Chapter 46 Ash
Ash
I’m a fucking asshole.
Mirabelle deserves better than me. Better than getting bent over the bathroom sink and fucked.
But she won’t be getting better than me.
I’ve been punching down the almost uncontrollable, insane need to claim her ever since I found out that she bonded with the other two. I know I can’t bond her tonight. I know that has to wait for when her next heat comes, but I need her.
And she needs me. Needs this.
Her body is practically begging for it. She’s always been so eager to please, so responsive.
I know the guys and I just agreed to share her, but I don’t think I can share right now.
Later? Probably. I’ll have to, in order for this to work.
Now? Fat chance in hell.
She’s all mine right now.
My hand drifts down below her belly button and between her thighs. I swallow hard, biting back the savage snarl that wants to leave my chest when I feel just how wet she is.
She lets out a whimper as I finally cup her pussy. She’s soaked through the thin fabric of the lingerie.
“All this for me?” I growl, resting my forehead against her good shoulder.
I don’t think I can fucking look at her right now. I’ll lose my mind.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
It’s a single word. A borderline innocent answer. She doesn’t need to talk dirty to drive me fucking insane.
“Can you... can you look at me too?”
My head jerks up at her whispered words.
I meet her wide eyes in the mirror. Her lips quirk up in an adorable smile that makes my cock throb against her ass. The allure she has is effortless on her part.
“That a command, Shortcake?”
“Not a command. A request. You’re the one who bosses me around.”
“And you like it,” I murmur, my hand reaching down to possessively cover her mound.
“I—I do,” she squeaks out.
My fingers slip the gusset of the lingerie she’s wearing to the side before I tease her slick soaked entrance with my fingers. Her soft flesh is warm to the touch.
“Oh my god.” Her knuckles go white on the counter and her eyes flutter shut again.
“We haven’t even started,” I tease, squeezing the underside of her jaw gently.
Her eyes fly open in response, meeting mine in the mirror.
The whine that leaves her throat when I pull my fingers away from her threatens the little control over myself I do have.
“You’re teasing me,” she pouts.
“And you’re gonna take it,” I chuckle.
I bring my fingers to her lips, spreading her slick against them like lip gloss. Her tongue peeks out to play, nipping at my fingertips. When she smiles at me in the mirror, I know she knows what she’s doing.
Guess she picked up a thing or two when she was with Griffin and Rowan.
The jealousy that I expected to hit me is a lot less intense than I would’ve expected. Seems like getting her alone in a room with me is all the medicine that crazy feral part of my brain needs.
When she’s cleaned my fingers, I swear I’m so hard my knot has already started swelling, and I haven’t even been inside her yet.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” I growl against her skin as I grip the tiny straps of her lingerie.
I want to tear it. Rip it and all it represents to fucking shreds. But I worry that’d fuck with the knife wound that dead bastard gave her, so I settle for pushing them down her shoulders.
The fabric pools around her waist, baring her perky tits and pretty nipples to the cool bathroom air.
Her head falls back against my shoulder as I reach around and cup her tits, pinching her nipples.
“Watch,” I command.
Her head lifts back up as she meets my gaze in the mirror again.
“I want you to watch your tits bounce as I fuck you.”
Her perfume practically explodes out from her at my words.
“You like that?” I growl, my hands trailing down her body, possessively gripping her hips.
“Mhmm.” The little minx grinds her ass back against me, practically begging me to take her.
Who am I to deny her? Denying her would make me a bad alpha.
I don’t bother with getting rid of the rest of our clothes. I just shove the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers down far enough to get my cock out and slip her lingerie to the side.
“Brace yourself,” I growl, my free hand coming back to rest against her neck.
She barely rests her hands against the counter before I’m lining the head of my cock up with her slicked entrance.
My hips snap forward. I sink deep inside her with a single thrust.
“Holy fucking shit,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, her knuckles going white along the counter.
My hold on her neck and the base of her jaw grows firmer before I thrust into her, my rhythm growing more intense with each snap of my hips.
My hand around her neck is there for two reasons. One, it makes my cock hard. Two, because I want to keep her from fucking with her shoulder.
“You’re taking my cock like you were fucking made for it,” I growl.
All that leaves her lips is a high-pitched, keening moan.
The noise makes me puff my chest out with pride. Let them hear us. I don’t give a shit. I’m sure they all knew what I planned on doing when I came in here alone with her.
I’ll make nice with them later.
“Eyes on us,” I growl, guiding her chin up with my thumb along the underside of her jaw. “Watch me fuck you.”
I need to make sure she’s paying attention. That she’s here. With me. Not thinking about anything else.
Her eyes are half-lidded. Her cheeks are flushed. Her lips are parted.
Fuck yes.
That’s exactly the look I wanted to put on her face.
The sight has my knot throbbing as I feel her against me with every thrust.
“Please,” she gasps.
“Please, what?” I taunt, slowing my thrusts.
She whines at the change in pace, pushing her ass back against me.
“Use your words,” I growl.
Her eyes narrow on me and her teeth peek out as she bites her bottom lip in frustration.
It’s adorable.
Her good hand leaves the edge of the countertop, reaching between her legs.
I immediately grab her wrist, pulling her hand away.
“What? Why! Come on, I want to come!”
“Such a needy little omega.”
It’s surprising, considering the way she didn’t seem to know anything about her body, desires, or sex when we first met. I guess it makes sense that’s changed since that fucked up heat she went through. The three of them spent an awful lot of time fucking each other, I assume.
“I told you to brace yourself.” I guide her wrist back to the edge of the counter. “You think I’m not gonna take care of you? I’m offended, Shortcake.”
“Ash,” She gasps. “Please!”
“I’m telling you to brace yourself against the counter for a fucking reason.” I emphasize my final words with quick snaps of my hips.
Her hand scrabbles for purchase against the edge of the sink to properly brace herself against the force of my thrusts.
“See? You’ve only got one good arm and making sure you leave this bathroom in one piece is my responsibility.” I reach around her body with my free hand, dipping my fingers down a little lower to gather some of her slick before rubbing a tight circle around her clit.
She lets out a breathy little gasp that quickly turns into a moan as I resume my earlier pace.
“You’re going to come around my cock like a good little omega, aren’t you?” I growl as I feel her inner walls flutter around me. I bend my knees and angle my thrusts up so they hit a special place inside her that has her practically gushing around me.
“Yes! Please—“
Her strangled cries are cut off as she clamps down around me.
I keep a careful grip on her neck and jaw, keeping her head straight as she slumps forward, her legs giving out from underneath her.
The pace of my hips slow as I work her through her orgasm.
Her red hair sticks to the thin sheen of sweat that’s forming on her forehead. Lucky we’re gonna take a shower after this.
“You’re so pretty when you come all over my cock,” I murmur.
Her eyes snap up to meet mine, her cheeks even more flushed. She likes it when I say shit like that, if the way her pussy clamped down on my cock even harder is any indication.
“What—what about you?” She pants.
“You worried about me?” The corners of my lips tug up into a smirk.
Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip as a crease appears between her brows. She’s actually giving my question some thought.
“Not worried. I just—I just want to make sure you’re taken care of.”
God, she is sweet.
I stroke the underside of her jaw, kissing along the back of her neck.
When I bond her, I’m going to bite right here. It’s been teasing me the entire fucking time.
But not today.
Even though it takes nearly all the fucking willpower I have, I pull out of her warm, wet heat.
“Wait, what?” She asks, spinning around on wobbly legs to face me.
Then she pouts.
Fucking pouts.
My rough hand reaches out to squeeze her cheeks, freezing her in place.
“That fucking face you make...” I shake my head. “Makes me want to do stupid shit.”
I grab one of the smaller towels on the little shelf and toss it to the floor.
“You wanna help me? On your knees, Shortcake,” I say, gently patting her cheek.
“Why? Doesn’t that come before we have sex?”
“Sex happens in whatever order we want it to happen. And I want you on your knees. I will not knot you for the first time bent over a bathroom sink while you’re injured. That means we’ve gotta get creative and creativity today means painting you in my cum.”
“Oh,” she says, blinking up at me with wide eyes.
I watch her, cataloguing every single one of her reactions to make sure she’s okay with this. I need to remember this shit is new to her.
Her pulse picks up and her intoxicating strawberry shortcake perfume sweetens even more than I thought possible.
Like always, she listens to me.
The sight of her, lingerie pooled around her waist, tits out, her cheeks flushed and hair messy like she’s freshly fucked—because she is—is so incredible I want to burn it into the back of my eyelids.
And then, I swear, she’s trying to kill me.
She sticks her tongue out, blinking up at me with wide eyes.
“Fucking hell,” I grit out.
My cock bobs involuntarily in front of her face.
I squeeze my knot at the base of my cock hard, making me groan. Then I use the slick that coats my shaft as lube while I jerk off.
She leans closer, and the head of my cock bumps into her soft, wet tongue.
That’s it. I’m a goner.
I fucking blow like a two-pump chump.
Ropes of my hot cum shoot out of me, splattering over her tongue and left cheek, then along her neck and collar bone.
Painting her in me.
Okay, I lied earlier. This is the sight I want burned into the backs of my eyelids.
It’s not a bond mark, but holy fuck does the sight of her covered in my cum seem to put down the territorial bastard side of me.
“Holy shit,” I hiss.
She closes her mouth, licking me off her lips.
“You okay?” I ask, helping her up to her feet.
“Hm?” She asks, tilting her head as she looks at me. “Oh, yeah, I’m okay. I just really liked watching you do that.”
“Oh, really?” The laugh that leaves my chest is loud. Maybe a little obnoxious. I guess that’s what the best orgasm of your fucking life will do to you. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Oh, yeah. I kinda forgot we were in here to shower,” she giggles.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you here too.”
“I know you will.”
Soon our clothes are scattered in piles on the floor and she’s in my arms, her body pressed against mine as the hot water runs over us.
And god damn does the hot water feel good.
I’ve gotten used to the bare minimum. Hard concrete floors, hosed down with freezing cold water, bland ass food.
Freedom is fucking awesome.
I lather my hands with the complimentary bar of motel soap and start running my hands over her body. Everything about her is small and delicate. Even her feet. I’ve never given a shit about feet, but I pay attention to hers as I kneel in front of her to wash her legs.
“Do you feel better?” She murmurs softly from above me, running her hands over my head and through my short-cropped hair. It’s gotten a little longer. The guards at the farm used to buzz it every month or so.
“Better?”
“Yeah, I know tonight was really crazy. And I also know things have been a little difficult since... you know.”
“Since you bonded with the beta kid and the new guy?” I ask, glancing up at her, my hand resting on her hip.
She nods, brushing some of her hair away from her face.
Funny to think the first night I met her, she was soaking wet too. I definitely prefer seeing her soaking wet in a warm shower, freshly fucked.
“Yeah, Shortcake. I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks for checking in. What about you?”
“Oh, I feel so much better. I can see why omegas supposedly do this so much. Sex is awesome.”
She has me throwing my head back in laughter again.
“You’re fucking adorable.” I shake my head, the smile splitting across my face, feeling foreign.
“You’ll tell me, though, right? If you’re feeling... territorial again? We can do something like this! I just want you and the others to get along, you know? No more threatening to kill Rowan.”
“I get it, Shortcake. No killing your other boytoys.”
“They’re not—“ She lets out a huff of laughter as she shakes her head. “Thank you.”
“You know, there is one thing, I’ll want from you in the future,” I say, my voice low. My hand drifts from her hip to between her asscheeks.
“Wh—what’re you doing?” She squeaks out, her cheeks flushing as one of my fingers brushes up against her puckered rosebud.
“One day, I’m going to fuck you here. I need to claim another one of your firsts.”
“You’re being greedy,” she breathes out. “You already got one of my firsts. You were the first one to kiss me, remember?”
“Oh, I remember. But I never said I wasn’t greedy, Shortcake.”