Chapter 6 Misha
SIX
MISHA
After Tucker left the room, I decided I might as well use the bathroom since I wasn’t sure how much longer we had left to go.
The lines Tucker had done already were beautiful, and I couldn’t stop looking at them.
It made my heart feel light to see the shades of green ink on my skin.
I had zero regrets about my first tattoo, and I was dying to see it finished.
I was at the sink, washing my hands, when I heard a thunk and then my name from the other side of the wall. Tucker’s office was off the same hall as the bathroom, and I started to worry. It had sounded like he was in pain.
Hustling into the hallway, I knocked on the closed door that said office in gilded gold and black script.
“Tucker? Are you okay?”
A muffled curse was his only response.
“Do you need help? Should I come in?”
This time his answer was clear. “No. I’ll be right out.”
He sounded breathless, and my concern ratcheted up a notch. I took a deep breath to try to calm my nerves, but instead, Tucker’s heady scent filled my nose, somehow more concentrated and intense than it had been when he’d been bent over my arm, inking his art into my skin.
Another curse filtered through the door followed by the sound of clothing rustling.
Maybe he’d needed to change? Had he gotten ink on his shirt?
Maybe that was why his scent was so strong.
Was Tucker shirtless on the other side of the door?
Unhelpfully and completely unbidden, an image of Tucker’s naked broad shoulders and wide chest appeared in my head.
My mind helpfully added the completed pictures of the ink that colored both of his arms and disappeared under the sleeves of his tight black T-shirt.
I was suddenly desperate to see if the pictures my brain had conjured up were correct.
I also wanted to run my fingers over every inch of his inked skin, tracing the patterns and committing them to memory.
My cock jerked behind my zipper, and a small moan slid past my lips.
Maybe it was because Tucker was an alpha I actually liked, despite our rocky start, or maybe it was just because I’d never spent this much one-on-one time with an alpha I was so drawn to, but I’d never had this much trouble controlling my reactions before.
I’d never had sex before, but I’d thought about it a lot while I got myself off during my heats when need was the only thing driving me and in between when I just wanted to feel pleasure.
Now though, with Tucker’s naked chest in my head and his scent in my nose, I was obsessed with the idea.
And I wanted Tucker to be my first. I needed it.
This time, the images my mind supplied were vivid and filthy.
Tucker behind me, my chest pressed to his desk as he fucked into me hard and fast and my hands gripped the wood to hold myself still.
His words from earlier about how good I was sitting for him while he worked echoed in my ears.
Those words had made me half hard, and now thinking about similar words being whispered while he held me down and filled my body made my cock ache and my hole leak slick.
A quick glance down verified that there was no way I could sit on that padded leather bench with Tucker’s hands all over me for as long as it took to finish the tattoo without getting myself off.
Turning on my heel, I hustled back to the bathroom and shut the door behind me, the slam a little more forceful than I had intended.
I couldn’t believe I was really about to take my cock out in the bathroom of Tucker’s business, but there was no help for it.
I needed to come so I could be calm enough to sit for the rest of the session and there was exactly one way that was going to happen.
My hand was undoing my jeans before I could overthink what I was about to do anymore.
The first slide of my palm against the length of my cock almost made me cry out with relief, but I bit the sounds back, my teeth digging into the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.
I worked my hand over my cock as fast as I could, not wanting to keep Tucker waiting, and what felt like seconds later, cum coated my fingers as I fell over the edge, the thought of Tucker being the first person to fuck me making my cock pulse.
It took me a second to catch my breath and open my eyes, and when I did, I cursed.
I’d caught my reflection in the mirror over the sink, and I was a mess.
My hand was covered in cum, my cheeks were bright pink, the blue of my eyes was almost completely invisible, wide pupils taking over almost all the real estate.
For some inexplicable reason, my hair was a mess, my white-blond curls a tangled riot on my head, and my lips looked swollen, probably because of how I’d been biting them to keep from making a sound.
There was no way Tucker could look at me and not know exactly what I’d just done.
For a split second, I thought about running, about trying to slip out the back door, but then my gaze caught on the ink on my forearm, and I knew I had to stay.
Shuffling over to the sink, I washed my hands, then tucked my thankfully soft cock back into my pants and washed my hands again.
My stomach filled with butterflies as I thought about walking back out into the studio and sitting on Tucker’s padded bench looking like I’d just gotten myself off in his bathroom.
The alternative was worse, though. If I stayed in the bathroom, eventually Tucker would come looking for me, and then I’d be cornered, and cornered hares, even the shifter kind, tended to panic.
If I panicked, there was no telling what I might do.
Probably something stupid like throw myself into the alpha’s arms and press my lips to his just to see if they were as soft as they looked.
It was his damn mouth that had had me more than half hard through the first part of our session.
His soft pink tongue stuck out between his plump lips while he worked, and I could swear I’d caught the quickest flash of something silver.
I’d never kissed anyone before, at least not more than a quick friendly peck on the cheek, and I’d certainly never kissed anyone who had their tongue pierced.
I wondered what it would feel like to have Tucker’s tongue and the little metal ball I’d seen slide against my own tongue.
And, oh, damn it, I was getting hard again.
“Okay, Misha. Get your mind out of the gutter.” I closed my eyes, shook out my hands, and bounced on the balls of my feet while attempting to drive all thoughts of Tucker’s possibly pierced tongue from my mind.
When my cock was no longer pressing against the fly of my jeans, I took a deep breath and reached for the door handle.
And promptly bumped straight into Tucker, who’d been walking down the short hall from his office.
“Oh, sorry.” I tried not to look up at him, but his strong hands were on my arms, holding me steady, and our chests were brushing. His scent was so strong that I felt my knees wobble, and I was grateful he was holding me up while I simultaneously worried that he’d feel me trembling.
I couldn’t avoid meeting his gaze because I had to know if he could tell I was shaking from his touch and his proximity.
I expected him to be annoyed that I’d more or less fallen into him, but instead, he was looking at me with an expression that could only be described as hunger.
I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure that he was wearing the same expression I did when I looked at the seven-layer chocolate cake Nico had on offer at the bakery.
Worse yet, I’d swear I felt myself start to drool just like I did over the cake.
Wiping at my mouth, pleased to find I hadn’t really drooled and made a complete fool of myself, I took a step back, and Tucker let his hands fall from my arms. I mentally congratulated myself for staying on my feet and not tripping.
Until I glanced up at Tucker again.
He was still looking at me like he wanted to eat me up with a fork, and I felt my cheeks heat as I ducked my head again.
Tucker cleared his throat, effectively breaking the tension that had taken up all the air in the tight little hallway. “Are you ready to get back to it?”
Not trusting my voice to be as steady as my feet, I nodded.
“Great. After you.” He gestured to the end of the corridor where the studio waited, and I slowly turned away from him.
If I were the kind of omega that had any clue what it meant to flirt with an alpha, I would have added some sort of sexy sway to my hips or I would have made some witty quip about Tucker liking to watch me walk away paired with a sultry wink over my shoulder, but since I wasn’t that kind of omega, I kept my gaze trained on the floor and focused on putting one foot in front of the other.