Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
Issa
T he moment I turned toward him, Amir cupped my face in his big hands and slammed his lips against mine, pushing me against the door. It was a bruising, claiming kiss, and I couldn’t get enough. His hair was so soft in my hands as I tangled my fingers in the curls, trying to get closer as if that was at all possible.
His hands left my face and smoothed down my throat, my shoulders, to cup my breasts through the dress. He rubbed a thumb over one of my pebbled nipples, tearing a gasp from my throat.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he murmured against my lips.
When he pulled away, I swayed a little, both from the alcohol and the lust, but he pressed a hand to my stomach to hold me up as he dropped to his knees before me, shoving my dress up my hips to bury his face against my thong covered pussy.
“I need to taste you,” he said, his breath warm against my sensitive skin, even with the barrier of the cotton and lace.
His fingers shoved my panties to the side as I gripped his hair, dropping my head against the door. The bass vibrated against my back as Amir purred against me, the deepest sound I’d ever heard come from an omega.
His tongue flattened against my core and made a long, slow swipe, earning a guttural moan.
“Holy shit,” I breathed out as he began to focus his attention on my clit, sucking it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. When he slowly pushed a finger inside of me, my insides began to tighten.
I’d orgasmed before. But only when I was alone. This omega had barely spent five minutes expertly playing my body and already I was coiling tighter than a spring and ready to explode.
“You’re going to make me come,” I moaned.
Who was this wanton person? I barely recognized my own voice let alone my thoughts and actions. I had never taken a stranger into the back room of a public – and packed – place to fool around.
Who was I kidding? I planned on getting fucked by this omega, not just fooling around.
“Good,” he said against my folds at my declaration. “I want to taste you on my tongue for the rest of the night.”
His finger pumped in and out of my core while the other held me to the door. Had he not been holding me up, I was sure my knees would have buckled until I crashed to the floor, especially when he added a second finger then teased my back entrance with his pinky.
Unintelligible words began to spill from my lips as I babbled and moaned. That spring that had tightened exploded, my inner walls clenching around Amir’s fingers.
He pulled his mouth from me, still fucking me with his fingers, and launched to his feet, claiming my mouth with his and stealing my moans.
As I finally began to come down from the release and the aftershocks slowed, he pulled back and smirked down at me. “I wanted those moans all to myself.”
“And I want you inside of me. More than your fingers.”
Yep. I’d gotten off by his mouth and fingers. And now I wanted to feel that bulge that had been teasing me all night bared to my hand, my mouth, and my body. I wanted to feel him stretching me, filling me. I wanted to fall apart around him again, to hear his sounds of pleasure.
Instead of waiting for him, I reached between us and fumbled with his button and zipper, my numb, drunken fingers slipping a few times as we giggled.
“Bend me over the desk,” I said, my voice throaty, husky, and completely alien to my own ears.
I squealed a giggle when he pulled me from the door and whirled me toward the desk that smelled heavily of Cyrus’s warm, wet wood scent. And for some reason, being taken by a stranger over his desk made me wetter than I’d known was possible for a beta.
Any plans I’d made of stroking him with my hand, of taking him into my mouth, went right out the window when one of his hands gripped my hip so hard, I hoped it would leave bruises while the other shoved my panties to the side again so he could press himself against my core, the smooth head nudging against my entrance.
Glancing at the omega over my shoulder, I said something I had never thought would leave my lips.
“Fuck me hard.”
A very unomega-like growl rumbled from him a second before he whipped his hips forward, slamming into me, his cock stretching me almost to the point of pain. He was so thick, so long.
I’d never been with an omega, but from everything I’d ever heard, male omegas tended to be tender and sensitive and small…everywhere.
Either Amir was an anomaly, or all those people were full of shit.
There was nothing small or tender about the way his hips smacked against my ass, causing my own hips to hit the edge of the desk as I scrambled for something to keep me steady and only causing a mess on the desktop as I knocked over a cup of pens and sent loose papers fluttering to the floor.
“Holy fuck,” Amir growled. “You are so fucking perfect.”
Something else I’d never heard from a single person in my life. And I didn’t care whether he was as drunk as me, if he was saying what he wanted me to hear, or if his hindbrain had taken over. At this moment, all I cared about was how he was making me feel, the sensations he stirred in my body, in my mind, deep inside my chest.
We weren’t using protection, but omegas couldn’t impregnate anyone. Not that he couldn’t have some kind of scary disease. But my brain was equal parts desire and liquor; there was no room for forethought or logic. Only want. Only desire. Only need.
The grunts coming from Amir was like gasoline on a flame, sending me spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, until I threw back my head and cried out with another release.
“Your cunt is squeezing my dick so perfectly. I want to come in you. I want you to walk through that club smelling like me for the rest of the night.”
“Yes. Please. Fill me. Come in me,” I cried between nonsensical sounds and words.
Both hands gripped my hips hard, he slammed into me hard enough I wondered if he hadn’t actually bruised my cervix, then the sexiest guttural moan floated around me as heat filled me with each twitch and jerk of his dick.
As we stayed the way we were, my forehead resting against the cool wood, his big body draped over my back, and his cock still deep inside me, the beeps of the outside lock came a second before the knob turned, then a heavy fist pounded against the door.
“Issa?” Enzo’s deep voice came through the door.
Shit. This was not how I wanted them to see me, some wanton slut fucking a stranger in one of their offices at the club they owned.
“Your alpha?” Amir asked, quickly pulling from me and helping me fix my dress before tucking his cock away.
“Yeah,” I said instead of once again explaining our living situation.
Running my fingers through my hair and swiping them across my lips to fix my makeup, I hurried to the door and turned the deadbolt out of place before opening the door to find Enzo smirking at me with a raised brow.
His eyes rose over my head, a look of surprise and something else flitting across his face before he stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him.
“Guess I don’t need to make introductions,” Enzo said.
I frowned at him, then turned to look at Amir.
Amir’s brows were raised up his forehead. “This is one of your alphas?”
“He’s not—”
“Yes,” Enzo said, cutting me off.
A deep chuckle rattled from his chest as his eyes roamed me from head to toe. Even if he hadn’t smelled the perfume exploding from Amir, there was no way he couldn’t tell what we’d been doing in here.
“I’m glad you two are getting along so well already.”
Like someone had thrown ice water over my head, I turned to look at Amir.
“Were you here to…” I looked at Enzo. “This is the omega you were meeting tonight? Who you wanted me to meet?”
That smirk was still on his face as he nodded. “I didn’t know he was going to be early or I would have arranged a table in the VIP section.”
Oh no. I’d just fucked the omega my pack was hoping to court, hoping to add to the pack. I had literally thrown myself at him, begged him to bend me over Cyrus’s desk like some needy…
Lifting my hands, I covered my face as my cheeks felt like they would burst into flames.
Gentle hands pulled them away and I was surprised to see a concerned look on Enzo’s face.
“Why are you embarrassed? He’s hot. And he obviously wanted you. You can’t think you two are the first to utilize one of the offices.”
“Okay, picturing the three of you getting busy back here is not helping,” I said, jabbing a finger at his chest.
We teased and play flirted, but little did they know…my flirting was real. It wasn’t an act when I told them they were hot or that I was jealous of their one-night flings. I wanted them in a way that…well, in a way Amir would have them if things went well.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was…shit.” I was still buzzed from the sh ots and drinks, but my embarrassment over the situation was making things both clear and more confusing.
Because I really, really wanted this omega.
Yet he’d come here to meet the alphas, come to see whether they would be compatible, to see whether they were all interested in the whole courting thing.
That concept was still a little foreign to me. In my world, in my family, alphas simply took what they wanted. They didn’t bother asking the omega or even beta what they wanted or whether they were interested in joining the pack.
But Enzo was the brother of my sister’s alpha. While Corazon’s pack hadn’t exactly courted her in the beginning, they’d made damn sure to make up for lost time and constantly smothered her in gifts and affection.
It didn’t hurt that the five of them were expecting their first child.
Neither Cora nor I had any idea what loving parents looked like, yet the alphas of Pack Rivera were so damn loving toward her and had bought far more than any child would ever need before the pup was born.
“What the hell are you sorry for?” Enzo asked, his brows pulled together in confusion as a very amused look glittered in his eyes and his lips quirked as though he was trying and failing to hide a smile.
“If you’re sorry, I definitely didn’t do any of that right,” Amir teased.
I looked between the two of them, looking for…I wasn’t sure. Disapproval? Judgment? Anger?
Amir looked content, sated, relaxed.
And a little aroused.
His pupils were blown again, and his sweet scent was filling the air and making it hard to focus.
Or maybe that was the booze swimming through my veins.
“You definitely did everything right,” I said, wincing at the feeling of his release leaking from me. I really needed to rush to the bathroom and clean up. We’d barely finished, had only started to catch our breath when Enzo had knocked on the door .
“Does that mean you’re okay with us courting him?” Enzo asked. He leaned against the door, crossing his arms and legs, and smirked at me. “If Amir is amenable, that is.”
“Amir still needs to meet the other two,” Amir said, looking from Enzo to me before winking. “But this little vixen does live with you, right? She’s pack?”
“No. I’m–”
“Yes. She is,” Enzo said, all playfulness missing from his face as he cocked a brow at me. Because he wanted me to put Amir at ease or because I once again denied that I was a member of their pack?
“When can I meet the other two?”
“You saw one of them on stage,” Enzo said, that sexy smirk back on his lips.
Amir turned to me and raised both brows.
“He was the alpha who threw the shirt at me after he was done dancing.”
“Oh, damn. He smelled amazing. Or at least his shirt did. Who’s the third?”
“Cyrus. He’s been behind the bar off and on, but I can text both of them to meet us in here. Unless you two would be more comfortable out there–”
“No,” I blurted. And I wasn’t quite sure why I was suddenly reluctant to leave this room.
Part of me felt as though every single person out there would instantly know that I’d screwed a stranger in the office. The other part of me didn’t want any of those people out there to so much as get a glimpse of this incredibly beautiful omega.
Mine .
I was only a beta, yet I was ready to stake my claim on the man, to rub against him like a cat to leave my scent on him, but also to smother myself in his.
I couldn’t exactly mark his flesh like an alpha, but I sure as hell could find other ways to stake my claim.