16. Claire
It was as if some feral beast took me over. One second I was reading the confusing poem Janet handed over, and the next, I was nearly jumping the alpha right there in the town center.
“Claire?” Riley said. The confusion and concern there would have been funny if my mind wasn’t fogged as the scents of cherry and lime overwhelmed me. It was sweet and tart, fresh, and with the alpha’s pheromones mixed in, I felt downright intoxicated.
“I need you. Now,” I growled. Again I pressed my nose to Vance’s neck and breathed in, taking great gulps of air like this alone could satiate me.
My body pressed against his as desire slammed through every inch of me. Vance grabbed my wandering hands with his own, locking onto my wrists to stop me from undressing him in public. But the show of dominance only had more slick pooling between my thighs.
“Please,” I begged him quietly, stepping back and trying to breathe, but he had invaded my senses until there was nothing but him on my radar.
“We need to take a detour. Our place is the closest,” Adrien said.
“Yes, let’s do that,” I said quickly, wrapping one arm around Vance and practically dragging him to the parking lot. Instead of piling into two vehicles, we all smashed into Riley’s truck, him tossing the keys to Adrien and squishing in the middle as I sat in Vance’s lap.
For once I didn’t second guess it, simply twisted around and rested against him, whimpering and squeezing my thighs together.
This wasn’t a heat, I still had my mind even though I found him overwhelming, but it was also something I’d never experienced before. I knew Riley’s scent of spring rain was amazing and I wanted more of it, breathed it in, whenever I could. But this was so much more intense.
“We don’t have much time, or we’re going to be late, and the whole town will know,” Adrien pointed out.
“We should sit this one out,” Riley agreed. “Though it pains me and I can’t promise I don’t expect some sort of reprise in the future.”
“Thank you,” Vance said roughly. “If she’s feeling even a fraction of what I did the first time I scented her, then this is going to be a lot as it is. I only started taking the blockers again this past month or so when I decided to venture out, and they must have cleared my system fast.”
I’d never heard his voice so gravelly, and as he shifted, his hard cock pushing into my ass, I knew he was struggling for his own form of composure.
The moment we were in the driveway and safely in park, I threw open the door and climbed off of Vance, and willed him to move faster. He didn’t let me get far from him. The alpha was on my heels as we reached the door, fumbling with his keys like we were teenagers in a frenzy.
I didn’t bother to look behind us, only focusing on the alpha who was now dragging me to his room. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt in my body, only anticipation.
The moment I drew a single breath of his scent, I knew the truth. We were mates. There was no turning back now and I didn’t want to.
“Claire?” Vance’s voice was serious, making sure I met his blue eyes before he continued. “Are you sure about this?”
“I’m positive,” I said, punctuating my answer with action. My dress was falling to the floor before he could respond, and his answering growl was followed by the alpha scooping me up and depositing me on the bed.
“I’m one lucky bastard,” he said, his wavy hair falling in front of his eyes.
The next several moments were a frenzy of pulling at each other’s clothes until we were naked. His hands roamed my body as I pressed my nose to his neck, then trailed it down his chest, breathing in every bit of his scent that I could.
I was going to erect monuments in his name. Cherry limeade flavored delights piled high as the eye could see, most likely in some phallic structure.
I could feel his hard erection pressing against me, thick and hot, and my mind spiraled with all of the possibilities.
“Vance, please,” I begged. What I was asking for, I had no clue, but he was there, a soothing rumble calming the storm, though only in the slightest.
“We have a little time, I’m not going to fuck and run, Claire. Let them wonder where we are,” Vance said with a smirk as he kissed his way down my body.
He paused as he reached my breasts, rolling one hard nipple between his fingers while his teeth teased the other. My body was on fire for the alpha, each touch only amplifying it until I was writhing under him as nonsensical pleases fell from my lips.
“Vance,” I begged again, trying to shift and reach him.
When I tried to move he pinned me down with his hands, not letting me escape the torture. As he moved lower, it was almost impossible not to scream for him to fuck me already, but no force could make Vance move faster, not even an impending family dinner it seemed.
Vance hooked his hands under my knees, spreading me wide and holding me in place for him. The touch was just shy of bruising, and I knew there’d be no escape from what was to come.
“You better hold on tight, omega,” he warned. The guttural sound in his voice showed he was just as desperate for this as me.
The night he’d first touched me at my house and had laid me out was mind-blowing. Add in those skills with the frantic edge and demand both of our bodies were making? I freaking lost it.
His tongue was magic.
Every stroke of his tongue was coupled with expertly teasing fingers. He sucked hard on my clit as he thrust two digits inside of me, the amount of slick and previous release between my lips making it ridiculously easy.
“Yes,” I hissed, chasing my pleasure.
“Such a good little omega for your alpha, aren’t you, Peach?”
Desire, demanding and needy, swirled through me with each second he spent worshiping my body.
My orgasm built, slow and steady, as if he already knew my body on that intimate of a level. Or maybe Vance was just as good at reading people as he was books.
My legs fought against the hold as he unrelentingly tongue fucked me, pumping two fingers in and out in tandem until I was exploding for him, soaking him as my cries filled the air.
He scaled my body quickly, tossing his smeared glasses to the side and squinting down at me with pure promise.
It was only then that I got a full look at his cock.
A whine left my lips, and I swear to the gods I felt my pussy flutter. Whether that was in anticipation or astonishment, I wasn’t sure.
I wanted him inside me so fierce and so deep I couldn’t even breathe. I didn’t care if he broke me in half. If he did, I knew in my heart that he’d put me back together.
“We’re made for each other, Claire,” he assured, that sweet sensitive side of him still there even as he ran the head of his cock along my slit, dripping precum and marking me as his already. “It’s time, Peach.”
There was no hesitation as he shifted his body so he could properly fuck me now. As he slowly sank inside of me I wrapped my legs around him, refusing to let him back away for a second.
I held him close, adjusting to the intense full feeling of an alpha’s cock for the first time. There was no spot he didn’t touch, and I couldn’t help but squirm and writhe on his cock, curious to see how it felt.
“Claire,” he growled. “If you don’t stop, you’re going to send me into a rut, and then we’ll never make it to dinner.”
“Fuck dinner,” I said, leaning my head up to kiss his neck. “Better yet, fuck me.”
I nudged my heels into his ass, ready for more.
“Are you always this demanding?” he husked out the question.
“Yes,” I shot back. “Now fuck me, alpha.”
Vance snarled before pulling out and slamming back into me.
Each thrust was more demanding than the last until he was fucking me mercilessly into the mattress. A low growl rumbled from him as our scents swirled in the air. It was heady, intoxicating, and perfect.
His knot started to swell before either of us realized, and for a second, I panicked. This was the part of fucking this alpha I hadn’t considered, and we handn’t talked about it.
He sensed my hesitation, but I wasn’t about to let him pull away.
“Claire, we don’t need to knot,” he said firmly.
“I need your knot, Vance,” I said, feeling the base of him tug at my opening. “Show me how to take you.”
Now that we were in the moment, it was all I could think about. I wanted him to fuck his knot into me and come so deep inside me that his cherry lime scent would never fade. So that I could wear him with me everywhere.
“You say the sweetest and filthiest things,” he groaned, pressing deeper as he fed me inch after inch of his knot. “I’m so damn lucky.”
“So good,” I said, that nagging feeling in the back of my head quieting slightly.
His smile spread on his face, those damn dimples popping, and I relaxed and took all of him, though it was short-lived as the knot swelled inside me. Refusing to let him back out, I locked my legs around his waist, willing my body to relax again.
“Look at you taking all of me, omega,” he said. “Fuck, you feel amazing, Claire. I knew it would be maddening to be inside you, that I’d want to lose control in seconds.”
“Lose control, Vance,” I pleaded. “I want everything with you.”
He continued to fuck his knot into me as it grew, rocking his hips even when it stretched me to my limits. It was almost too much, yet somehow not enough. My body was built for this and he felt amazing, but I was dizzy as I breathed through the intensity of our connection.
He was my mate. Just as much mine as Riley was, and I suspected Adrien too.
“Mine,” he groaned, his lips finding my neck as I instinctively exposed more of it for him.
He licked a hot stripe up my neck, grinding into me hard as his teeth scraped my neck.
“I’m gonna–”
“Come for me, Peach,” he commanded, his lips latching onto my skin and sucking harshly, marking me in a way I knew was only a prelude to his eventual bite.
Vance shuddered as he came, my name falling from his lips. My body followed just as easily, his fingers barely brushing over my overly sensitive clit until I was clenching around his knot, letting him push it even deeper inside of me as he filled me.
He shifted us to the side, still held together by his knot as we cuddled close. My breathing evened out as he ran soothing hands up and down my arm. No words were exchanged now, we simply breathed in the moment and each other until enough time had passed.
“I’m glad I waited,” I said, trying to find the words to convey how special this moment had been for me.
He hummed happily. “If I was our sassy beta, I would say something like ‘of course you are’ but I’m really glad we found each other.”
“When the two of you mentioned my scent,” I said, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “I never expected it to work like this, to be this intense, to have your body and mind just driven with this insatiable need.”
“Well, it’s a good thing we satisfied that, for now at least. Is it wrong that I want you to go to that dinner smelling like me?” Vance asked with a smug smile on his face.
“No, but I’m showering anyway,” I teased, giving him one more kiss before pulling myself from the bed. I managed to ignore the ache between my legs and went into the adjoining bathroom.
Thankfully the alpha didn’t follow, giving me a moment to throw my hair into a knot and washing myself as quickly as possible. In the end, he still won, since I used his body wash. I was still appreciative for the small moment to myself though, and how he’d grown to be able to read my needs so quickly. That was one of the things about Vance I appreciated so much, he was always there when I needed him and preceptive when I needed to process on my own.
He was also freshly showered and dressed by the time I came out. Now that the drive was over, I felt almost shy and unsure.
Then Vance was there, kissing me softly, and I let any doubt or shyness fall away. This was right, he was mine, and I didn’t care who knew it.
As soon as we came downstairs Riley was swooped in, breaking the moment in true Riley fashion.
“The audience awaits, are you guys done with your little moment?” he teased, raising an eyebrow at me.
My cheeks warmed at being called out, and he laughed easily, not jealous in the least. If there was ever a sign that this could work, Riley being so nonchalant was it.
“There’s nothing little about our moment, beta,” Vance said, stealing a kiss from him as well. “You’ll find that out soon enough.”
“Let’s go before mom sends out a search party,” I said, hooking my arm through Riley’s and letting him lead me back to the truck.
“I expect details later,” he hissed before climbing in, my laughter lightening the mood even further.
“A good girl doesn’t kiss and tell,” I said as I waited for Vance and Adrien to join us outside.
“Good thing you aren’t a good girl,” Riley snorted. “Now, do you want to take a bet on who gets the first embarrassing story?”