Callum
I’m stiff and awkward as I lie on top of the comforter. When Graham’s done fucking Birdie in our room, I’m probably going to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze.
He could have at least used this room, since our room has two beds and this one doesn’t. I feel like I’m taking up nearly the whole damn thing, and it’s taking an active effort to not touch the Omega next to me.
The show is one I’ve seen before, but it’s not as if I could focus on it, anyway. When she said she could see why Greer and Lain would want me in their pack, it made me feel like maybe I’m not this piece of shit person I’ve been lately.
She’s also not what I thought she was. She isn’t just some Omega taking what she wants and not giving a shit about the wreckage she leaves behind. There’s no doubt in my mind that she has feelings for Greer and Lain in the same way Graham feels for Birdie.
If her sister stays, what does that mean for Maisie?
What if she were a permanent fixture in their lives, in my life? If there was no deadline, no concern about her leaving, would I pursue her?
I glance over at her and know that it’s a resounding yes. She’s beautiful, sharp, smart, and kind. She’s the type of Omega I’d be more than lucky to find, that’s if she’d ever even consider giving me a second glance.
“Are you and your sister going back home at the end of the month for sure?” I ask, interrupting our silence.
Maisie just stares at me, her pupils so dilated I can barely see the green hue to her eyes.
“Are you okay?” Her plush lips part as she stares at me for a long moment, blinking wildly. “Maisie?”
I couldn’t tell you how it happened if you asked me to recall the moment, but one second Maisie was looking at me like she saw a ghost and then the very next, she’s grabbing me by my shirt and bringing me in for a kiss. I reciprocate her advances and I don’t know why.
I should put distance between us, yet it’s like I’m paralysed by the feel of her mouth on mine.
Her tongue is soft but demanding against mine, everything about her is so deliciously delicate, and God, I’d missed this.
My hand delicately grabs her throat, my thumb pressing against her pounding pulse point as I hold her down and kiss her.
She might have been the one to initiate, yet here I am, nearly half on top of her, and I can’t get enough.
Maisie whines and it’s like a wave of desire just floods over me. I can’t even scent her, yet this draw to her is something I can’t explain.
“We should—” I interrupt our kiss.
“Shut up,” Maise replies with no heat, tugging me back down and my mouth crashes against hers.
I’m weak when it comes to her, and I feel bad for ever giving Greer or Lain shit.
Though, my initial statement of her being a Baobhan Sith totally holds up, because I definitely feel lured under her spell.
I kiss her long and hard, unable to control this want that’s growing for her when reality slaps me.
“Are you going into heat?” I ask between kisses.
“I…I don’t think so,” she says, her brows furrowing as she takes in my words and I touch her forehead. She isn’t warm, and with whatever deodorizers she’s wearing, I can’t scent whether she is or not.
“Then, why?” I ask, puzzled.
“Why what?” Her cheeks are pink, her eyes heavy lidded and her pajama top is sliding off her shoulder.
“Why did you kiss me?”
“Because…I wanted to.”
“Because you wanted to?” I ask incredulously.
“We could stop.”
I haven’t moved an inch off her. We’re almost like two magnets who can’t be pulled apart.
“We probably should.”
“Or you could touch me,” she whispers.
As if I don’t have any control over my reaction to her, I push a curl off her face and I don’t think I’ve seen anyone more beautiful.
I should back off, and we can go back to how things were before we got here.
Well, not exactly how things were, but something else.
Part of me wants to plead with her, force her to give me reassurance that she’ll stay.
Because I know if I let this go any further, there’s no turning back.
“Hey. It’s okay,” she tells me, placing a delicate hand on my chest. “I got caught up in the moment. This has been so fast, you apologized but you still don’t really like me, it’s okay.”
This time I’m the one blinking down at her. She thinks I don’t like her? That I don’t find her attractive?
“Shut up,” I tell her back, and bring our lips back together.
Maisie is frantic underneath me, her nails scratching at the nape of my neck and digging into the muscle of my shoulder. Eventually she gets fed up with my shirt being on and I grip the material at the back of my neck and toss the shirt across the room.
I wish I could bottle up her reaction to seeing my bare chest for the first time. Her breath hitches and something tells me if I could scent her right now, she’d be perfuming. Her fingers trace along the specks of hair on my chest, and I can see why Lain and Greer were immediately taken with her.
How could I have missed what they saw in Maisie?
The logical part of me is screaming to protect myself—but the Alpha nurturer inside me—the natural instinct to take care of an Omega, this one specifically, wins over everything else.
I pull up Maisie’s shirt, kissing against her stomach as she helps me take the fabric off. My face nuzzles against her soft skin as I work my way up to her breasts. She isn’t shy as she helps push the cups of them down, baring herself to me.
My mouth waters as I suck a nipple into my mouth and I groan with pleasure as she runs her nails through my hair.
I can’t fuck her.
Even if I really want to, even if my cock is leaking and my knot is swelling in my underwear. Kissing her, seeing her like this, it’s already too much. If I knot her? I’ll be on my fucking knees begging her not to leave me, doing whatever devious shit I need to do to keep her here.
It makes sense to eat her out right?
Right.
I don’t waste any time changing my mind, instead I pull down her pajama pants. There are the panties I saw her in earlier, the ones that had me so hard that I had to sit down so that it wasn’t glaringly obvious what she was doing to me.
There’s a wet spot right down the crease and I can’t help myself as I bend forward, sucking her wetness into my mouth.
“Oh, God,” Maisie lets out, her back arching, her fingers back in my hair.
“You have such a pretty pussy,” I tell her as I roll her panties down her legs, fisting them in my hand.
She looks down at me with such wantonness, I can’t hold back anymore as I bring my mouth to her center.
She gasps as I suck her clit. She’s so responsive that I don’t even feel guilty for not putting my fingers inside her.
Instead, I’m freeing my cock from my underwear and wrapping it with her slick-covered panties and stroking myself.
Maisie realizes what I’m doing, that I’m so fucking turned on by feasting on her pussy that I can’t stop from jerking off. It has her canting her hips against my mouth and holding my head against her cunt.
Slick drips down my chin and pre-cum covers my fist as I work to get both of us off.
“Right there, Alpha, please,” she says mindlessly.
The words just spill out of her mouth, but they wreck me all the same. My fist fucks into the tiny fabric of her red panties as I suck and lick her clit with even more fervor.
I finish first; drenching the fabric clutched in my hand in cum as I whimper against her wet cunt. Her release gushes against my mouth as she moans loudly, her back bowing off the bed.
We’re both panting, and it’s like the post-orgasmic reality hits us both at the same time.
She glances at my cock and licks her lips, before she meets my face.
“I’m. Just. I’ll be right back,” I tell her as I all but scurry off to the bathroom. “What the fuck was I thinking?” I say to myself as soon as I’m behind the door.
I wash off my dick and tuck it back away before pacing the small washroom. With shaky hands, I grab the vanity and stare at myself in the mirror. Her cum is still on my chin and I don’t wash it off right away.
“Fuck,” I hiss while standing there with my head bowed.
I’m not sure what’s worse; that I haven’t come that hard—ever, or that I want to go back in there and bend her over the bed and fuck her for making me want her so badly.
I flick the faucet and bring the running water to my face, hoping to splash some sense into myself. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t work. I’m just more confused by how wrong it feels to clean off all her sweet slick.
Knuckles tap against the door. “Callum, are you alright?” Maisie says.
“Fine,” I grumble back.
Telling a woman you just went down on that you’re having a crisis over it doesn’t seem wise. I thought maybe she walked back to the bed, but then she speaks through the door again.
“I’m sorry, Callum, I just…I don’t know how to explain what came over me. I don’t regret it, though.”
Did I regret it?
No, I didn’t regret the action; we didn’t do anything wrong. I just might regret that I’ll never get to do it for the rest of my life. But I won’t touch her again until I know for sure she isn’t going to ditch us when the month is up.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” she asks, which means I can’t keep hiding in this goddamn bathroom.
I open the door, and she’s back in her pajamas, her hair wild and her eyes glassy. When the door is fully open, her breath hitches again, and her throat works wildly.
She licks her lips, crossing her arms over her chest. “My, um…scent blockers apparently stopped working. I haven’t scented an Alpha in years and well, you’re handsome and I’ve been enjoying getting to know the real you and I’m really sorry that I probably crossed a line.
Of course I know you have a past with Omegas and fuck,” she says, taking off her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose.
“I wanted it too. You’re fucking bonnie, kind, and sexy. But I cannae do this if you’re leaving,” I tell her, unable to meet her gaze.
“I understand. I’ll be on my best behavior until I decide.” My gaze snaps to her when she says that. “Birdie still hasn’t texted me back, so I’m not sure you’ll be able to get back into your room tonight. I promise to keep my hands and my mouth to myself.”
That has me groaning, because now all I can think about is her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.
“It’ll be fine,” I say, moving so that Maisie can get into the bathroom. She gives me a forced smile as I get into the bed.
What have I gotten myself into?