Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
JASON
I hold my quivering omega in my arms, my heart bursting as I drag her scent deep into my lungs. When I got the message I was supposed to be married today, I was furious. However, when I found Rhylee in the break room, sobbing over the same affliction, I had a touch of hope.
What were the odds that both of us were set to get married at the same time and same location but end up with different people? Granted, the ceremony time was the same, but my time of arrival was at least an hour or two later than hers. My only guess is that men are easier to dress than women.
Happiness and fulfillment flood my body, bringing a soft smile to my face. My intuition has always served me well, and in this instance, I’m overjoyed I read the signs correctly. Unable to resist, I reach down with my free hand to pat my pocket, ensuring the box is still there, waiting for her.
It worked to my advantage, and now, more than ever, I’m glad I stopped by the jewelry shop. Though, who am I kidding? The collar I now possess would have still been on her neck whether we were getting married or not.
This only makes giving it to her all the sweeter. My cock stiffens as it finally hits home that this little omega is mine forever. Now that we are to be married, no one will ever take her away from me again.
Tonight, I’ll claim her, marking her in a way that binds her to me for all eternity. We just have to get through this damned ceremony first. Pulling back, I wipe at her eyes, chuckling as a layer of makeup comes off with it.
“I love seeing you cry, my love. I fucking ache at the sight of your mascara streaking down your face as you look up at me. But I can’t tell you how happy I am knowing that these tears of relief confirm our union.” Dropping my tone, I murmur softly so that only she can hear. “And tonight, you’ll be crying again, but for a completely different reason.”
She shudders as arousal perfumes the air. My little masochist is always up for anything I want to do with her. Little does she know the depraved things that have been running through my head since the moment I caught her scent coming down the aisle.
Tonight, at the Halloween party, we had already planned on me pushing some of her limits. But now, as her husband, I’ll be able to demand so much more. I will accept nothing less than her complete submission as I use her for my pleasure.
Stifling a groan, I stand, bringing her up with me. Hand in hand, we walk back up to the officiant, and I note the look of unease in his eyes. Granted, with the way she was sobbing, he probably thought I was a monster. Though I am, it’s not in the way he thinks at all.
“Dearly beloved,” he chokes out, looking at Rhylee for a moment in concern. “These two, plus our witnesses, are gathered together to join in holy matrimony.”
Irritation crawls up my spine as he does his spiel about marriage being sacred and holy, the noise droning on, buzzing about my ears like an annoying bug. I want him to shut up so I can whisk my bride away and do something blasphemous and unholy to her. He’s the last step between me and forever with the woman I love and crave.
As much as I want to carry her away, to bind myself to her in a way that supersedes marriage, I bide my time, doing my best to stay present in the moment. It’s the least I can do for Rhylee, who’s still shaking as she processes everything. Now, more than ever, she needs a calm presence and not someone who’s consumed with the idea of stripping her bare and fucking her on the altar.
However, when he starts talking about what our relatives want the other to know, I raise my hand, stopping him in his tracks. “I know her far better than any relative or friend. And what she knows about me can fill several books. I say let’s get on with it.”
“I- Well.” Scrunching his nose, he pushes his glasses higher on his face. “Is this okay with you?”
For the first time since she’s walked down the aisle, Rhylee laughs. The delicate sound winds its way around my spine, slithering through my veins until all I can think about is devouring her.
“Please. I want this over as fast as possible. I know and love this man. Nothing you say will change my mind.”
“Well… It’s unorthodox. But if you’re sure…”
“We are,” we say in unison, my deep, growly timber melding with her lighter, sweeter sound.
“In that case, do you?” he says, looking over at me.
“With all my heart.”
He turns to Rhylee and asks, “Do you?”
“Without a shadow of a doubt.” The smile she gives me is bright, breathtaking almost.
“Then with the power vested in me by the Governing Body-”
Before he can say another word, I swoop in, slanting my lips over hers. Rhylee melts into me, her soft sighs filling the liminal space between us. God, but I’m rock hard, desperate for her.
They talk about sex to reaffirm life, and in a way, this is similar. For a moment, there was a chance she was lost to me forever. If she married someone else… I would never stand in the way of her happiness if he could give her what she wanted.
But no one else could do for her what I do. I see deep down into her soul, even without the aid of a bond. I know what she needs, what she craves. She was made for me, my perfect match.
Even now, our bodies meld together, aligning perfectly. Her small frame fits inside the shelter of my own, as if designed with me in mind. It honestly makes sense that our genetics match what I already know. Rhylee is my other half, the missing piece of my soul.
Next to us, the officiant tosses his hands in the air and walks off, frustrated with our lack of respect and decorum. Not that I care. I have my omega. That’s all I need.
Pulling away, I take her down the aisle and out the door, pausing so we can sign the necessary documents. From there, I scoop her into my arms, carrying her out to my car. I don’t want to be separated even for a moment, but I force myself to let her go so I can drive us to the party.
“Wait, my car!”
“This is a government building. No one will dare mess with it. Tomorrow, I’ll drive us back here and you can get it. But for now, you’re not leaving my sight.” I pick up her hand and kiss the back, reveling in the smoothness of her skin against my lips.
My cock throbs and my balls ache as I breathe in her scent, filling my lungs with her and only her. It’s torture pulling away to drive, but the only saving grace is knowing I’ll soon have her underneath me, fucking her, claiming her, making her mine in every sense of the word.
“I know it will make us late, but are we going to change for the party?”
A wolfish smile parts my lips as I glance over at her. “Oh, I think this is costume enough. Besides, don’t tell me you don’t relish the idea of me peeling off this wedding finery to fuck you like the dirty girl you are.”
Arousal perfumes the air, setting me on edge. I grip the steering wheel, forcing myself to concentrate on something other than the slick I know is gathering at the juncture of her thighs. God, but I want to taste her. I want her arousal to fill my mouth, to slide down my throat. Just thinking about it makes precum pearl at my tip.
Navigating the narrow streets is difficult enough, but doing so with a raging erection is even harder. Pulling off into a secluded spot, I throw the car in park and jump out. I know I wanted to wait until the party to defile her, but I can’t wait that long.
I yank her car door open and motion for her to step outside. Before she can even so much as ask, I pull her away and slam the door shut, tossing her against the side. Her fingers scrabble over the metal as her needy whine fills the air.
She moans, thrusting her hips forward as she watches me unbuckle my belt. With a smirk, I motion for her to turn around, facing the road we pulled away from. No one can see us; however, the whizzing lights are enough of a reminder that we are far from alone.
At any point, someone else could decide to investigate what’s happening. Rhylee’s breaths come in hard pants as my deviant little omega parts her thighs for me, sighing as I fist her dress in my hands and shove it up. Just as I thought. She’s soaking wet.
In the waning light, I can see the outline of her pussy against her panties, her lips puffy and swollen, dripping with arousal. Sliding the soaked gusset to the side, I waste no time in lining up my head with her opening. I surge forward, invading her, impaling her with hard thrusts.
Her gasps punctuate the night in time with me pistoning in and out. Gripping her hips, I give her that bite of pain she craves. She tosses her head back, her moan ringing out, echoing throughout the trees. There’s no way no one heard that.
Bending low, I nip at her earlobe. “Careful, my greedy little minx. Keep that up and someone will definitely hear you. Or is that what you want? Do you want someone to find you like this, with your wedding gown hiked up about your hips while I fuck you into oblivion? Do you want them to see just how wet you’re getting being fucked against the car like the little whore you are for me?”
Her inner walls ripple around me as she cries out, softer this time. My little omega may be a little bit of an exhibitionist, but there’s still a bit of her she’s holding back. After tonight, however, there won’t be much left for her to be embarrassed about.
Our friends will watch as I objectify her, turning her into nothing as I use her. And she will enjoy every minute of it because that’s just what my filthy girl needs. She needs me to strip her bare, to give her freedom in subspace.
Just thinking about the plans that await us has my balls clenching, drawing up so tightly it’s almost painful. Rhylee quivers beneath me, her body primed, waiting, desperately searching for release. But she won’t come. Not until I give her permission.
Wrapping my arms about her waist, I press her into the car, nearly smothering her with my bulk. I keep my knot outside her inviting pussy as cum surges from me, shooting deep inside her. A groan slips from my lips as I rock back and forth, sawing in and out as I shove my essence deeper into her.
Finally, as the aftershocks die down, I pull out, dropping her dress back down to cover her legs. Slick and cum coat my cock, making it shine in the lights of the passing cars.
“You know the rules, omega,” I growl, ripping my suit jacket off and tossing it to the ground as a barrier between the dirty gravel and her knees. “Clean me up.”
Without hesitation, Rhylee sinks down, her hands resting palm up on her thighs. Leaning forward, she takes my cock into her mouth. It’s still partially hard, my body humming with the incompleteness of having not knotted her.
It’s nothing compared to the desperation that simmers through the air as she laps at me, cleaning me with ruthless efficiency. Once I’m clean, I tuck my cock away and help her back into the car, tossing the jacket in the back.
The orgasm helps keep my mind focused as I make my way back into the traffic and on to our final destination. Next to me, Rhylee fiddles with her hands, her fingers twitching as she hovers over her pussy. She wants to get off. I can feel sexual frustration pouring off of her.
“Don’t worry, my little wife. I won’t make you go all night without release.”
She gives me a soft smile before staring out the window. I know she’s keeping quiet for a reason. One of the first things we worked on when entering our dynamic was her disrespectful mouth. Granted, I’m fine with her voicing a need or frustration, but she will still do so with respect.
No doubt she’s so anxious to come she knows she won’t be able to control her words as well as she would like. And she knows coming at me the wrong way will ensure she doesn’t get to come until the next day or even longer. My lips quirk up into a smirk as I remember the last time we had a huge clash.
Seven days without an orgasm and with me edging her daily was enough of a deterrent for her to mind her manners and not scream at me. Granted, with all she’s gone through today, with the gamut of emotions that’s ricocheted throughout her mind and body, I’d probably be a bit lenient with her. Besides, it is her wedding night too, after all.
It would be such a shame for me to make her suffer on this of all nights. My smirk turns feral as I pull into the parking lot of the small kink club. I can smell the sex and need pouring off of her, and soon, everyone else will smell it too.