Chapter 7 Zale
SEVEN
ZALE
Hawthorn’s mouth was at the base of my throat, kissing and lapping. His lips on my skin sent a searing heat over my body.
I arched my neck instinctively, giving him more access.
My fingers threaded through his hair as if I was trying to anchor myself to this moment.
His scent enveloped me and made my knees weak as it had on the night we met.
Now it was even more intoxicating as though it was pulling me toward him and I couldn’t escape. Not that I wanted to.
The lamplight cast a haze over the rumpled sheets where I’d slept earlier in the day. Though my fever had broken, my body sizzled where he touched me.
"Hawthorn," I whispered, my voice was husky and barely recognizable to my own ears.
He hummed in response, the vibration sending blood to my already engorged cock. He lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze. His piercing dark eyes locked on mine, and my breath faltered. This was real, not the relationship my parents had tried to foist on me.
"You feel so good, Zale," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. One hand slid up my side, tracing the curve of my ribs beneath my sweatshirt. "I've wanted this since you walked into the bakery. Not just your body, but all of you."
His words melted something inside me. As an omega in my family, I'd been taught to expect possession, not partnership. But Hawthorn was different with his stolen glances and patient teaching that built a foundation of trust.
Now, here in his arms, I believed him. I reached up, cupping his face, feeling the rough stubble against my palm.
He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, and he leaned down to capture my mouth in another kiss.
It started slow with his lips moving against mine.
I parted for him, tasting the faint salt of his skin, and our tongues met in a dance that was both familiar and thrillingly new.
His arousal pressed against me but he wasn’t ripping my clothes off, not yet.
He was taking it slow, savoring every second as if we had all the time in the world.
My hands roamed over his back and I pushed his shirt up and over his head, revealing his taut torso and a small scar across his midsection. I traced it with my fingertip and he shuddered under my touch.
Hawthorn’s fingers peeling away my sweatshirt until cool air kissed my bare skin. My pants and briefs followed. I experienced a moment of vulnerability, laying there naked and exposed. But it vanished when he dipped his head again.
He trailed kisses down my chest while lingering over my collarbone, then lower, to the flat plane of my stomach. I gasped as his tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I couldn’t ignore the warmth that was making my skin tingle.
I brushed away a moment of doubt about the future and wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him closer. The friction was exquisite as his hardness pressed against me through his pants. He groaned into my mouth, and it emboldened me to undo his zipper. He helped me and shimmied his pants off.
Now he was naked and I couldn’t take my eyes off his thighs and the V of his hips leading to the patch of dark hair and his thick length. I reached for him, wrapping my hand around the shaft. He hissed and his eyes closed.
"Zale, gods, that’s so good."
"Tell me what you like," I whispered as I stroked him. It was empowering, seeing this alpha coming undone. He opened his eyes, locking on mine, and guided my hand with his own, showing me the pressure and the pace he liked.
"Just like that," he breathed, then pulled my hand away. "But I want to take care of you first."
His body covered mine and his skin was hot against my own. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roamed over my body, touching, teasing, and driving me wild with desire.
He moved lower and his mouth found my nipple, teasing it with his lips and teeth until I arched off the bed. His hand slipped between my thighs and he circled my entrance. He pressed one finger inside me and curled it.
Pleasure surged through me in a dizzying rush.
"Hawthorn, please."
I didn't know what I was begging for, but he guessed. He added a second finger, stretching me slowly, his thumb working circles over my most sensitive spot. Waves of desire built inside me while I gasped and writhed on the mattress.
"You're so responsive," he murmured against my skin. "I love seeing you so open for me." His words were like a balm, so soothing, and erasing any lingering fears about what tomorrow might bring.
I clutched at his shoulders and dug my nails into his skin as the pressure built.
"I'm close," I panted, and he increased his pace, his mouth claiming mine again in a kiss that swallowed my cries as I shattered. Ecstasy washed over me, leaving me limp and trembling in his arms.
He held me through it until I recovered though my body was still humming.
"Are you ready for me? We can rest if you prefer."
"I want all of you."
He positioned himself between my legs and his length nudged my hole. I shivered, anticipating his cock being inside me and I spread my legs wider. Draping my arms around his neck, I tensed waiting for him to enter me.
He entered me slowly, inch by inch—and there were a lot of inches—giving me time to adjust. He was so huge and I counted the seconds as he filled me. I took deep breaths as he pushed in and his length stretched me.
We both groaned when he was fully sheathed inside me. Our bodies were joined in the most intimate way, something I’d never dared imagine would happen. For a moment, we stayed still, our foreheads pressed together while we breathed in sync.
He began to move, slowly at first but building to a rhythm that had us both gasping. Each thrust sent pleasure unfurling through me. I met him stroke for stroke as I bucked my hips. Lifting my legs until they locked around him, I angled my hips and urged him to go deeper.
"I love you being inside me." I panted as my voice broke into a moan. The L word had popped out too soon and I worried I’d ruined everything. But I didn’t say it about him but rather what he was doing to me so I ignored it and concentrated on having his length wedged inside me.
Hawthorn’s pace quickened and beads of sweat lined his brow.
The room filled with the sound of our breaths, our moans, and the slick sound of our bodies coming together.
The scents of slick and sex mingled, creating a heady perfume that filled the room, and he reached between us, stroking me in time with his thrusts.
“If you want me to come, keep doing what you’re doing." My eyes were glazing over and I was almost at the point of no return.
"Oh no, we can’t have that." He laughed. "We’d better change things up." He rolled us so I was on top with my body straddling his. "You choose the pace and take what you need," he encouraged me as his hands settled on my hips.
I did, and I ground my ass against him, enjoying his grunts and moans. I rose up and sunk down onto him slowly, again inch by inch, savoring the new angle and the control it gave me.
His eyes darkened with desire, and maybe admiration for my initiative. "Gods, Zale, you're amazing like this." He flicked the tip of my cock and I paused as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
We moved together, with him hoisting me up and lowering me. It was a slower build up in this position and the sensations were drawn out. With one hand grabbing my hip, he teased my nipple with the other until I was gasping.
"That feels so good," I moaned as I slammed onto him.
"Zale... yes, just like that," he whimpered, sounding as though his control was fraying.
Bending forward, I kissed over his abdomen, reveling in his moans and how his fingers tangled in my hair without pulling, just holding. When I sat up, I heaved myself upward and fell on his dick. Not once or twice, but continuously until my energy was spent and my climax was about to slam into me.
"Come with me, Zale," he urged.
I let myself go and cried out his name as waves crashed over me once more, and he followed, burying his face in my neck while his body shuddered with the force of it.
Collapsing onto him, I lay on top of as our chests heaved. But I couldn’t help wondering if this was the beginning of something or was it a one-time thing?