Chapter 15 Hayes
HAYES
Her nails dig into my scalp as she looks down at me.
She completely owns me.
Sterling and Nate told me not to come tonight, that we needed to give her some space and that showing up at her place of work could make her retreat even more.
The issue is…I don’t fucking listen, and I have too much fucking free time on my hands.
Plus, maybe I didn’t like the idea of other people looking at the woman I already considered mine.
I can barely look away from her now. Her deep red hair is down in waves, framing her beautiful heart-shaped face. But beyond that, her body is absolutely insane. A combination of strength and softness.
I’m obsessed, and I needed to make sure she was alright. That we didn’t scare her off, and she’s still all in.
I could tell that she was retreating when we dropped her off after our weekend together. I know that Nate and Sterling put it all out there. We couldn’t have been more honest with our intentions. But I think that maybe that intense honesty scared the shit out of her.
Fuck, if I was an Alpha, I’d probably already have my mark deep into her skin and tuck her away in the most perfect nest you could imagine.
But I don’t have the power to bond us. What I do have is an unrelenting tenacity to prove to this woman that this is real, that we want her, that we can provide for her.
I clearly am not mature enough to deal with her working here.
The sooner she accepts she is ours, and that she never has to work another day in her life, the better.
“Hayes, you can’t just show up here and threaten people at my job.”
“I know that. I didn’t mean to,” I say sheepishly. The fact is, if he was talking about her actual pussy, the cops would probably need to be called. At the bare minimum I would’ve been banned from Lavender Moon.
“Were you feeling jealous?” she asks in a soft voice. One hand threaded in my hair, the other placed on my chest.
“Very. I’m needy. I want all your attention,” I tell her honestly.
“I thought the Omega was supposed to be the needy one?” she asks as she slowly begins to bracket my thighs with her own, sliding on my lap.
I do as she says, not touching.
“Baby, you work at a scent club where people pay unreal amounts of money to scent you and admire your body. Your neediness is based on hormones. Mine is bone deep desperation for you to pay attention to me.”
She nestles her ass against my thighs, her scent thick and comforting as she cups my jaw. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip.
“What are you thinking?” I ask her.
“That this is all too good to be true. That you’re being perfect now and then if we become a pack it will all go to shit. That I’ll lose everything.”
I didn’t expect her to be so honest. I hate the word if, it should definitely be when we become a pack, but I don’t need to harp on that.
“Can I touch now?”
She shakes her head no, and I sigh, trying to dig deep for some self-control.
“Can I ask you something about your mom and her pack?” I ask and she swallows thickly before giving me a quick nod.
“I know your mom wasn’t kind to you, that her Alphas acted like you didn’t exist, but who ran the show in that pack?”
“My mom,” she whispers.
“How do her Alphas treat her?” I ask.
She glances down, and it’s like I can see her mind racing.
“They aren’t good people, don’t get me wrong.
The hierarchy bullshit is sick. But as fucked up as they are, they treat your mom well.
There would be no hierarchy, I mean besides you being the center of the pack.
Omegas are meant to be adored, and Sterling and Nate are nothing like your mother’s Alphas,” I tell her, hoping to calm some of her fears.
“I know they’re good. That you’re good,” she whispers.
“You would be in charge. Seriously, you’ve got us wrapped around your finger already. This is real. This is a true courtship, Hailey. I want to tuck you away in a nest and give you the fucking world.”
With those words, she leans forward, her mouth clashing with mine. I can’t help myself as my hands automatically go to her back, holding her closer to my body. I need every single inch of her I can get touching me.
I need her to leave this room knowing that this is real, that she’s going to be ours.
Her hand slides to the back of my head, and I moan against the kiss.
“You’ll have a craft room, the best fucking nest, never have to lift a pretty little finger again,” I tell her against her lips.
She’s perfuming wildly.
“We’re going to spoil the fuck out of you. Please, let us,” I ask.
Her pupils are huge as she looks at me. I swear her scent has never been thicker.
Her thumb swipes at the bottom of my chin, her touch gentle as she comes up with the words she wants to say.
“You know this is crazy fast, right? You’re sure you’re not being impulsive?”
“Not impulsive. Not when I know. Just like I knew when I met Sterling, and when he let Nate sleep on our couch. Baby, I knew the minute you sat on my lap at that poker table, I wanted you to be mine.”
She doesn’t reply with words, instead leans forward and kisses me again. This time, her tongue tangles with mine, a possessive streak in the way she kisses me.
She grinds down on me, using me to get off, and I groan as she lets out a sound of frustration.
“You need more?”
“Yes,” she whispers as I slide a hand between us, pushing her small shorts to the side, gliding my fingers through her drenched cunt.
“You’re fucking soaked for me,” I say before I kiss the side of her throat, licking and sucking the soft skin there.
My fingers glide over her clit before pushing two inside her.
“Not enough,” she groans, raising herself up on her knees to unfasten my pants.
She’s quick about it, tugging down my pants before grabbing the elastic of my underwear and freeing my cock. She strokes it a few times.
“Ride me. Use me,” I tell her and she pauses.
Quickly standing on her ridiculously tall heels, she stands in front of me, her thumbs dipping into the elastic of her waistband. Yet, she pauses.
My dick is just bobbing there, weeping, ready to feel the warmth of being wrapped around her sweet cherry-scented pussy and she’s edging me.
“Tell me more about what it would be like if we were a pack,” she says, her hips lightly swaying to the music in the background.
“I’d get your name tattooed on my fucking chest. We’d share matching mate marks. You sure as fuck would never have to work another day here.”
Her hands move to her back, unclasping her bra as she seductively slides her arms out of the top. Her tits are perfect, a handful each, peaked with dusky nipples. I want them in my mouth while she rides my dick.
“What else?” she asks in a raspy voice. Her legs are bracketed by my thighs.
“You’d feel it down the bond how much you mean to us. You’d never have to doubt our feelings for you, not ever.”
She swallows thickly, all the bonding talk getting her hot. Her eyes are a little shiny as she slides her panties off and takes her place back on my lap. Her slick coats my cock as she grinds against my length. I squeeze one of her ass cheeks while I cup her jaw.
“You’d be ours. But more than anything, we’d be yours,” I whisper.
She shifts her body up and then slowly slides down my length, our gazes locked. I need her to understand. I need her to feel this connection and not doubt it.
“Fuck, Hailey,” I whisper as she takes me all the way, her perfect ass resting on my thighs.
My hand tangles in her hair as I kiss any piece of skin my lips can possibly touch. Her scent wafts off her as she uses her knees to lift herself up, impaling herself on my shaft.
Slick is dripping down my thighs as she fucks me. There’s a deep masculine pride knowing that I alone can turn her on, that I don’t need a knot or pheromones, that she wants me the way I am. Even if my methods of making her fall for me are unorthodox or unhinged.
It’s all worth it as she rides me, her nails digging into my shoulders. She’s so warm and wet with each bounce on my lap, and I know I’m not going to last long.
“Are you going to make a mess all over me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, taking her pleasure, her clit rubbing against my pelvis.
“Everyone is going to know I belong to Cherry when I walk out of here. Is that what you want?” I ask her.
She doesn’t answer with words, instead she shuts me up by bringing her mouth to mine. The kiss is frantic, a mix of heavy breathing and dueling tongues.
Her hips rub harder against me, a small gush of slick dripping on my groin as she moans into my mouth. Her pussy flutters around my cock and I can’t hold it back anymore as I fill her up with my cum.
I don’t have a knot, but Hailey stays on my lap, keeping my cock inside her as she licks her lips and cradles my face.
“You win,” she says.
I grin. “What do I win?”
“I’m going to work on not overthinking this. I believe you when you say that you want me, when Sterling and Nate tell me that this is serious. I’m not going to run from a good thing before I even have it.”
I push her long hair behind her shoulders.
“Does that mean I can come here every night and pay for this VIP experience until you decide you no longer want to work here?” I ask.
Fuck beating around the bush. We want her, we’re courting her, and it’s probably better that I’m asking permission instead of forgiveness.
“This isn’t me thinking I can buy your affection. This is me possibly having an aneurysm over the thought of dudes lusting after my girl. Or the uneasy Alpha pheromones I’ll have to deal with when you’re working.”
“Your girl, huh?” she says with a smirk.
“Yeah. My girl,” I say, running my hands up and down her arms.
“I suppose if it would make you feel better, you could buy as many VIP dances as you’d like, but I can’t afford to stop working.”
I go to open my mouth to speak but she beats me to it.
“I know you could cover my bills, and I don’t have an issue with that when a bond is involved.
I’m fully open to this courtship, but I also need a back-up plan.
Until I have a bond on my neck, I’m not giving up my one way to earn money.
This is the best club in Vegas and I just can’t leave myself without a safety net. ”
I take a deep breath, trying not to groan, wanting to reason with her.
“When you do have your bonds?” I say, trailing a finger over her collarbone.
She smirks. “Well, when I have my bonds, then you can pay for everything and anything as my Beta sugar daddy.”
I bark out a laugh and she shifts her weight, leaning against my chest, her head against my heartbeat as I kiss the top of her head and hold her close.
We lie like that for a long time, no worries about time, and I wonder just how long would be considered absolutely bat shit crazy to tattoo her name on my chest.