15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Vivi
My whole world tilts, sending adrenaline spiking through my blood. A giggle escapes me as Ty carries me into their home, laughing gleefully. His happiness is infectious and a smile springs to my face as we burst onto the main floor of their house.
Since I was somewhat preoccupied when we pulled up, I didn’t catch so much of a glimpse of the house from the outside. Now, my head is on a swivel, taking in everything I can, from the high ceilings to the cozy couches and oversized television, as it all whips past.
“I can walk, you know.” I reach up to run my hand over the rough stubble on Ty’s chin. It’s like sandpaper on my skin and makes me tingly. At my words, his arms tighten around me, holding me closer to his chest. I wait for nerves to flutter to life, but they don’t. His possessive grumble only serves to make me feel safe and precious, and I revel in it.
“You can,” he jokes. “But we only have a few minutes to hide before they get in. And I want you all to myself for as long as I can.”
He weaves this way and that so quickly that it makes my head spin. There is no way I could find my way out of this maze, even if I wanted to—which I absolutely don’t. He finally screeches to a halt outside a sturdy door and produces a key from his pocket, which he shoves forcefully into the lock.
His eyes shine with excitement, and my core pulses in answer as we push our way through the door. The incredible orgasm Dash gave me in the car certainly helped calm the heat boiling within me, but it’s still there, simmering just under the surface.
The room is pitch-black as Ty shuts the door behind us, but the thick musk of sweat combined with all of my Alphas’ scents has my mouth watering and my body becoming restless. What is this place?
Squinting, I try to peer around, but the inky blackness surrounding us gives away absolutely nothing. Yet, Ty walks confidently through the space, unconcerned.
Unable to take it anymore, I ask, “Where are we?”
Ty chuckles, the vibrations in his chest sending warmth fluttering through my body, heating my skin. The dress I’m wearing becomes impossibly tight, the soft material suddenly scratchy, and I’m ready to begin clawing at it when he abruptly sets me down on a smooth, cool surface.
“Relax, baby girl, I just wanted a minute with you,” he rasps, gripping my leg tightly in one hand. This possessive move should scare me. But with him, it just feels so right. Almost soothing.
“And I can’t see you while we enjoy that minute?” I quip, and he gives my thigh a gentle squeeze. His rum punch scent envelops me, and my nipples tighten to aching needy points that only his attention can soothe. There’s a pop sound followed by a clang directly below me, and a small light filters out, illuminating his shoes and pants.
“Nope,” he banters back, “Might give away our location, and then I’d have to share you.”
“Sharing is caring,” I crack, wiggling curiously as he bends down toward the little light.
“Okay, so we have blue, red, yellow, and orange Gatorade. Which do you want, Vivi?” he asks, and it takes my mind a moment to process the rapid change of conversation.
“Ummmm… red, I guess? But I’m not thirsty,” I say, as my mouth goes dry, making me a complete and utter liar. He pulls out two red bottles, popping the tops before giving one to me.
“Drink up, little omega, you’re just about in heat, and I’m going to take care of you,” he promises. His words strike me right in the heart, bringing a tear to my eyes. Raising the cool plastic to my lips, I tip it back and take a big gulp. Quickly guzzling the sweet juice as I realize just how thirsty I am.
Ty’s warm, calloused thumb rubs gentle circles on my inner thigh, causing goosebumps to rise along my legs. His motion both soothes and arouses me as we sit silently in the darkness. There’s something on the tip of his tongue, a question he desperately wants to ask. His lips open and close a few times, as though he doesn’t know quite how to speak about his feelings.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” I promise in a hushed tone, trying my best not to break the moment between us. His circling thumb moves higher along my leg, and the anticipation builds between us as I spread my thighs wider, giving consent with my body.
“I… I just… fuck… I’m sorry about before. At your apartment,” he rasps out, his voice thick with tension. Now I’m truly perplexed, searching for something he should be sorry about and coming up empty. Thankfully, he continues.
“I didn’t realize you weren’t ready for me to touch you, taste you. Never would have done that. I’ve never taken from someone without their consent, and I… Fuck. I don’t know how to make that okay. The last thing I want is for you to be afraid of me. I’m gonna clear out so Dash and Fox can help you with this heat.” He pushes out the rest, his regret hanging heavy in the air, and without any hesitation, I reach for him. My instinct to soothe my Alpha reaches new heights, and I take in this man. This good man. Under all the jokes and green hair, he truly cares, and I feel his worry in my soul.
Pitch-black surrounds us, but my instincts know exactly where he is as I cup his face—bringing his lips to mine in the tenderest of kisses. His hand remains heavy on my thigh, causing more slick to pour from me, perfuming the air between us and making it impossible to hide how much I want him. Grabbing him, I bring his fingers to my core, pressing him against the heat between my legs. A soft purr comes from my chest, surprising the both of us.
Well, that’s new.
“Ty, I wanted everything you did,” I say and continue to purr. “If you leave, I’ll be crushed. You never made me feel afraid. I was scared of my reaction to all of you. I’ve never felt so needy, so out of control…”
At my words, his fingers gently touch my outer lips, spreading my slick over my aching pussy. My body warms to epic proportions, and I hastily lean backward, my hands slamming onto the smooth countertop so I can tilt my hips and open myself to him. My clit is on fire, and my nipples rub against the dress that I want to tear off.
Taking in little gasps of air, I almost sob as his fingers part my folds, gathering my arousal and moving with excruciating slowness to the sensitive bundle of nerves. Ty taps it with his thumb before beginning to work me in rhythmic circles. I desperately push against him to increase the pressure.
“You want me to make this pussy feel better, baby girl?” he rumbles, but there is still a hint of vulnerability in his voice that needs to be dealt with.
“Make me feel good, Alpha,” I beg, and that shatters his control. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me off the counter, and I cry out at the swift denial of the orgasm I was chasing. But before I can get too worked up, he lowers me onto some kind of long bench.
What the heck is this room?
My legs spread wide, falling to either side of it, my toes barely touching the floor as he lays me on my back.
“Gonna taste this pussy. Need you to come all over my tongue. Can you do that for me, omega?” he growls and slick gushes all over the bench in response.
“Please. Alpha. Please,” I cry, wanting that more than anything in the world.
All around me, the inky black presses in, and I can’t focus on anything except the intense pulses of my core begging to be filled.
A loud thump echoes in the quiet space as he drops his knees to the floor, and I jump when his hands grasp my hips tightly, pulling me toward the edge of the bench. The material slides across my back, eliciting a moan that quickly turns into a scream of ecstasy when his tongue laps a strip up my slit.
“Now, be as quiet as you can while I devour this cupcake pussy. Otherwise, they’re gonna find us,” he warns, nipping at my inner thigh. The sting only heightens the ache inside me, but he’s already there, shoving his face against my sloppy pussy.
Ty is feral in his need to bring me to orgasm, slurping at my arousal as he thrusts his tongue deep inside me, all the while using his thumb to manipulate my sensitive clit.
“That feels so good,” I pant, pressing myself harder against his face.
“Yeah, baby, take what you need, cover me in your slick, make me yours,” he snarls, before returning to feasting on me. Pleasure electrifies me, and blood pounds in my ears. My pussy flutters as he licks in and out of me, circling my clit, then rubbing it up and down until I’m writhing.
Ty’s hands leave my hips for a second, reaching up to toy with my nipples through my dress. He growls at the material, moving his mouth up to suck my clit in intensely rapid pulls. My body shakes, and I can’t quiet the moans and screams of ecstasy. Nothing has ever felt this good.
Suddenly, a tearing sound rends the air, and my dress falls away, giving Ty access to my throbbing nipples. His strong fingers tease them, blurring the line between pain and pleasure and sending me right over the edge as I detonate.
Tremors of pleasure whirl through my body, and my toes curl. The room is pitch-black, but I swear my vision whites out, and slick squirts from me, coating both of us. Lust makes Ty’s rum punch scent thicken around us, and the combination makes me long to taste him, letting him fuck my mouth until tears fall down my cheeks.
As I come down from the most intense orgasm of my life, my Alpha is relentless.
“Give me another,” he barks, returning his mouth to my oversensitive clit, giving it a little nip that makes me squeal.
“I can’t,” I cry, but I’m already arching up to meet his lips, sighing in relief when two of his thick fingers fill my spasming cunt. “Ohhhhhhh, yes, harder, Alpha.”
He slams his fingers inside me, crooking them to rub that special place, and somehow my passion soars higher. My body is completely his.
His to control. His to feast on. His to shatter.
“This is one tight pussy. Next, I’m going to stretch you over my knot and make you come until you can’t remember your name,” he growls against me, sending the vibrations straight through my clit, and I wail at the intensity. That image in my mind, him stretching me, filling me, locking me to him, sends my orgasm spiraling out of control.
Ecstasy bursts inside me, and my scream echoes through the dark surrounding us. My body seizes, and my pussy clamps down hard on his thick digits, but I wish it were Ty’s knot. I slump back against the smooth leather of the bench underneath me, my limbs going limp.
“Fucking delicious, baby girl,” he groans, giving me another slow, loving lap. “You were made just for me.”
“I think you’ve killed me. Death by orgasm,” I whimper, pleasure still writhing like a live-wire inside my body as he gently licks at my folds. Inhaling deeply, I can’t help but pant as I attempt to catch my breath.
“Oh, Vivi, we’re just getting started,” a husky voice floats from the other side of the room.
And then they turn on the lights…