CHAPTER THREE – TRISTAN #3
“Slow,” I whisper, even though my earlier frustration is like a vise around my balls.
I’m sure Otley would love to pound my angry ass into the shower wall, but he just makes a pleased sound as he pulls back, his thick cock dragging over my prostate before sliding back in.
Pleasure ripples through me at each deliberate thrust, one strong hand cupping my hip while the other gently strokes my shaft.
I’m so on edge, he knows that the slightest stroke over my tip will make me erupt, and my alpha always gives me what I asked for.
Which is a steady, tender fucking that quickly has me clawing at his thigh, trying to urge him on.
There’s slow and then there’s Otley’s brand of perfect torture.
I give an ugly whimper as he stops mid-thrust and eases down onto the bench.
Thankfully, he takes me with him, and when he’s all the way back in, I kick the shower door open, so we can both stare at the picture on the vanity.
Is it creepy to be thinking about Lily when I’m sitting on her scent match’s cock?
Probably, but that doesn’t stop the ripples of arousal dancing down my spine.
Otley, naturally, feels every one of them.
“You like her,” he murmurs, biting the side of my neck.
He’s obsessed with his bonding bite, always finding an excuse to stick his thumb under my collar and rub the mating scar.
He licks it now, tracing the raised flesh with his tongue, and I groan like he’s stabbed me.
“I can feel you clenching around me, sweetheart. What’s made you so needy, do you think? ”
He's toying with me, just like the hand easing me up and down his cock in a languid rhythm.
“Annoyed, not needy,” I snark back, but there’s no denying the tremble in my thighs, or the hungry way my ass is working his shaft. It takes all of my concentration to stop myself bouncing on him, and it only gets harder as I twist my neck to stare into his heated gaze. “You want her, too.”
“She’s lived in the back of my mind for a decade,” he admits, a rare vulnerability in his storm-cloud eyes.
“Until I found you, I wondered if meeting her broke something in us.” I suck in a breath, and he uses the excuse to push his thumb between my lips, pressing down on my tongue.
“Now I can’t stop thinking about you there with us, riding her through her heat while I fuck you boneless. ”
“Boneless?” I try to arch a brow at him, but his next thrust makes me melt like hot wax. “Alpha…” I whine.
“Tell me you want it, too, my pretty boy.”
“Yes!” I pant, now riding him hard, his hands gripping me so tight I’ll have bruises in the morning.
Luckily, that’s how I like it, and my alpha is an expert at marking me without causing pain.
“I want us all together,” I tell him, arching against his chest. “I want to feel you throbbing inside me while I taste her on my tongue…”
The fantasy is ripped away from me as I come in a shuddering wave.
Otley’s scent intensifies as he follows me over the edge, biting my throat through the spasms of our mutual pleasure.
It’s only as I come back to myself that I realize he’s holding me around the waist so I don’t try to stuff his knot inside me.
Despite the limitations of my biology, I’ve been known to get carried away and try to fit the fist-sized bulge in my pint-sized hole.
I’m ambitious by nature. Sue me.
“I think I could’ve taken you that time,” I murmur, tipping forward and resting my shaking hands on his knees. Bliss-filled and boneless, indeed.
“I still managed to come my brains out,” he replies, kissing the back of my neck as I lift up and stagger under the spray.
He joins me, his knot a hard, pulsing temptation that I massage until he’s hissing through his teeth.
He comes again, his release so hard it hits my thigh in a violent splatter.
He kisses me through it, teeth and tongue dominating mine until I return the favor, head back and moaning as I fill his hand with my release.
Satiated and shivering, we wrap ourselves in fluffy bathrobes and pad downstairs to the kitchen.
It’s late enough for my stomach to be protesting the absence of food, and we work side-by-side to pull dinner together.
Mostly we survive on meals delivered from Otley’s favorite restaurants.
As a financial backer for the Michelin-star bistro, Lexington’s, the head chef is only too happy to supply us with ready-made meals, even when Otley’s living in another state.
“Oh, yummy,” I groan as we take the reheated pollo alla Siciliana to the table. When we’re settled and I’ve slaked the worst of my hunger, I look at him curiously. “What did you mean about our way in with Lily? You’re not going to spring some master plan on her, are you?”
He adjusts his glasses as he glances at his watch. “Give me another ten minutes and I can show you firsthand.”
I frown at the glimmer in his eyes, since it’s the same way he looks every time someone tells him that a business venture isn’t worth pursuing.
Come to think of it, it’s the same look that makes sure my modest four-pack doesn’t turn into a couch cushion, given how little enthusiasm I have for exercise.
The front doorbell chimes ten minutes later, and I narrow my eyes at him as he gets to his feet, his hands smoothing down his robe. “Otley…”
His smile makes my stomach pinch, but it’s the hand on the back of my neck that propels me to the door. I know exactly how we look as he pulls it open, the weary-looking omega on the other side lifting tired eyes to take in our flushed, bliss-smeared faces.
It’s on my tongue to tell Lily it’s from the Italian food and not the cataclysmic orgasms, but she’s already rearing back, her mouth slack as her gaze bounces between us.
When she settles on me, my heart sinks at the flash of betrayal in her eyes.
It’s a moment of perfect vulnerability I’d kill to catch with my camera before the shutters come down, blocking those expressive blue windows from view.
“Well, I suppose this explains why you weren’t into the U-Pick option. ”
My brow furrows as she hefts a battered silver bucket. There are three others at her feet, all overflowing with perfect yellow roses. She refuses to look in Otley’s direction as she pushes the bucket into my arms. “I’m guessing these are for you.”
Her flat tone can’t disguise her hurt and I shoot Otley a murderous glance. What the hell? Did he have to drag her out here on such a ridiculous pretense? “They’re beautiful,” I tell her awkwardly. “Thanks for making the trip out.”
“You paid extra,” she mutters, staring down at the other buckets. As she wipes her hands on her dusty jeans, a wave of her scent wafts in our direction, and I’m not surprised that Otley stiffens beside me. If she smells this good to me, what kind of torture must it be for her scent match?
Brutal, hopefully.
“We really appreciate it,” I tell her, but there’s enough disbelief in her eyes that shame heating my cheeks. “This isn’t a prank, Lily, I swear. I really am interested in filming the ad campaign at your farm.”
Her suspicious gaze settles on Otley for a second before she takes a step back. “That’s why you’re here?”
It’s obvious she’s asking about the silent alpha at my side and my cheeks burn hotter. “Otley owns the agency I work at. But I’m the one you’d be dealing with during the shoot.”
I was hoping to reassure her, but she is already shaking her head, and there’s no missing the tremble in her hands as she stuffs them in her jeans’ pockets. “I don’t think my place will be available. It’s a busy season for us, and I need to focus on my customers.”
I palm my flushed neck, which only draws her attention to the twin mating bites on my throat.
I’m pretty sure Otley’s mark is sporting a fresh set of teeth marks, and her eyes widen as she backs up another step.
Fuck me. “Why don’t you come inside, and we can talk about it?
” I ask, almost frantic to stop her retreat.
Her scent is now sour with distress, and it feels like a huge hand is squeezing my throat.
And not in a fun way. “Or, at least, let me get you a cold drink. It’s sweltering out here. ”
She glances down at herself, her cheeks going pink as she takes in her stained, sweaty clothes. “I really don’t have time. But if you want me to leave the buckets here, I can send someone to collect them in the morning.”
Otley, finally, opens his mouth. But instead of an apology for being an insensitive ass, he says, “I’ll pay you double to come inside and arrange them yourself.”
Lily stares at him like he just asked her to run naked into the lake. “I don’t need your money, Mr. James. In fact, consider the buckets a housewarming gift.” Her eyes flash, so blue they look almost violet in the dim porch light. “They’re great for feeding pigs and lugging manure.”
It’s pretty obvious she thinks we’re practiced at both, and she stumbles backwards, narrowly missing one of the buckets as she lurches towards the porch steps.
Otley lets her get as far as her truck door before he calls, “I’m here to make things right, Lily.
For you and your son. So you’re going to have to talk to me sometime. ”
Her cheeks are now so pale I’m worried she’s going to pass out, but she just shakes her head and throws herself into her truck. I wait until she’s peeled away in a blizzard of gravel before I turn and glare at Otley. “Great apology, Alpha. I just hope you know what the hell you’re doing.”