Chapter 28 #2
Dax lifts me up and places me on the sink counter.
The cold surface should bother me, but it cuts through my dress and cools me down a bit.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer, longing to feel him against me.
His cock is hard and he lets out a low groan at the feeling of us together.
He moves his hips and slides his fingers into my hair as his hips piston against mine, sliding over me with every thrust.
“Fuck,” he moans and pulls back to look at me. “You’re everything .”
The words should scare me, but instead I feel myself preening as he continues to work us into a dry frenzy. Our scents are so intermingled that it smells like one aroma, and the thought alone causes me to let out a whimper.
“I know, baby,” he says as he moves his lips down my jaw and to my throat. “Let me take care of it for you. Please.”
His hand moves to my thigh and grips, but doesn’t advance. It sits there, clutching the fabric of my long dress, and he waits for my permission.
I know we’re standing at a line right now, and that things will change if we cross it, but I feel myself metaphorically pulling my foot up so we can step over.
So I let my omega take the reins, knowing she will obliterate the line for me.
“Alpha,” I whisper. “Take care of me.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “Yes, Omega.”
I expect a quick push and shove of my dress and his pants, but Dax surprises me by getting down on his knees. The sight is intoxicating, this buff alpha finding solace in being underneath me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He starts to slowly but surely pull up my dress, bringing it closer and closer to my waist. His smile is devious, determined, and I fall a bit harder for him in this moment as he lets his playfulness soar amongst the urgency.
“I am taking care of you,” he murmurs before letting his lips fall to the inside of my knee.
He kisses me there and the feeling of his lips on my bare skin sends goosebumps throughout my body.
They travel upwards, kissing and nipping and biting along every sliver they can find.
My dress is left in bundles around me on the countertop.
“I’ve been waiting to do this again for so long. ”
My inner thigh tingles as he crests closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. I’m pulled tight. My perfume is pouring out in anticipation as he teases me, caressing me with his palms and looking up at me with heat in his eyes.
“Dax,” I whisper. I give a silent plea, needing him desperately but not wanting to voice it.
He catches on to that and gives me a soft nip right next to my slick-soaked panties. They’re a sexy black pair, all lace.
He admires them, his thumb barely brushing over the wet spot that seems to be a beacon for his eyes.
“These are lovely. Were you expecting someone to see them tonight?” he asks as he takes them by the sides and pulls them off me completely.
When he’s back between my legs, I let them fall open eagerly.
“I thought it fit the character,” I let out huskily.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “Always the artist.” And then he’s licking a line up the middle of me so fast I can barely process.
My head falls back and I let out a relieved moan at the sensation.
I feel Dax chuckle against me and I can feel the vibrations it causes right against every sensitive spot.
The feeling is foreign, and I find that the untimely amusement is such a Dax move that I love it instantly.
My fingers find their way into his hair and he starts a steady rhythm against my clit, maneuvering his tongue in a way that leaves my vision spotty.
I’m not expecting the sparks of an orgasm to start so soon, but I feel wound up so tight I’m going to combust. I whimper at the force of everything and hold Dax tightly against me.
He lets out a groan as my hips start to move on their own accord, riding his mouth as precisely as I can as I chase the feeling that needs to burst from my body.
The feeling is held just out of reach. I grind against him, feeling my body move in a way that shouldn’t really be possible.
If we’re being loud, I can’t tell and I definitely don’t care.
All I care about is my alpha’s tongue on me and his hands gripping my thighs tightly as he continues to pleasure me with quick laps.
“P-Pleas—” I start to pant, but before I can even get the plea out, Dax’s fingers are at my entrance and pushing in, sliding against all the best parts.
I instantly squeeze around him, and the pressure from his tongue and his digits as they slightly curl is enough for the dam to break and everything to start flooding out.
I let out a long moan as my body tenses and bends, feeling the powerful sensation as it travels through every nerve-ending.
It feels like it goes on forever, and when I finally come back to my body, Dax is still licking me, just softer, giving me every lingering aftershock he possibly can. When the sensitivity kicks in, I give a tired laugh and tug on his hair gently.
He pulls back and—literally—licks his lips. It causes my stomach to flutter again just before he stands up and leans down to kiss me. I can taste myself on him and the realization makes me sigh with relief .
I feel like I’ve claimed him in some way, and although I should be worried about that thought, my omega is content and satiated in my chest.
He pulls back and looks at me, a warmth shining in his eyes instead of his usual cockiness.
He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear and lets his hand linger on my cheek.
“Omega,” he whispers so quietly that I almost don’t hear him.
When he gets close enough to kiss me again, I feel him, hard and restrained in his stupid Indiana Jones khakis.
I reach out for him, but before I can unbutton his pants, he goes to hold my hands in his. “Not tonight. Tonight was about you, Omega.”
I scrunch my nose and pout, especially when I inhale more of his dark cherry scent. “But… it’s your birthday.”
Dax shakes his head. “This was the best birthday present I could have ever gotten.”
I reach around and hug him, my chin resting on his chest as I look up into his stunning blue eyes. “Next time, then,” I respond as I cup him possessively.
Dax grunts and pulls back to adjust himself. As soon as he finishes, the door swings open and we both gasp but then let the shock fall away when we see who it is.
Jett stops when he sees us, taking in the scene before him.
He must realize what we were doing from the state of us (Dax literally has blue body paint all over him) and how strong the scent is, but he doesn’t seem upset.
Instead, his thumb goes over his shoulder as he points at the door.
“You guys know the door is unlocked, right?”
Dax and I look at each other before we burst into laughter.