m yours.”
“No. Mean it . You don’t fucking mean it,” he breathes against her mound, working his finger into her. “You think I can’t tell when someone’s lying, sweetheart?” Another finger enters her, stretching her cunt, and she wails. “Fucking mean it, goddamnit ,” he growls.
She takes in a breath, closes her eyes, and surrenders.
“I’m yours, Alpha ,” she moans, and he responds with a third finger as he places his mouth on her clit.
In that moment, she does mean it. Her inner Omega has felt it since they met, but she stuffed those thoughts and feelings down.
But when she’s spread out on the couch like this, after having spent days with him enjoying his company, she knows it’s true.
She belongs to him, and she’s well and truly fucked.
He sucks on her clit and finally releases his hold on her hips so she can thrust against him, drowning him in her slick.
Her release builds and hits her harder than she thought possible, and she sees stars as he brings her over the edge. He growls into her cunt; the vibrations sending a delicious chill up her spine.
“I’m yours,” she whispers again. He responds by pressing another finger into her until she’s so stuffed she doesn’t know if she can take anything else.
But she keeps coming, orgasm after orgasm coursing through her body, until she’s nothing but a panting, babbling mess.
She must doze off at some point, because the next thing she registers is Cole stroking her hair as she’s in her nest, the blankets piled around her.
“Hey,” she croaks, blinking the sleep from her eyes. “What happened? ”
“You passed out from coming too much,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m flattered.”
There’s another comforter in her bed, one that smells like citrus and pepper. It’s dark and thick, the material cocooning her in safety.
“This is yours,” she mumbles, toying with the fabric.
“It is. I hope you don’t mind.”
She hums and smiles, her mind hazy. “Of course not.”
He rewards her with a grin of his own and kisses her softly. He tastes like her, her sugary essence mixing with his natural scent, and she’s shocked at how much she enjoys the taste.
“So, you’re not mad at me anymore?” she asks timidly.
“No, I’m still furious,” he mutters. “But if you pass out from enough orgasms, then I don’t have to worry about you leaving my sight.”
She flushes and tries to hide a smile.
Alpha cares for us!
Her inner Omega is tired of being silent. She’s finally getting the attention she deserves, and she’s done arguing with Cole about it.
She’s allowed to enjoy this.
What was the point of denying it in the first place?
He’s our mate, her inner voice supplies.
He feeds her, he gives her gifts, he helps build her nest…
What is there to fight?
“Cole?” she asks softly, snuggling into his chest. The deep rumble of his purr calms her, and she’s almost asleep before he replies.
“Yes, baby?”
“My Heat is coming. Please stay.”
His scent fills the room, heady and delicious.
“Always.”
It’s the last thing she hears before she gives in to her Heat-induced fatigue.