34. Hannah
Hannah
T he ride home is…tense. Charlie doesn't seem surprised in the slightest that Cat backed out of our agreement, but Noah, Austin, and Enzo are simmering with anger.
I'm wedged between Charlie and Noah in the backseat of Enzo's SUV while Austin takes the front.
"How are you feeling?" I ask Noah quietly, snuggling into the arm that he has thrown around my shoulders. I don't like that I can already see bruises blooming on his cheek.
"Pretty mad at your step-sister," he deadpans, and I roll my eyes.
"I mean your injuries, Noah."
"Oh. Those are fine. I've had worse."
Well I don't like that one bit.
"It's true," Austin turns his head to look at us, "I've patched him up from far worse than this. His alpha healin' will kick in while he sleeps, and he'll be right as rain in the morning."
Frowning, I look up at Noah. "I don't like that."
"Like what?" He arches a brow. "That I'll be healed by morning?"
"No," I pout, my bottom lip sticking out a little. "That you got hurt to begin with."
"I'd get myself in far worse shape for you, princess," he murmurs, leaning down and tilting my chin up to kiss me.
He took a shower in the locker room after the match, so his hair is still wet, his piercings back in place.
His t-shirt is soft in my fingers and I make a mental note to find a way to smuggle it into my nest after he's gotten his scent all over it.
My perfume blooms around us, and Charlie lets out a groan. "Fuck, you smell so good, mags."
"Too good," Enzo looks at me in the rear view mirror.
The scent of Noah's arousal, his cinnamon and clove twining around my perfume like a sweet caress, is enough to snap something within me, and the next thing I know I'm pawing at his pants, trying to get them off.
There's a slight haze surrounding me, and all I can see is the soft bulge of gym shorts, and I want it, now.
"Woah, there, princess," Noah murmurs, grabbing my hands. "You okay?"
No. No, I'm not okay. I need his cock and I need it right fucking now.
A hand touches my forehead, and then I hear Charlie. "She's burning up. Could this be a heat spike? Doctor Mejia said that being around our scents could trigger a heat."
"What do you need, darlin'?" Austin is turned around again, looking at me. Why are they talking instead of feeding me their cocks?
"Noah," I choke out, my hands reaching for the band of his gym shorts. The drawstring is tied too tight though, and my fingers are shaky, I can't get them undone.
"I've got you, princess," he says, then also fails to unknot the damn shorts.
"Reach underneath, darlin'." Austin nods to the hem of Noah's shorts. "You can still grab him that way."
Oh thank gods.
"You're so smart, Austin," I mumble before sliding my hand right up Noah's shorts and grabbing his hardening cock in my hand. It vaguely registers that he's not wearing any underwear.
Noah groans, his hand reaching around and rubbing my pussy through my Catwoman costume.
I stroke him under his shorts, and brush my thumb over his tip until I get a bead of precum.
Quickly withdrawing my hand, I lick the moisture off the pad of my thumb, and something in me settles a little.
A small moan leaves me at the taste of cinnamon, clove, and musk on my tongue.
Noah's hand picks up speed, and like a zap of lightning, a small, fast, mini-orgasm takes over me, making my head clear somewhat.
"You back with us, princess?" He asks, looking into my eyes. "You seem clearer."
"Yeah," I swallow roughly, "I'm good now. For a little bit, at least."
"Good," he growls, kissing me. "Because when we get home, you're mine."
A shiver runs through me, and my eyes catch on his still-hard cock tenting his shorts.
"What about you now, though? You going to suffer the next thirty minutes?"
"Nope," Enzo jumps in, eyeing me in the rearview mirror, "cause you're gonna finish him off, right reinita ?" He winks at me, and I know he's thinking about my comment about making all my alphas come in their pants at some point.
Enzo makes me want to be a good girl. Noah, though? He makes me want to be a bit of a brat.
"Yes, alpha," I purr, turning back towards Noah and sliding my hand up his shorts.
"Shit, princess, you don't need to worry about me yet—" he cuts off with a moan as I grab his shaft, and start stroking.
"That's where you're wrong alpha," I nuzzle his cheek with my nose as I continue moving my hand up and down. "I have a record to beat, and tonight I'm hitting three-for-three."
Austin bursts out laughing. "Shit, man, she's gonna make you come in your pants."
Noah groans. "Fuck. I don't even care. You feel too damn good, princess."
Charlie's surprised voice sounds behind me, "Is that something we're doing? I haven't come in my pants yet." Is it just me or does he sound a little left out?
"That's because Enzo was the second one to do it, Austin was the first." I smirk as I watch my hand move under Noah's shorts, the fabric rising and falling with each movement of my fist. "Austin came just by licking my pussy, which I think is rather impressive, and Enzo came while we were dry humping like a couple of teenagers one morning. "
"It's not nice to share all your alpha's secrets, preciosa ," Enzo admonishes, but there's no anger in his eyes when I glance at him. "Now, be a good girl and finish off your alpha. He deserves a reward after his performance tonight, doesn't he?"
Nodding, I grin as I lean down and seal my lips around the head of his cock through his shorts. The material tastes like laundry detergent and faint cinnamon, but the sensation of my hot mouth through the fabric sends him over the edge, his fists tightening at his sides as his eyes snap shut.
"Fuck, fuck, Hannah ," he groans as he comes, the warmth of his release seeping through the material of the shorts and hitting my tongue. My mouth comes off his pants, and I sit up, grinning like a loon as I withdraw my hand from his shorts, careful not to get the cum on my hand all over his leg.
Damn. I might be able to orgasm again just off the sounds of their groans as I lick up Noah's release off my hand. His flavor bursts on my tongue, cinnamon, clove, and that distinct alpha musk that makes my mouth water.
"Dammit. That was hotter than it had any right to be," Charlie mutters, and him trying to push down his erection that his Superman costume is doing nothing to hide.
"Don't worry, Golden Boy," I croon, shooting him a wink. "You're next on my list."
Shit. Heat-spike Hannah is a major slut.
"I need to change these shorts," Noah mutters as he follows me into the nest.
"I couldn't agree more," I murmur, turning around and hooking my thumbs through the waistband of his gym shorts. Now that he's not sitting, I can push them down, and he steps out of them easily, his hard-again cock springing free.
"Maybe we should take a shower." He frowns, looking down after pulling off his shirt. "I have dried cum on me."
"Mmm," I turn around, pointing to the zipper on the back of my costume, "I'll need help getting out of this."
My breath hitches when I feel his fingers find the zipper, and he pulls it down slowly.
It's nothing, however, compared to the way my heart nearly stops when I feel him press a kiss to the now-exposed skin of my back.
He continues to trail kisses down each inch of flesh he reveals, until the zipper stops just above my ass.
Then, the rough skin of his hands slides under the costume, smoothing over my bare shoulders as he removes the catsuit for me. His hard chest presses against my back as he runs his hands over my shoulders and cups my breasts over my bra.
"You're so damn beautiful," he murmurs into my skin as he kisses my shoulder. "So gorgeous," another kiss, "so perfect for me." Lips pressed against the skin right below my ear. "I love you, Hannah."
I turn in his hold, looping my arms around his neck.
"I love you, Noah." He kisses me, a soft, sensuous brush of our lips that turns more urgent when he picks me up and my legs wrap around his naked waist. I can feel his pulsing cock brushing against my pussy, the thin fabric of my thong the only thing separating us.
We devour each other, our bodies communicating on a level I'll never quite understand. It's not until he puts me down, turning on the water to the giant waterfall shower that I think to take off my bra and underwear.
"I feel like it's going to be too easy to slip and fall if I'm holding you, princess." Noah says roughly, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I just need to wash off my body. Do you want to come in with me? Or do you want to stay here?"
"Come in with you of course." I frown at him. Of course I want to be as close to him as I can at all times. He only smiles and grabs two hair ties from my bathroom counter, putting my hair up in a messy bun first before doing the same thing to his.
Washing each other in the shower feels so…intimate. His soapy hands roam over my body, lingering a little longer on my breasts than strictly necessary, but I return the favor by really lathering up his groin and letting my hands run over the ridges of his abdominal muscles for too long.
I mean, we can't have any leftover dried cum, can we?
After rinsing off and turning off the water, Noah jumps out first, holding out a towel for me to dry off with.
Not that I use it for very long, because one second we're walking out of my bathroom, and the next I'm being swept up in Noah's arms again and laid on the bed.
Before I can contemplate what's happening, he's lowering himself so his face is buried in my pussy.
"Oh, fuck!" I cry out, my back arching off the bed. Noah licks and sucks at my clit like its candy, and he has a sweet tooth.
"You taste so good, princess," he groans against my folds before diving back in.
My hands fist the sheets of the mattress as his skilled tongue works me over, drawing an earth-shattering orgasm out of me faster than anything I've ever experienced.
My toes curl, my throat screams, and my vision goes white as I completely fall apart, get put back together, and shatter all over again.
He smirks up at me before I let my head fall back into the pillows, and he sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Good?"
I almost let out a shocked laugh, but like I said, Noah makes me want to be a brat. "I've had better."
He lets out a little playful growl, his eyes sparkling as he crawls up my body, his face hovering over mine. I only arch a brow at him. "You're a little bit of a brat, aren't you?" He huffs a laugh.
"Only for you, alpha, " I draw out the word, teasing.
He hums, his hand trailing down my shoulder and across my skin until they brush the taut peaks of my breasts. My skin is alight with sensation, and then he fucking pinches my nipple.
"Present for your alpha," he rumbles, and holy shit, my pussy just got wetter.
It's ingrained in my very being to want to present for my alpha, so it's a no brainer to roll onto my stomach, my arms stretched out in front of me, and my ass in the air.
Noah's hand smoothes over my back, both hands running down my spine and over my ass, almost reverently.
"Ah, but a bratty omega wouldn't present for her alpha so beautifully," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my spine before I feel him line himself up with my center.
He runs the head of his cock over my clit a few times, leaving me panting and desperate. "Please, Noah. I need it," I'm panting, "I'll be good, I swear."
He lets out a low chuckle, before finally, finally , thrusting his hard cock all the way inside of me, his knot bumping the entrance of my pussy.
"Oh, fuck , Noah!" I cry out, my hands fisting the sheets in front of me.
"Shit, Hannah," He grunts, his fingers digging into my hips in the most delicious way. "It's been…so long…I don't know how long I'm going to last."
My omega preens at having such an effect on our alpha, and can't help but wiggle my hips a little.
"I thought you said you'd be good," Noah grits out, tightening his grip on me to hold me still.
When he draws out, I almost whimper at the loss of him, but then he slowly, tortuously, enters me again, and inch by inch, his hard, steely, alpha cock fills me up so good.
"There you go," he groans, "my sweet princess. "
My pussy clenches at his words, and his pace picks up. Each drag of his length against my inner walls drives me higher and higher, until I'm looming over the edge.
Then his arm bands around my stomach, and I'm being hauled up so we're both on our knees, his chest pressed into my back as his other hand clasps my neck. He holds me in place while he fucks me, and my head falls back on his shoulder, rolling to the side.
My eyes widen when I catch a glimpse of our reflection in the full length mirror on the wall.
"You like seeing yourself, princess?" Noah murmurs in my ear as he thrusts up.
He meets my eyes in the mirror, and I can't help but think about how perfect we look together.
How picturesque our bodies look slotted together, my arms behind me, looped around his neck while he has one arm banded around my waist and one hand on my throat.
"Fuck, we need to get this painted or something.
" He groans, before sealing his mouth over the side of my neck and sucking hard.
"Gonna bite you right there someday," he groans.
"Yes, yes, I want that." I hardly recognize my own voice. "I want you to bond me, Noah."
"Fuck, princess," he moves the hand that's gripping my waist down to my clit.
"I love you so damn much, but we need to wait for the others too.
" He doesn't give me a chance to pout, sealing his mouth over my neck again and sucking in the same spot, giving me the pseudo-sensation of a bonding mark. My omega accepts it. For now.
When the pressure of his mouth on my neck tips me over the edge, and Noah groans.
"Gonna…knot…now—" he cuts himself off when he shoves up into me, his knot popping in place and sending the best kind of shock waves through my body, taking my orgasm and multiplying ten-fold.
He continues to rut up into me in shallow little thrusts until his own release follows, and then we're collapsing onto the bed, still locked together, my back settled against his chest.
"I'm never going to get enough of you." Noah murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair.
"I fucking love you, Noah Jameson." I yawn, snuggling back into him.
"And I fucking love you, Hannah Beckham."