Chapter 2 #3
“It’s John who cares about that. I need to focus on my career right now without some bawling baby in my house.”
“John won’t let you just—”
“John is a fucking Beta. Stop giving him ideas that make him forget his place. I’ve never had to beat him so much more since he met you. This was never going to work out.”
I gripped the phone so hard that it creaked. “Put John on.”
“Omegas don’t command Alphas. Look, I didn’t want to tell you like this.
I intended to wait until after Christmas, but you’ve forced my hand.
You knew when we met that we weren’t scent matches.
A month ago, when I was away at that medical conference in Houston, I ran into my true scent match at a local bar.
It wasn’t planned. It was fate. John wanted to keep you on as a Second Omega, but my treasured scent match is adamant that she won’t bond if there is another Omega in her nest; she’s territorial.
So, I’m sorry but I am rejecting you and your child.
There’s room in that big, old hotel, right?
I am certain that your mother will take you in if you beg. ”
Grace, Grace, Grace…
Why are my cheeks wet?
I glance up and am surprised to find myself huddled on Icarus’ hard thighs in a small, rundown office, rather than the silk swathed decadence of my old penthouse room.
Confused, I whimper, still shaking.
My breaths are coming too fast.
“You’re safe,” Icarus murmurs, stroking my hair. “You’re not alone. I’m here. Now, how many paperclips?”
He calmly holds up his palm with his normal trick.
Focusing on the paperclips grounds me.
“O-one,” I struggle to say, moving it with my shaky finger, as my breathing gradually steadies. “T-t-two, t-three, four, five, six.”
“Good girl.” Icarus closes his palm, slipping the paperclips back into his suit pocket. “Back with me? I’m guessing that was my fault.”
I shake my head. “I just didn’t know that they were going to be here this year.”
“How about I tear out their throats for you?”
I twist on Icarus’ lap, poking him in the chest. “Firstly, vetoed because this whole hotel would collapse without your uptight ass keeping it running if you were sent to the Alpha Center for murder.”
“Uptight?” Icarus mouths in outrage.
“Secondly, I may get a kick out of seeing Logan’s balls used as baubles on the fir tree, but even if he’s the worst father ever, one day Zoe may go looking for him and I want to give her that choice.”
“She could go looking for him and simply find him knotless?” Icarus offers.
Relaxed now through the happy thoughts of slicing off my ex Alpha’s knot (the government may have a point about me being a Rej2, huh?), I hop off Icarus’ lap. “I’d rather have a warning that I’ll need to face them. It’ll help me prepare.”
“Just tell me what you need. Including a shovel to bury the bodies.”
“That’s why you’re my best friend.”
Icarus’ sharp smile wavers for a moment on the friend, before he stands up and catches me harshly by my hair, tugging me closer. “Friends who fuck.”
“The best kind.”
Icarus’ heated gaze sweeps over my face, as if searching for something. “I can make up for my earlier mistake, Sweet Sin. I’m giving an important announcement to everyone after lunch. You’re going to be out of your impish mind.”
“Gremlin, imp. Is there anything that I’m not?”
“Well behaved?”
“Fair.” I shake my head, freeing myself from Icarus’ grip. Then I stand on tiptoes and kiss him, deep and lingering. His breathing becomes ragged. “Why don’t you tell me what this special announcement is? I can’t wait.”
Icarus’ cruel, sensual mouth becomes crooked. “I always find that denial makes everything that much sweeter in the end.”
He grabs me by the shoulders and twists us until I’m pressed against the edge of the desk.
This time, when my breathing speeds up, it is pleasurably with anticipation.
“Do you want something, Mr. Sinner?” I ask, politely. “I thought that you were practicing denial but…” I nudge my knee up quickly between his crotch over his hard cock, and he groans. “…part of you doesn’t appear to agree.”
He leans over me, pressing me back against the desk.
I love that he’s forgotten his anxiety about needing to line up his papers without damaging them.
He pins me in place.
Icarus’ beautiful blue eyes darken with desire. “Want to play a game?”
“Is there a prize?”
“Oh, I’ve learned the hard way that there are always winners and losers in this hotel, as in life. So, would you like the chance to find out the big announcement before anyone else?”
Exhilarated, I nod.
I love the thrilling rush of fear, however, at the way that Icarus’ eyes glimmer with dominance, as if he’s just tricked me.
As a kid, I once fractured my arm in three places and gave myself a concussion by jumping off the balcony on the first floor.
I was inspired by the giant painting of an Omega with wings that hangs in the penthouse; I was convinced that I would sprout wings too.
I didn’t.
There was just a single moment, however, when I leaped off into the air, before I plummeted toward the ground, that I felt an exhilarating rush of fear and limitless freedom like anything was possible.
The only other times that I have neared the same feeling is when I am with Icarus and he is playing these types of games with me.
Logan only cared about chasing his own pleasure. He knew where to stick his knot but not what to do with it.
I wasn’t allowed to do more than kiss John.
But Icarus…?
He knows how to drive me wild.
“Make me come first,” Icarus whispers against my lips, “and I’ll tell you. But if I make you come first, then you lose.”
I call that winning.
By the way that Icarus’ eyes are glittering, he knows that.
Still, I never back down from a challenge. I am itching with curiosity now.
“Limits?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Only your imagination.”
“Dangerous.” I lick over Icarus’ lips, immediately fighting dirty by releasing a strong wave of pheromones. He shudders, and his golden eyelashes flutter. “I have a fucking dirty imagination.”
“I know, Sin.” He fights back, thumbing across my nipple through my thin uniform, before licking up and down my scent gland.
I shiver. “You’re the one who came up with the idea last week of me tying you to the bed with my ties and then role playing the big bad Alpha boss who punishes the lazy servant. ”
I become wet at the memory. My cheeks flush.
“You’re the one who added the erotic spanking.” I pant, as he works my dress up, stroking circles over my hip, before teasing at the edges of my panties.
I torment Icarus back by reaching to cup his hard cock in his trousers.
He moans, low and filthy.
“Shh,” I tease, while cruelly tormenting Icarus harder by undoing his flies and slipping my hand inside, determined to make him come inside his pants. “Zoe is sleeping in the room next door. You don’t want to wake her up.”
“Nor do you.” He slides his fingers into my panties, rubbing over my wet clit.
I moan louder than he had, and as he laughs, I bite hard on my lip to keep myself quieter.
Yet Icarus simply works me over more relentlessly in circles and then maddeningly light taps.
I bite harder on my lip to stop myself from howling.
Our foreheads and noses are touching.
Icarus’ silky hair is falling forward over my face. I love mussing him up like this.
He loses himself in me in moments like this, and sometimes, I think that I am losing myself in him too.
We are driving each other toward the edge. It’s a race to push the other to tumble off it first.
Yet we won’t fall and be shattered; we truly will fly.
In each other’s trust, we really do.
Icarus’ hips are humping against mine. His pheromones are thick in the air.
I work over the head of Icarus’ cock where I know he is most sensitive.
He captures my lips like it’s all he can do to stop himself from coming, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth desperately, as if he wishes with all his soul that it was his cock in my pussy.
I wrap my legs around his middle, pulling him even more firmly against me.
I’m going to win.
Then he slides two of his fingers lower through my slick folds and into my pussy, crooking them.
He thrusts his fingers into me in time with the thrusts of his tongue.
And that’s what does it, what thrusts me off the edge and flying…
Icarus swallows my scream, working me through the orgasm, as I fall apart.
My legs slip from around his middle, as I sprawl on the desk, sated.
Meanly, I pull my hand out of Icarus’ trousers, leaving him achingly hard.
After all, a bet is a bet.
Finally, he stops kissing me but he doesn’t look pissed off that his balls must be aching.
Instead, he’s smiling smugly. “I win.”
“Did you? From the fucking incredible orgasm that I just had, it really felt like I won.”
Icarus stands, doing up his fly and smoothing down his suit. “But now, you don’t get to know the secret. You’ll have to wait until the staff meeting to find out the important announcement.”