9. Kelly
Chapter 9
T eddy scoops me up, just as I was feeling accomplished. I manage to stifle my surprised squeal, since I don’t want to wake up the rest of the house. He marches purposefully to the hall, and into what has been his room from that first day, closing and locking the door behind us. Honestly, it’s the first alone time we’ve had in a week, and I can already feel my body warming up at the thought of having him all to myself.
He’s been helping Sam try to stretch me out with those toys, which doesn’t feel bad, but it does feel like every time we’re together we have to have an end goal. Right now, this isn’t an exercise or a practice anything—I just want him. I want my omega holding me, filling me. I want to bury my face in his cookie scented neck and lick him like a lollipop .
“Kelly, Pixie, I…I need…” He trails off, burying his face in my shoulder, his tongue tracing a long, hot line up my neck before he nips lightly against my skin. “Kelly. I need to mark you. Please. It won’t be permanent, but I won’t see you and…Fuck.”
His teeth bite down harder, and I can’t stop the pained whimper that slips free. “Shit! I’m sorry. Kelly. I just…fuck. How can I keep you safe when I’m not here? If you’re marked, then no one will bother you.” He grinds his hard length against me, his forehead dropping to the area his teeth were just on.
In truth, no one bothered me before. I talked to people, but no one really harassed me. Heck, I’m pretty sure that the only reason Spence even noticed me yesterday was because of Teddy’s scent on me. He’s always been friendly, but that was the longest conversation we’ve really had. He’s sweet, but usually super quiet and reserved. Even during the few times I’ve helped him with homework.
Grabbing Teddy’s jaw, I lift his face till his eyes can meet mine. “No biting. You can leave a hickey or something, but that hurt. Remember, I’m not an alpha or an omega. I’m not opposed to a little bit of sting, but we gotta work up to that, Teddy.” His eyebrows draw down, and I don’t remember if he’s been with us during any of the times Sam has gotten more spanky. My cheeks heat at the thought, and I feel the tips of my ears getting red.
A low growl comes rumbling from his chest. The vibrations make me want to melt against him. “Fuck, Pixie, you smell so damned good. But I need you to smell like me. I know it won’t last, but at least today. Please.” His hips tilt and swivel against me, slowly building the warmth in my core. Dragging his lips to mine, I kiss him, cutting off his words. This I can do, smell like my cookie omega for a day or two.
He pulls back, trying to catch his breath. We’re both panting, but he hasn’t stopped moving his hips, and I am so glad I haven’t changed out of my pajamas yet. These are gonna be soaked by the time he’s done. His big hand comes up, pulling my collar farther down my shoulder. It’s oversized already, but now my stupid boob is about to spill out.
Oh, I guess that was the plan.
Derp.
His mouth is so hot against me as he kisses over my collarbone and down to my nipple. He laves his tongue over it, and my whole body twitches, little bolts of pleasure shooting through me all the way down to my clit. He’s far enough down my body that he’s no longer pressing against where I need him, and my hips roll and surge on their own, trying to get some of the friction back.
His chuckle is dark and tickles my skin, right before he sucks my tip between his lips, and I cry out, then slap my hand over my mouth. Shoot, I forgot I’m trying not to wake the rest of the house up. I want this time alone with him. He laughs harder this time. “Oh, that was fun, Pixie…now I need to see if I can make you scream loud enough to wake everyone else. Let them know exactly how good I make you feel.”
His free hand comes up, pushing the other side of my shirt higher. His thumb circling my stiff nipple before he rolls it between his fingers, teasing and tugging gently. My back arches, and I moan against my own hand when his teeth come down on my other side, biting lightly, his tongue flicking over my fevered skin. He moans into me as I writhe.
“Teddy, Teddy…please. I left some of the…um…my shot won’t be fully effective until this weekend…please.”
He raises up, and his mouth comes off me with a loud popping noise. “Where are they, Pixie? I need to feel you.”
My arm flails towards the bathroom and he grumbles loudly as he leaves me feeling like a cold puddle on the bed. “Sorry…there’s only the bed in here. I didn’t know where else to put them.”
He grumbles to himself as he comes out carrying a long strip of condoms.
Reaching behind his head, he pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion. It doesn’t make sense that he’s so self-conscious of his body. Our omega is so sexy. Sure, he’s not as ripped as Sam, but he’s solid with wide shoulders and a broad chest. So, what if he has a little bit of extra padding? But he’s still blushing when he looks at me. Poor boy, I don’t know how he hasn’t figured out how much I want him yet.
“Ok, Pixie, strip. Time to get you out of those…really attractive pajamas.” He snorts at the last bit, not able to hold in his humor at my One Punch Man sleepwear.
“If you want me to wear something frilly and cute, you’re gonna have to get it for me. This is what I have.” His eyes go dark as he looks over at me .
“Hmmm…you say that, but would you? Wear something I got you? Maybe something in white lace, something just as sweet as you are?” He looks like he’s picturing it now instead of my frumpy jammies, and he likes what he sees.
“Or maybe we should go the other direction, something in latex or leather? Would you rather wear a collar or hold the leash, Pixie?” His voice is a low thrumming growl again that I can feel in my bones.
I slide my top off, and his eyes are drawn to my chest. It’s a little cold down here, but I don’t think that’s why my high beams are on right now. Half of me wants to cross my arms and hide from his intense stare, the other half wants to sprawl out and let him do whatever he wants to with me.
He hasn’t failed to make me feel good yet. It’s only been a little over a week, but Teddy and Sam are very attentive in and out of the bedroom. Garret seems to be afraid he’s going to break me, so we need to work on that.
Taking the third option, I scoot up the bed, letting my too big pants slide off my hips as I go. Teddy’s eyes follow me, getting darker the farther away I get. “You trying to make an escape, Pixie? Not that you can get far without these.” He tugs my pant leg, and the whole thing pulls the rest of the way off, before he bunches it up in a ball and tosses it towards the door. I wasn’t planning on escaping, but if that’s the game he wants to play...
I roll towards the side farthest from him and start to scramble off the bed. But this isn’t the big master bedroom, and while it’s not a bad size, by the time my toes touch the carpet, he’s already upon me. Ducking under his outstretched arm, I spin to the side, smacking him on the butt as I pass. The expression turned towards me is puzzled. One eyebrow raised in question.
“If you want to play, you have to catch me first.” Smiling at him, I wave my wrist in a ‘come on’ motion. The low growl that rattles out of his chest would be scary if he wasn’t smiling so widely. I back up, but it’s only a few more steps before I’m trapped by the door. Spinning, I try to run but immediately trip over my own pajama pants laying on the floor. My arms come out to catch myself, but big hands circle my waist before I can slam into the door.
“Maybe chase isn’t such a good idea, Pixie. Isn’t this how we met?” He pulls me up and against his chest, turning back towards the bed. Looking up at his very kissable lips, I say the first thing to pop into my head. “Sorry, Teddy, if you weren’t so handsome, I wouldn’t keep falling for you.”
He snorts laughter before dropping me onto the bed. “Shit, Pixie…that was awful. You and the dad jokes, I swear. Are you trying to make me lose my hard-on or what? That was just…terrible.” Now we’re both giggling as he lies down on the bed beside me. I’m sprawled out where he dropped me, giggling at him. It wasn’t even a funny joke, but sometimes when someone else starts laughing, and you start laughing, then it’s not even about the original pun.
We lie there giggling together, my eyes squeezed shut against the tears from laughing too hard at the absurdity of the situation. But his hand landing on my thigh shocks the last of the laughter out of me. My lids pop open at the ticklish sensation running over my hip. I look down to see Teddy’s rolled over, his nose tracing along the sensitive skin there. “Fuck, you smell good, Kelly…are you sure I can’t mark you? Just a little bite to make sure no one else tries to while we’re gone?”
Reaching down to touch his face, I draw him back up my body. “No, no biting. Seriously…what is with this weird possessive thing you have going on? We’ve been together for a week and this is the first I’ve heard about trying to leave marks.” His face nuzzles into my hand, and he inhales deeply before leaning over and giving me a quick peck on the lips.
“We have been together for a week. In that time, how often have we been separated? There was last Monday where you went back to work, then we all got snowed in. Then we’ve been housebound since...plus you brought home two more alphas. A guy could get a complex if you bring anybody else home.”
I try to look affronted but end up laughing, “Ok, point of order, but you brought home two new alphas. I was just trying to work and grocery shop.” His eyebrow goes up, giving me an ‘oh, really?’ look and I concede, “Ok, so we each brought home a new alpha…ugh, poor Sam.”
Suddenly, he rolls over, covering me completely. He kisses me again quickly on the lips. “Ok, enough about the alphas. I want this to be time for the beta and the omega…before the alphas all wake up and I have to share you again.” He tilts his head to the side, and we hear a few muffled thumps that could be either Jake or someone else getting up.