Chapter 9 #2
This should be instinctive, but then, I’m a faulty alpha at best. She’s an omega who’s been through trauma, and I owe it to her to treat her with care.
I brush my fingertips over her lower lip, and she parts for me. Her tears have dried up, but her cheeks bear the stains, and her lashes are still damp. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?”
“Yes, I trust you.”
Her words are heady. “All right then,” I say as gently as I can muster. “We’ll start with a kiss.”
I know a lot about kissing… and fucking, just not with omegas. But I can do this—kiss her and make sure she’s ready in every way before my dick gets inside her.
I slant my lips over hers. At that first touch, a little zap of electricity arcs between us.
She fidgets. I drop my hips to pin her still. Now my lower belly is against her hot pussy, and her wetness smears all over me. She groans into my mouth.
I taste her, tangling my tongue with hers, deepening the kiss. Sweet, hot, and drugging all at once. When was kissing someone ever this good?
It strikes me that there’s something slightly off about her movements, unpracticed maybe, a little hesitation. The alpha bastards in the Uncorrupted probably never gave a shit about taking care of her.
Her fingers bury in my hair and tug, keeping me close as I swallow her soft murmurs.
I trail kisses over her cheek and down her throat. My hand slides up, stopping just before I reach her breast. “Is this okay, baby?”
“Is, um, is what?” She blinks up at me, adorably confused.
“If I touch you?”
“Y-yes.”
She’s soft under my big palm. When I brush my thumb over her nipple, she jolts.
Please don’t stop.
I shake my head. It’s like I’m hearing phantom words, losing my mind. I shift, my lips finding the soft, plump flesh, sucking, nipping, and sucking again, working my way to her nipple.
She rocks underneath me—I latch onto her and suck. She tastes good everywhere, like her skin carries an essence… She’s going to taste even better down there…
“I need to taste you, baby.”
Yes, anything!
Her legs thrust wider apart, and I take that as a yes. My lips skim down her belly, I nip her right hip, then spread out on the bed with my arms hooked around her thighs. With a sigh, I take my first lick.
From that first taste, I’m gone, addicted, burying my face against her soft, wet pussy with a groan. Opening my mouth, I kiss her there, sucking, nipping, flattening my tongue against her soft, warm flesh, losing myself in her. I can’t get enough.
Her body locks up with tension. Goosebumps erupt across the surface of my skin.
Then she cries out, and a gush of slick coats my waiting tongue.
So good. Her ragged pants and cries of pleasure fill the room and are as addictive as her taste.
All I care about is getting her off again so I can get more of her cum.
“Rhett, please!”
Her urgent yanking on my hair rouses me. I lift my head, blinking, trying to work out where the fuck I am. Her scent is all over me, and every breath I take drags more into my lungs.
Larissa
His lips crash over mine. I taste myself on them. The sensation of him over me—his huge, powerful body—ought to frighten me, but it doesn’t. He feels like a safe haven. And I want this. Him inside me. To experience my heat, for once—if only once—with an alpha. And not just any alpha, but this one.
He lifts his head. His green eyes have a glimmer, almost otherworldly in nature. Then he presses a kiss to my forehead that feels impossibly good, tender… intimate. His fingers slide between us, brushing over my clit before they pause at my entrance.
My breathing goes haywire as he pets me there, slow teasing strokes all around my entrance before he slides two fingers gently inside.
I’m so wet that they just sink right in.
Finally, there’s a part of him inside me.
Be my first. The first one to take this cursed virginity that I no longer want or need.
He stills and frowns. He looks down between us. His fingers leave me, and he rocks back onto his heels.
I blink up at him, confused, and a little frantic. Is this him deciding to stop?
“You’re a virgin,” he says accusingly, cheeks flushed, and jaw locked tight.
“What?” My laugh is shaky. How does he know, when I’ve put toys there… I sit up, a horrible, panicky sensation washing over me. What am I supposed to say? The truth? If I tell him, will he stop?
“Technically not,” I say quietly, no longer able to meet his eyes. My heart is beating too fast. I’m all urgent inside, lips puffy from his kiss, and throbbing where he touched.
“Technically? Tell me you’ve done this before.”
The lie lingers on the tip of my tongue, but despite the ache I feel, I can’t. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“This is insane. A virgin? You’ve been with them for years… How are you still a virgin? And you want me to just take it? Me?”
His voice raises a little at the end, sharp with incredulity.
Why not him? “Yes,” I say bluntly, forcing my eyes to meet his. Doubts crash over me. Bitterness too. Maybe he can sense I lack experience, unlike the two betas who were in his bed.
I feel sick. My gaze lowers to his cock. It’s sitting there, bobbing, leaking. Huge and daunting. But I just want it inside me. A little growl erupts from my chest as I fall onto him. I grasp his length and direct it toward my lips, close my mouth over the head, and suck.
A contented sigh leaves me as I taste him for the first time.
He mutters a rough curse. His fingers are gentle in my hair. “Baby, don’t. I need a moment. Damnit, that feels good, you’re not playing fair.”
Fair and right never got me anything I wanted.
His hips rock forward, and his fingers tighten against my scalp. I lavish my tongue over the head and stroke him.
“God damn it—” He peels me off by the hair.
I growl at him and bare my teeth.
“Little savage,” he mutters, heaving deep breaths. “You want my dick?”
“Yes!”
“Not a fucking problem. You’re getting it. Every fucking inch and then some.” He tips me onto my back and drops down over me. The head of his cock snags against the entrance to my pussy.
With his eyes on mine, he curls one hand around the back of my neck to anchor me and pushes deep.
I moan. He’s inside me, pulsing, heavy, stretching me open, forcing my flesh to yield. I’m so full. We’re so close, our bodies pressed intimately together.
I feel whole.
Perfect.
And then he begins to move, and I realize there is so much more to this.
His body moving over mine, the steady surge and retreat, have me spinning, nerves zinging—hot, floaty, rapturous.
Slicing through the wild pleasure is a tingling sensation that manifests in the center of my chest—a tickly tendril connecting us both.
My orgasm rolls through me even as my eyes roll back.
His lips press to the side of my throat. He groans and stills. The little golden thread connecting us sparks and flares to life.
Deep inside my pussy, I feel a stretching sensation that sets panic and pleasure at war with each other.
He purrs into my throat and that calms me. I soar. The knot presses just right, triggering a deeper, stronger release. His weight sinks onto me, pushing me into the mattress, his hardness fills me, and his cum pulses. I’m trapped, but the best kind of trapped.
Safe, with him.
Safe to let go. To be in heat. To release fear, and embrace trust for the first time in many years.
What comes next is a mindless frenzy. I lose all sense of self as he fucks me over and over, slow, steady impalements that shot sparks of raw pleasure the length of my channel. My nails sink into him. My teeth find his skin.
I taste blood. His or mine? I only know I never want this to stop, the feeling of togetherness, of being one, of his flesh moving inside mine, over and over again.
Panting, writhing, moving, never leaving.
One omega.
One alpha.
The perfect synchronicity of the moment. Lust, pure and undiluted. And, throughout it all, a little thread between us shimmers and grows.
So beautiful…. I’m not worthy… My hands on her, so good… Her pussy around me is fucking heaven…
His mental shielding has gone, and his emotions and thoughts bombard me one after another. I see myself through his eyes as an unrecognizable stranger.
“Good girl. You can take my knot again. That feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I groan. He has rolled me above him, his hands are on my hips, lifting me on and off him, filling me, feeling so good.
A cry tears from my lips as he bears me down while he pushes up, the thick swelling popping past my slippery entrance to nestle inside. Pleasure explodes through my core. I gasp and jerk, rocking, never wanting it to end.
Knotted… I love how she squirms and grips me…
His lips find mine.
She tastes so good everywhere. I just want to inhale her and keep her under my skin... Fuck Lucian and his orders, she’s mine.
And in that moment, my mind clouded with my heat, I believe him. I believe the woman he sees is worth claiming.
My heat is over. My mind is alert to the aches and pains, to hunger and thirst. I’ve been hungry and thirsty before, but it was only a passing, limited urgency, taken over by the need to mate.
He’s sitting on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. His mind is quiet again. He has shut me out, and I feel utterly desolate.
“How long has it been?” My voice is a croak, raw from all my screams of pleasure.
“Eight days,” he replies, rising, he collects a drink from the nightstand.
I’m so weak as to be helpless, and he holds my head and helps me to drink. I gulp it down, the cool water heaven against my raw throat.
He doesn’t meet my eyes. It’s only when he lowers my head and turns away that I recognize the discord.
“I fucked up,” he says, putting the empty glass on the nightstand. “I mean, it’s not the first time...”
“What’s happened?”
He stills, and his haunted eyes find mine. “I’m pretty sure I bit you first.”
I don’t like his tone. Nor his body language. I like even less that I cannot read his mind and see immediately what is behind the pain in his eyes and voice.
“We’re bonded,” he says. “Mated. Can’t you feel it?”
He turns away, stalking over to the huge window.
It’s dawn. Beyond it, I see the skyscrapers of Chimera.
It is an impressive view that might distract me another time.
He’s naked, and I drink in the sight of his lean back and firm ass.
There are scratches and bites all over him, and those are down to me.
Should I be disgusted that I put them there?
There are just as many on me, and I love each and every one despite this discordant feeling between us.
“It wasn’t you who messed up.” Guilt settles over me like a cold, desolate weight.
“I wanted you to bite me. Honestly... I might’ve bitten you first. It got pretty blurry after a while.
I don’t remember who did what or when. But if we’re allocating blame, then I need to own my share. ”
“You don’t get it,” he says.
“Then tell me,” I demand
“You’re Larissa Olsen,” he says bitterly. “You’re a mind-reading omega. The government’s going to come for you at some point.” He swallows thickly. “And you just bonded yourself to the biggest loser in the universe.”