45. Kelly
Chapter 45
G arret really is beautiful. I know I said he was a pretty boy, but it wasn’t a completely accurate description. He’s tall, like most alphas, with long, lean muscles that show no signs of strain as he stalks across the floor, lifting me, and wrapping my thighs back around his narrow hips. His purr starts again, and I melt into him—my body undecided if it wants to be aroused or relaxed.
I know I’ll need to be relaxed if I’m going to take his knot. I’ve been working on stretching almost every evening with the toys Teddy helped me pick out. And while Garret’s not small, he’s not as big as Sam. That still worries me a bit.
He drops his head to my shoulder and groans against my neck. His breath tickles my skin and makes me squirm against him, which just presses his hard length against my core. His muffled grunt of, “Fuck,” and the scrape of his teeth over the column of my throat make me want to do it again. So I do—wiggling my hips until his hands clamp down on them.
“Fuck…Kelly, you feel too good. Please. I need just a second…I’ve never…Fuck.”
Wait.
Hold the phone.
Back up.
Garret’s a virgin?
How the heck did that happen?
We’ve been living together for a few weeks now.
How did I not know this?
I really want to ask, but I don’t want to embarrass him either.
It’s not like I have a plethora of experience myself.
Even if I’ve been using toys every night for over two weeks straight.
Jeeze, I must look like some kind of sex maniac next to this guy.
Do I stay here hanging off of him like some sort of deranged lemur?
Should I get down and give him space?
I unwind my legs, but he won’t let me go, his hands wrapping around my thighs and holding me close to him. “I didn’t say stop, Sweetness, I said give me a second.” Instead of the tickle from earlier, his hot breath makes me shiver—especially when his tongue traces down the line of my throat. “Are you going to let me bite you, Kelly? Mark you? Bond you, so I’ ll always be able to find you?” Each question is punctuated by a small nip of his teeth against my neck, and I can feel how slippery he makes me.
I don’t make slick like an omega, but I sure as heck feel like I’ve got a slip-n-slide situation in my nethers right now. Unfortunately, Garret’s stopped moving. Oh, is he waiting for an answer? Shit, I thought that might be an alpha version of dirty talk…Sam said something similar before. Does he really want to bond me?
Do I want that?
The longer I think about it, the more it feels right. Do I need to bite him back? Does it even work for betas? “Please, Garret. I need you. I want your mark.” And it’s true. I’ve contemplated it with Sam and Teddy, but as it turns out, I want to bond with Garret, too. I want to always be able to find him and know what he’s feeling.
His hands tighten on my hips, pushing me away. I panic for a moment before realizing he’s just pulling me back so he can get inside. I’m so wet that he glides in easily, and then he pulls me hard against his body again. His head draws back to look at me, his face flushed as he meets my eyes. “Oh, god…Kelly. You feel so fucking good. I didn’t…I had no idea. Just…fuck. What do I…I’m not gonna last, but I need you to feel good. What…er…please gimme some guidance here, Love.”
He looks like he might be in pain, and his breath comes in harsh pants as he stares down, meeting my eyes. The friction and stretch already feel amazing, but I arch my back so I can look down between our bodies where we’re connected. His gaze follows mine and he lets out another loud groan at seeing himself disappearing inside of me. His knot is already slightly swollen—am I really thinking of trying to fit that inside? Sure, I’ve been practicing…no time like the present, I guess.
“Take your thumb and trace little circles around my clit.” My own voice sounds breathy and lost as I watch his hand lower between us. The first touch is almost too much and my hips spasm and twitch, causing him to grit his teeth. “Now, gently to start. That’s it.”
He pistons his hips again. The rhythm of his touch along with the slide of his body inside mine, making my mind foggy with pleasure. “Keep going…oh…Garret. Like that, just…oh, right there. Please. Don’t stop.” He says he’s never done this before, but his fingers are long and very talented and soon I can feel myself coming undone around him.
My body twitches, and I can feel him getting thicker as I clench around his length. His thumb freezes. “Holy shit…Kelly. What the…what are you doing?” His hips are bucking against me, his knot pounding against my entrance with every thrust.
I pull my chest closer to him, trapping his hand between us so I can whisper in his ear. “Knot me, please. Garret. I wanna feel all of you when you mark me.”
His voice is almost gone, his teeth gritted. “You’re sure?” I love that he checks in with me. I nod and he goes almost feral. His voice nothing but a loud snarl as he grabs both my hips and slams me up and down against him. The stretch is there, I can feel it, but it doesn’t hurt. Just an urgent pressure. Once, twice, three times, he’s hitting that inside spot so good, and suddenly the pressure is too much as he slams me down, his knot slips inside and finishes expanding.
It pushes against my inner walls with the most amazing sensation. Now that he’s inside, it’s not even uncomfortable, just full…so full. His loud shout echoes around the room, and then he pulls me close, sinking his teeth in my shoulder, right against my neck. Stars burst behind my eyes and I cry out as my muscles tense and twitch, pulling me so tight. His mouth comes loose and I feel his tongue tracing over the slight sting in my skin, kissing his way up my neck and claiming my mouth.
“Your turn, Sweetness. Are you up for claiming me back?” My mouth waters at the thought. I really never considered biting anyone before, but as a warmth blooms in my chest, it feels like him. It’s my choice, but I want this. I want him. Always. It’s hard to get the leverage, but after a moment of watching me struggle, Garret bends his knees, collapsing into a cross-legged position on the floor. It pulls his knot against me, and makes me wince a little, but brings me into position.
“Um…right here?” I trace my tongue over the area where his shoulder meets his neck. He nods, barely, and his hand comes up to cup the back of my head. A gentle encouragement.
His voice is barely a breath against my skin, “Please, Kelly.” I bite down…then bite down harder because this takes a bit more jaw strength than initially anticipated. The salty copper taste of him teases my tongue .
I’ve bitten hard enough to draw blood, and apparently that’s enough as my senses reel from his stormy night ocean scent filling my sinuses. It’s oddly refreshing. At the same time my tongue feels like I licked a battery from the lightning in the distance. I pull back, kissing the torn skin and following the column of his throat back to his lips.
He has a soft, sweet smile on his face. And I can feel the love and near obsession levels of devotion deep in my chest. It doesn’t feel warm like I expected, it’s more like that full-body shudder you get when you slide under a cool blanket on a warm night. Your whole body just relaxes and gives a happy little shiver. Except in that case, you know it won’t last. With Garret, I’ll always have that happy little shiver.
I rest my forehead against his, just breathing him in, feeling him inside my chest, and the pressure lower down. It doesn’t last long before his knot deflates and my hips relax back, letting him slide free. Still, he holds me, his alpha purr soothing my sore muscles before laying sweet gentle kisses down my neck and over the mark he’s left. “I love you…I know I said that, but now you can hopefully feel it. Thank you for loving me back.” My eyes drift closed as I settle against him, just floating on a cloud of bliss.