Chapter 21
Chapter
Twenty-One
CASSIDY
I love how turned on Winter is, and I stalk after her on bare feet as she retreats into the changing room. The heavy drapes will hide her from view, and no one will return to the dressing area until I come out. Sometimes, I end up having to take a call while I’m here.
No one will be hurrying me while I enjoy making Winter come on my face.
“You look like you want to eat me,” she says, color riding high in her cheeks as her back hits the wall.
“That’s the plan,” I murmur, my knees hitting the ground in front of her. “Any objections to this?”
“None at all,” she breathes, watching as my fingers slide under the waistband of her skirt and panties before pulling them down slowly.
Inhaling deeply as her sweet scent surrounds me, I sigh as I push her clothes aside and lift her leg up onto the bench next to her.
Squeezing her thighs gently, I kiss each of them before traveling up to her pussy.
Her slick is leaking slightly, giving me a sweet treat to lap up and lick and suck at her skin as I move.
“Oh,” she whimpers, making me smile.
“They say patience is a virtue, but I’ve always been an immediate gratification kind of girl,” I mumble as my lips ghost over the smattering of hair she has over her pussy.
I’m not sure if she did it herself or it was self-inflicted. I personally don’t care one way or the other about hair. I’ll eat her pussy either way, just to hear her sweet moans.
Using my thumbs to spread her lower lips, I groan at how fucking pretty she is. Dragging my tongue up her arousal I smile at her sweet whimper as her pussy gushes for me.
Knowing I don’t want to take too long, I choose violence and suck hard on her clit as I slide three fingers into her cunt, stretching her in a way that makes her head clunk back on the wall.
“Careful there, Lovey,” I purr. “Can you be a good girl and scream my name when you come?”
“Cass—oh fuck,” she whines as I go back to eating her out. My fingers curve against the deep spot inside of her and I press my other hand on her stomach to pin her against the wall.
Winter’s fingers slide into my hair before fisting it, and I can’t help my groan of approval as she begins to take what she wants. Fuck yes, ride my tongue and fingers, baby girl. They’re yours to use.
She loses control fairly quickly once I drive her out of her own head. There’s no thinking as I feel her cunt clench around my fingers, just whimpers and need. Winter scored a job on her own merit, the only help I gave was bringing her here.
I think she deserves to be rewarded, don’t you?
Her gasps as I begin to twist my fingers as I thrust are music to my ears, and her pelvis attempts to lift as I continue to pin her down.
“So fucking good,” I praise her, the vibration of my words against her clit making her whine. “You’re so wet, so perfect, Lovey.”
“More, Alpha,” she moans. “I’m so close. I want to see you touch yourself.”
I can’t think of anything I’d rather do more.
Moving the hand I had on her stomach, I slide it down my own body and into my thong. I’m already wet from watching her work earlier, and now eating her out, so I drag my arousal over my clit as I masturbate.
“I want…to see you,” she sighs, her head thrashing against the wall as she struggles to hold out.
Oh sweet girl, say less. Wriggling out of my thong quickly, I spread my knees so she can watch me give her a show. Spearing my cunt with my fingers, I work myself to catch up to her as I continue to roll my tongue over her clit.
“Alpha…Cass…yes!” Winter gasps. “Just like that. Fuck, you’re pretty on your knees.”
I don’t mind this position in the least. There’s power in making my omega lose her mind and forget her inhibitions. I’ll gladly let her face fuck me all over the city if she wants.
Hmmm. I should get the guys on board with this too. It could be fun.
Her thighs begin to tremble with effort as she squirts hard on my face, but I know this is just a prequel to what she’s capable of. Using my teeth to nip as I suck on her clit, I get very tempted to bite her.
“I need more,” she whines, her chest heaving as she begins to get frustrated.
“Baby, can I bite you?” I ask, my face raising slightly. “Please?”
Winter’s pupils dilate at the thought before she nods quickly.
“Yes. I want it, Alpha,” she whispers. “Make me yours.”
I think she was mine from the moment I saw her laid on the ground at The Hug Project. I was meant to find her and Bellamy.
Biting down hard on her raised thigh near its apex, I help her reclaim her body a little more from her past. Winter covers her mouth to strangle the sound of her scream as she explodes around my fingers, a sound that mimics my own as I come so hard I see stars.
Pressing my forehead against her leg, I smile as her fingers move through my hair gently. I can feel our bond as I become more aware of her presence, and the thin string connecting us that’ll get stronger with time.
“I didn’t think it would feel like this,” she whispers, her voice shaky.
“Like what?” I ask, helping her place her foot on the ground and fixing both our clothes before standing.
“Like coming home,” she says softly, hugging me.
My heart flip flops as I hug her back, knowing I still need to clean up the blood from my bite. I can taste droplets of it on my tongue as I swallow hard, savoring its metallic flavor because of what it means.
“I’ll always be your home,” I promise. “You and Bellamy are mine to protect and adore. I knew that from the second I saw you both.”
Tears hit my skin as she cries, coming down from both the high of her orgasm and the connection of my bite. I can feel her happiness through the bond, mixed with awe, and that makes my eyes misty in return.
“Let me check the bite on your thigh, and then you can talk with the girls about what time to get here,” I say, blinking rapidly.
I’m happy dammit. I don’t want to leave with my eyes all red and bloodshot. Winter looks like a fairy with wide, beautiful eyes that are glassy as I step back. Outside of that, she could blame it on allergies.
“I’m so proud of you,” I say, digging in my bag for an alcohol wipe. I tend to keep a few in my bag for emergencies. “Costume making for the win, huh?”
Winter laughs as she nods, and I quickly hike up her skirt so I can quickly clean the bite. Thankfully, it’s not bleeding too badly, and my teeth are perfectly marked into her skin.
Why do I feel so proud of that? The need to possess to keep everyone away from my omega is definitely something not to be fucked with. I’m so glad she consented and asked for this.
Straightening, I smile at her as I throw away the alcohol wipe.
“I won’t take long to get dressed,” I promise her as she nods.
We both laugh as we dash away any remaining tears, and she leaves as I get dressed quickly. There’s a message waiting for me on my phone as I check it, and I find that it’s Abbott.
Abbott
What trouble are my favorite girls up to?
Me
Winter is the new alterations specialist at Spanish Moss and Silk, I ate her out in the dressing room, and I bit her. Oh, and I bought the dress Cordelia was holding for me.
There’s silence as I giggle, knowing that’s going to take a second for him to digest. Have big news? Always use the sandwich method for delivering it.
Works like a charm.
Tossing my phone in my bag, I walk out of the dressing room to find Winter.
“All set,” I say, watching as Cordelia looks up. “Charge it to my account, please?”
“Of course,” she says with a nod. “As always, it’s a pleasure to see you.”
Saying goodbye, I step outside, waiting for Winter. She follows a minute later, and I raise my brow.
“They want me back at nine in the morning,” she says, glowing with excitement.
“Perfect,” I say, walking next to her. “Do you want them to know who you actually are?”
“I don’t know,” she admits. “It’s kind of nice that they aren’t worried you’ll bite their heads off.”
“You’re confusing me for Abbott,” I tease her. “He would burn the shop down if they’re mean to you.”
“Cassidy!” she hisses, making me chortle.
Yeah, I’m having a really good fucking day.
“We can’t help ourselves,” I say honestly.
My phone rings, and I answer it, half expecting it to be Abbott.
“Hello,” I drawl, enjoying his growl. I make sure not to have it on speaker, because his reaction can be unpredictable.
“Listing your exploits without context is a wonderful way to push my buttons, Cassidy,” he says.
“I know! That’s why I do it,” I tease him. “Do you have any questions about my lovely list?”
“Yes, but they’re for Winter. God, if I didn’t know that you spontaneously orgasm when spanked, I’d threaten you with it.”
“It was just one time,” I complain, hiding my smile as I pass the phone to Winter.
Her lips part at whatever he says next, and I wince. I’ll need to warn him the next time I do that.
“Hello?” she squeaks. “I have no idea why butt plugs are fun during dinner.”
Clamping my hand on my mouth, I hold back my smile as her lips twitch in amusement.
She talks to him as we walk to our next destination. There’s a new theater that opened nearby, and I want to see if there’s an open casting call for their productions. I worked up an appetite over the last hour and a half, so I’ll take her to one of our restaurants to see it and eat.
“Do you want to tell Abbott anything?” she asks, glancing at me.
“Ask him if he’s up for dinner at La Bohéme at five-thirty, please.”
Winter bobs her head to show she heard me before asking Abbott about it. Hearing her reassure him that she was not only happy, but had also asked for my bite to bond with her helped me know for sure she was good with it.
It’s so easy to spiral after such a big event. While they talked, I was starting to worry if Abbott would be upset or think I rushed it. Hearing Winter’s side is helping settle my concerns. As long as she’s fine with it, the rest will figure itself out.
“Bye,” she says, handing me the phone. I had kind of drifted into my thoughts while she was talking with Abbott, so I’m grateful when she adds, “He said dinner sounded good, and that Bell should be finishing for the day by then.”
“Good,” I say, checking the time. “We have time for one more stop.”
“Oh?” she asks, looking relaxed and happy as she lifts her face to the sun. She reminds me of a flower looking for the sunlight, and she’s glowing from today’s win.
“Mmhmm. It could be fun,” I offer her without context.
Winter merely shrugs, happy to go along for the walk.
The theater comes up a couple blocks later, and her steps slow as she sees a flier.
“Bell used to read me Shakespeare all the time,” she says with a wistful smile. “I loved it. It started when I was having trouble understanding King Lear my senior year of high school. He helped make sure I passed the class, and then it just became a thing we did together.”
“That’s a very cool thing to bond over,” I murmur, checking the date. It’s in a couple of weeks, and happens in the park near our house. Taking a photo of the flier, I send it to Abbott, asking him to find tickets for us as a pack. “I’m going to have Abbott get us tickets.”
“Just like that?” Winter asks, looking at me as if I’m the insane one.
If my omega tells me a story in relation to an event, I’m going to make it happen. There’s clearly no other option.
“Of course,” I tell her. “That’s just how it is.”
“Huh,” she murmurs, still trying to get over that. We are going to spoil the hell out of her and Bellamy.
“Let’s go inside,” I tell her, taking her hand and heading inside.
“Are we allowed to be here?” she asks, following me.
There’s a bulletin board with all kinds of announcements, and I see a few different fliers for different casting calls around the city.
“Until someone kicks us out, yes,” I say with a laugh. “We’re calling this therapy. It’s the kind where you find a way to channel the things that have happened to you into something you can handle. Now, which flavor of therapy are you choosing?”
Her eyes move over the board, and she shakes her head.
“No one is going to let me act in any of these,” she mumbles.
“And why not?” a voice asks, coming closer.
My first instinct is to pull her closer to me, but the beta just smiles understandingly. He’s in his mid-fifties, and is wearing a nice suit with a gorgeous pair of brown suede shoes.
Listen, you know I’m a shoe whore, move along.
“That’s what I was just telling her,” I say, lips twitching up. I’ll go with it until he presents himself as a threat to her.
“These are community theater events, which means that if you’re talented, you can try out,” he continues. “The only thing holding you back is you. I’m directing this one here.”
He points to a play in the upper left hand corner, and it looks like it’s a musical.
“Can you sing?” he asks.
“A long time ago,” Winter says with a small nod. “It’s been ages.”
“Try out, work on warming up your voice with some drills before you do, and see where the chips fall,” he suggests.
“I’m Theodore Ridenour by the way. The musical is about star crossed lovers, with parents who don’t approve.
It takes place in Savannah, where god knows parents have a lot of opinions. ”
“Amen,” I mutter before I can help myself.
“There's plenty of different ways to help a production in case performing isn’t something you want to do,” Theodore reminds her.
Winter absently rattles off various things, and his eyes widen.
“You’re a theater kid,” he chuckles. “Girl, who are you trying to pretend to be?”
“I’m trying to figure out who I am, which is a little different,” she replies.
“Not by much,” he says. “Try out for something, anything. I bet you’ll enjoy it.”
Theodore leaves without a backward glance, and Winter sighs as she picks up the information for two options that pull her attention.
“You’re sneaky,” she says under her breath as I tuck the information into my bag.
“I know,” I say, not at all concerned that she’s found me out. “Ready to walk to dinner?”
“Yes. Cassidy?”
Turning to glance at her, I watch as she loops her arm through mine.
“Never change.”