Chapter Eight
I n the two weeks that had passed after getting that letter, I was slowly starting to go insane.
Every pamphlet or declaration that I’d tried to read to understand what I could or could not do, was written like it was purposefully trying to trick me.
Any act, or failure to act, recent or within the statues of limitations per each state’s most recent congressional approval, that causes harm or a substantial risk of harm to the omega designation.
The OC handbook was pretty straightforward, but it wasn’t the OC that was technically leading this investigation, it was my representative.
That meant reading the laws he was bound to and that felt impossible.
Nothing was plain. Nothing was explained.
It felt impossible to understand without some sort of degree.
Sure, the information was public, but what good did that do if the information wasn’t recognizable.
It was a headache to read and even more painful to try and understand.
Did that mean I was in less trouble if the omega I’d ‘hurt’ had a pack?
I definitely needed a lawyer, which was part of the research I was doing.
In fact, I was going to have to get the nerve to ask the pack for a late call sometime next week so I could go in for a consultation I’d booked.
I was gaining the nerve to do that. It would be slightly awkward since I’d only worked for them a month. Still, people had to go to doctor’s appointments, didn’t they? I figured if I only missed a half day, and I made sure they had breakfast, and maybe lunch to go, it would be fine.
Hands around my stomach made me gasp, the sudden touch of a stranger when I thought I was alone making me jump away from the touch. Whirling around—my heart settled as I saw Atlas and not some murderer come to harvest my organs. Except ... Atlas didn’t look quite right.
He was breathing hard, his chest heaving dramatically. Both his hands were fisted by his sides, the veins on his forearms standing out aggressively. He stared at me, essentially glaring, and the look had me backing up a step.
He followed. “You’ve been distant.”
“What?”
“I’ve tried to give you space. Honest. I have.” Another step closer. “But the tastes I get of you aren’t enough. I’m craving you, pet. And the more you pull away, the more I want to chase and pin you down.”
My throat tightened, making it impossible to swallow.
“You started covering your scent again.” The way he bared his teeth told me how much he hated that.
“I can’t let another weekend pass without knowing what’s wrong.
I can’t go two whole fucking days without seeing you, wondering if you’re okay, going out of my mind.
Did you know that last weekend, Oaks and Everett had to keep me speared on their cocks to stop me from getting to you?
They had to constantly fuck me because the moment they pulled out of my ass, I was desperate for you. ”
I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped past my lips. I wasn’t sure if it was the desperation for me, or the image of the pack all fucking, that was turning me on quicker. It honestly didn’t matter. My body was heating up and I tried to squeeze my legs together, as if that would help. It didn’t.
He closed the distance between us, pressing me back against the countertop, his front pressed against mine. I could barely breathe with the feel of him against me. My hips, of their own volition, jerked against him.
“Let me tell you what’s going to happen, pet.”
He wasn’t asking, but I nodded anyway.
“I’m going to take you to the bedroom and get a delicious taste of this pussy.
You’re going to be a good little pet and cream all over my face, get your scent nice and saturated on my blankets.
Then, you’re going to tell me exactly what’s been bothering you these last few days and I’m going to fix it. Got it?”
I was nodding along with his words, uncaring about that last bit.
In a blur of movement, he shoved his shoulder into my stomach and effectively picked me up. One arm came to wrap around the backs of my thighs while the other smacked my ass.
“Hey.” I glared at the back of Atlas’s head.
He just smacked me again, only the second time, it did something. The pleasure made its way to my core, making me wet.
I fisted the back of his shirt, desperate for something to ground me and he did it again. “Please, Atlas.” I didn’t want him to stop. I needed more.
He literally kicked his bedroom door open, the sound making me startle since I couldn’t see. Then I was falling, my hands reaching out to catch myself, only for the bed to catch me. The blankets easily cushioned my fall with how thick they were.
I tried to sit up, to look around, but Atlas was already on me, laying over me and kissing me like he needed me. He pressed me back down onto the bed, and my legs wrapped around him, keeping him close. Not that he was trying to get away. No, Atlas had his full attention on me.
His lips were demanding, yet soft. He didn’t just lick into my mouth, he tasted every inch of me, devouring me. I was merely holding on for the ride, doing my best to match him stroke for stroke.
When he pulled away, my lips felt swollen.
His taste lingered, even as I licked my own bottom lip.
I couldn’t explain the way his firewood scent made me feel more aroused.
I knew that omegas scented emotions, their noses the superior of all the designations, and to an extent, alphas could scent when emotions were particularly strong, although they usually relied on a bond with the omega.
I had no idea what Atlas scented when it came to me, but for him?
He must’ve been truly turned on if I could smell his scent this strongly.
And knowing that only turned me on more. That he was aroused because of me.
I reached for him, wanting to pull him back. He wasn’t even paying me any attention. Not my upper half anyway.
His fingers were quick as he undid the decorative bow around my waist, most likely thinking it was an actual belt. Then he was yanking my pants off, lifting the fabric high and throwing it off the bed carelessly.
With how warm the bed and Atlas were, my exposed skin formed gooseflesh at the sudden cold.
His large hands easily ran up my thighs, but his gaze never wavered from my core.
He stared at my underwear, at my thong, like he was a man starved.
I had to close my eyes because the look on his face was doing something to my insides.
“I’ve never been with a woman before,” Atlas said.
My eyes flew open again, my gaze immediately landing on the omega between my legs. He was slowly running a finger over my core, teasing me as he traced the fabric of my underwear. My legs were spread on either side of him and nearly shaking with anticipation.
He slowly dug his fingers into the waistband and slid them down my legs and up into the air, tossing them aside like he’d done with my pants.
“One day, I’m going to have you sit on my face like a real cowgirl. Until then, I want you to wrap these thighs around my head and not let up until you come or I’m dead.”
I chuckled, the sound cutting off as he dove down, completely licking my entrance. He didn’t take his time to learn my body, didn’t ease himself into my taste, he licked at me like I was his favorite lollipop and he’d been craving a taste.
My hands immediately came to Atlas’s head, not knowing if I wanted to pull him off to get a break from the intense pleasure or push him against me harder. For a male who had never been with a woman before, his enthusiasm more than made up for any missing skill.
Most of my hookups before never bothered putting their mouth on me. It was fingering me until I was wet, maybe I’d suck them off a bit, but foreplay was just to get us ready for sex. For the part we both knew we’d enjoy.
I’d never known I could enjoy oral so much.
My hips shot off the bed when Atlas sucked on my clit, the pressure too much even as it drew my climax dangerously close.
He growled, the sound more primitive than anything I’d ever heard from him.
I’d accepted that Atlas and his omega were nearly separate, but that sound was fully territorial omega.
“Nah uh, pet. I’m not done with you.” Atlas wrapped his arms around my legs and then pinned my hips to the bed as he started on my core again, his tongue thrusting inside me like I wanted his fingers to do. Or even better, his dick.
Being pinned didn’t stop me from trying to move my hips, although I was completely unsuccessful. Atlas was strong, and he was clinging to me with all his strength.
“Please, I need more.” I wouldn’t come from his tongue alone. Beta bodies weren’t sensitive like the other designations—it took effort to make us come.
“More?” he growled into my core. “And what if I bite you right here?” He gently dug his teeth into the highest part of my thigh, so close to my core that my internal muscles squeezed painfully around nothing.
“What if I made you mine to pleasure all day, every day. What if I was the only one allowed to give this body exactly what it fucking craved?”
The looming orgasm was so close, it was nearly painful. My toes curled, my thighs attempted to squeeze closer together, and my hands tightened their hold on Atlas’s hair to the point that it must have been painful. I couldn’t stop. I needed to come or I would break in an entirely different way.
“Well?” Atlas demanded. “What do you say, pet? Want to be mine?”
His words had tears coming to my eyes. I wanted that so bad. The words were a tease, just not an erotic kind. They spoke directly to my heart, to my soul, to the part of me that wanted a pack to cherish and love me.