Chapter 16
16
KNOX
T here isn’t a man alive on this planet who could resist a temptation like Ruby.
I have her pinned against the glass wall, the light dim in the gondola, concealing me and my beautiful Omega from anyone down on the field. She’s trembling in my arms and actually fucking purring, a sound that shoots straight to my balls. I’m so hard, I’m in agony. Her scent is everywhere, sweet and wild with the edge of her approaching heat, mixing with the lingering traces of clementine perfume. It’s taking every shred of control I possess not to completely lose my mind.
“Your heart’s racing,” she murmurs against my throat as I hold her in place, one hand against the wall over her shoulder.
I trace my tongue down to the valley of her breasts where her dress dips low, revealing that gorgeous cleavage, and I’m rewarded by the way she shivers.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Ruby? Any fucking clue?”
“Show me,” she challenges.
Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me.
“Careful what you wish for, pretty girl.” My voice comes out like gravel. “I might not be as nice as you think I am.”
She tugs my hair, forcing me to look at her, and those amber eyes are dark with need. “Maybe I don’t want nice.”
Something snaps inside me. I capture her mouth in a kiss that’s all possession and hunger, swallowing her gasp of surprise. My hand tangles in her hair, angling her head just how I want it, and the little whimper she makes nearly breaks my control completely.
My other hand slides to her hip and lower to the high slit in her dress. Dipping under the fabric, my fingers trace a line to her thin underwear to where she’s drenched between her thighs. Exactly where I crave to be.
“How about I finger that needy little pussy, pretty girl? I’ve been dying to touch you.”
“I want…” she pants, her body trembling. “I need…”
“Don’t worry, leave it to me.” I slip a finger under the elastic of her panties, and with a sudden tug, I rip them right off her.
She cries out, startled with enlarged eyes, but she doesn’t fight me. I tuck her panties into my back pocket, quickly moving my hand back under her skirt.
She’s nibbling on her lower lip, staring at me deviously, her eyes fogged with sex. Her heat is moving so fast, I’m surprised she doesn’t have an Alpha mate already, helping her prepare. Except that’s my job now, and I’m the luckiest fucking man alive.
I run the tips of my fingers across shaved pussy, so soft, so wet.
“Spread your legs for me, pretty girl.”
Her breaths are coming fast, her chest moving rapidly, and she follows my order immediately, widening her stance. I love seeing her lost to her heat and her face flushing.
Staring into her eyes, wanting to study her reaction, I slide two fingers between her folds to where she’s burning hot, sticky, and ready for me.
Exhaling loudly, she arches her head back, her chest pushing toward me, and I can’t resist. With my free hand, I curl my fingers around the V of her neckline and tug it aside, along with her bra, revealing the most beautiful breast. I repeat on the other side, needing them both out. She’s very curvy, overflowing in my hand, and I fucking love them. My cock’s throbbing in my pants, and it takes every inch of me not to rip him out and fuck her right now. But for our first time, it won’t be here, especially if I’m going to knot… and fuck me, I need to knot her.
Her puckered tits—with sexy large areolas so pink, they’re almost pale—are bouncing slightly with every movement of the cable car.
“Knox,” she purrs like she can’t form words.
“Yes, my sweet,” I answer, leaning in and licking a nipple before taking it into my mouth. She tastes like candy. My fingers press deeper along her pussy, finding her entrance, and I don’t wait. I push two fingers into her, her walls clamping around them quickly.
“God!” She shudders as I suck hard on her nipple, taking more into my mouth, never wanting to release her.
Her scent strengthens, and the hunger to taste her pussy has me close to bursting. She’s running her hands through my hair, moaning, her hips rocking against my hand. I finger her, going fast now, my thumb on her little cherry clit. She’s completely mine.
I ignore my own discomfort and remind myself this is about her and not me.
Releasing one breast, I glance up at my Omega, who’s panting. My hand is soaked, and I know she’s close.
“The way you’re doing that,” she groans, her eyes fluttering as though they might close. “Please never stop.”
“You’re made for me. Your pussy is so tight, gripping my fingers. It’s all I can think about. It’s become my new obsession.”
Moving to her other breast, I bite down gently on her nipple, which has her crying out for me. She’s breathing fast now. So close.
Deciding to help her along, I slip a third finger into her already tight cunt. She flinches but doesn’t stop me. I fuck her with them deep. There’s a sheen of perspiration on her brow, and her breath is racing. Her clit is swollen, and she’s so sensitive to my touch.
She’s ready to be fucked, and I wish we were somewhere else.
“Knox… ohhhh fuck!” Suddenly, she shudders under me and screams. Her pussy is constricting my fingers as a gush of her juices rush over my fingers.
So fucking sexy.
“Come all over my hand… that’s it, pretty girl.”
“It feels incredible,” she murmurs between breaths, shaking like a leaf.
What I’d give to have my face buried between her legs right now, to hold her down as she bucks, so I can lick her dry.
My cock’s in agony. I adjust my balls quickly for slight relief.
Fuck! I’m ready to blow, except we’re closing in on the next stop point. I won’t let anyone see her like this but me.
“I’m dying to lay you down and spread those legs wide so I can fuck you blind, but not here.”
She nods, glancing out to the approaching building. I draw my fingers out, much to her purring protest, which guts me.
“Don’t worry, it won’t be for long.”
“I completely forgot where I was,” she says, red spreading over her cheeks as she quickly tucks away those beautiful breasts. I take the moment to lick the honey from my fingers, my balls pulling up tighter at how deliciously crisp and sweet she tastes.
She’s watching me, making these addictive little sounds that I want to spend forever pulling from her throat.
I then take out a handkerchief from my pocket, cleaning my fingers dry before removing my jacket and holding it folded over an arm in front of me. Need to conceal the anaconda in my pants somehow.
She’s staring at me, grinning mischievously as she straightens her dress with trembling hands.
“You’re absolutely stunning,” I tell her, my voice rough.
Her blush deepens beautifully. “I’m starting to learn.”
“How are you feeling?” I ask, keeping her steady as the gondola rocks slightly on its approach.
“I can’t say I’ve ever done anything like that over the snow before.” Her laugh is breathless, and fuck, the sound does things to me.
I hold on to the handle near the door as it gets rougher, one arm tight around her middle, keeping her pressed to my side where she belongs. The doors open to an empty landing platform—thank fuck for small mercies—and I guide her out.
“Ready to leave?” I ask, stealing another quick kiss because I can’t help myself.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I don’t feel as hot anymore, but it’s still there, lingering...”
We move through the building quickly. Her scent is stronger, and already I notice a few Alphas turning our way from around the main foyer, where someone’s playing a piano, while others are sitting around on lounges, enjoying a drink. My grip on her tightens instinctively. They can look all they want, but if any of them make a move, I’ll tear them apart. Not that I want Ruby to see that side of me. Not yet.
The cold air hits us as we step outside, and I’m hurrying her toward my car when I spot someone approaching. Male. Alpha. My body moves on instinct, stepping between them, blocking his path to Ruby.
“Keep moving if you know what’s good for you,” I growl.
“Marcus?” Ruby’s voice is sharp with disbelief. “What the fuck? Are you following me?”
Marcus. The piece of shit cousin Garrett and Dominic warned me about. The one trying to steal her bar.
“Well, well,” he sneers, his gaze flicking between us. “You’re not wasting any time sleeping with all the Alphas, are you? I can smell your desperation. Revolting.” His lip curls. “Just like your mother.”
“Leave now, and we won’t have any trouble.” My voice is calm, but there’s a lethal edge to it. Marcus stands slightly shorter than me, but the guy carries himself like he’s fucking royalty, all designer clothes and entitled sneer.
“Ruby,” Marcus says, ignoring me completely. “Didn’t expect to find you here. Bit above your... pay grade, isn’t it?” His eyes rake over her dress with disdain.
“Just leave us alone, okay?” Ruby’s voice is steady, but I can smell the anxiety rolling off her.
“You’re brave now, aren’t you?” Marcus laughs, the sound sharp and ugly. “Found yourself a guard dog to hide behind?” He steps closer, and my muscles coil tight. “Tell me, does he know what a waste of space you are? How you’re running that bar into the ground?”
“Back off,” I growl. “Final warning.”
“Enjoy it while you can, Ruby. Won’t be long before you have nothing left.” His lip curls in disgust. “Though I suppose whores like you always find a way to survive.”
My fist connects with his face before he can finish the sentence. He goes down hard, and I’m on him in an instant, fisting his shirt.
“You piece of shit. I see you near her ever again, I’ll rip your spine out and shove it up your ass. Understand?”
He laughs, blood trickling from his nose, and I’ve never wanted to kill someone more.
“Knox, please.” Ruby’s tugging at my arm. “Let’s go. Don’t waste your time on him.”
Marcus spits something vile as we leave, and it takes everything in me not to turn back and finish what I started.
“Don’t,” Ruby says softly. “He only creates havoc for any Alpha I’m with. He’ll try to make your life hell.”
I pull her close, glancing back to see Marcus stumbling inside, clutching his bleeding face. My only regret is not hitting him harder.
Ruby suddenly draws away, looking around carefully. “No cameras out here, by the looks of it.”
“Never been any, as far as I know.” I scan the area, curious. “Why?”
She holds out her hand. “Car keys?”
I hand them over without hesitation, watching as she heads straight for a gleaming Mercedes parked nearby. She drags my key along the entire length of the car, then back again with deep gouges. Both sides.
“I approve,” I state when she returns, and we rush to my car.
“Good, because you’re now my accomplice.”
“Delighted to be.” I get her settled in the passenger seat and climb in myself, cranking up the heat. “I won’t let that piece of trash ever harm you again.”
Her shoulders slump, and she stares out the window. My chest aches at the sight.
“Talk to me,” I urge softly. “What’s going on?”
“Marcus is a monster. I hate that I’m related to him in any way.”
“He comes near you again, I’ll do worse than bloody his nose.” The words come out as a growl. “No one talks to you like that. No one hurts what’s mine.”
She turns to me with wide eyes at that last word, but I don’t take it back. Can’t take it back.
As we start the long drive back to town, she gradually relaxes, leaning toward me.
“I love how you punched him. Protected me.” A small smile plays on her lips. “You know girls love that heroic thing.”
I laugh. “Wasn’t trying to be heroic. Pure instinct when it comes to you.”
She stares at me again, that heated haze returning to her eyes as she nibbles her lower lip. Her scent strengthens in the enclosed space, sweet and intoxicating.
“You okay?” I ask, though I know damn well she isn’t.
“The fire inside me is coming back,” she whispers. “It’s so intense.”
I grin, reaching for her hand. “Let me help with that. Lift your skirt and spread your legs so I can see your sweet little pussy.”
Her mouth falls open, and I chuckle.
“You want my help?”
“What do you have in mind? Flash everyone?”
“Considering there’s hardly anyone on the freeway, you’re safe.”
Lips pinch to the side, and she looks adorable. But to my surprise, she’s doing it, shifting her dress so the split is on the front. She lifts a bent leg, revealing her milky white inner thighs, but my attention is on the pink lips glistening with her arousal.
“Now, come closer to me, as much as you can, resting your bent leg on the middle console.”
My cock is as hard as a rock. She might actually kill me tonight with how turned-on I am.
“Now, lay back and relax.”
As she lifts a knee and spreads, her gaze still on me, I reach over, my hand tracing her inner leg, skimming all the way to her pussy.
“You’re such a good girl,” I instruct, and I see her tits heaving with each of her fast breaths. How I’d love her completely naked, but beggars can’t be choosers. And I remind myself this isn’t about me but her.
Watching the road, I keep glancing back to where she’s spread for me. I want a better view, but my fingers are already running the length of her seam, and I push her lips open.
She moans as I stroke her the full length. She’s wet and so silky, so sticky. Fuck, I might pull over just to ram my cock into her, complete with my balls. I’m so tight, so desperate.
A few taps on her clit have her squirming before I push into her. Sure, it’s not the most comfortable position, but none of that matters as my two fingers slide into her flesh, the sucking sound leaving me smirking. Then I pull them out and press my fat thumb all the way in. She moans.
“How can it feel so amazing?” Her eyes are glazed over, and her hips are making small bucking motions.
My thoughts are wild as I contemplate how I’ll fuck her like a damn beast.
“Sometimes just having an Alpha’s touch, feeling them inside you, can tame your heat,” I explain.
“I had no idea,” she gasps, squirming, clearly wanting more. “So, you’re just going to stay in there, then?”
“Yes, until I get you home, then we can take it from there. But I don’t want you to be in pain before that. And I love being inside you. It’s fucking everything.”
She’s staring at me like she might climb onto my lap, but instead, she rests and takes a few long breaths, closing her eyes.
The drive is sweet fucking torture. Every breath fills the car with her scent, and my Alpha instincts are going haywire, demanding I pull over and finish what we started. But for her, I’d sacrifice anything—including my sanity, apparently. My knuckles are white on the steering wheel, while the other hand between her thighs, which is definitely not helping me stay calm.
When I glance over, she’s breathing deeper, head tilted against the window. “You sleeping on me, gorgeous?”
No response. Damn, she’s actually passed out, face completely relaxed, lips parted slightly. It’s so fucking cute, I can barely handle it. We hit the town limits, and I know I should wake her up for her house key, but... I can’t bring myself to disturb her. Instead, I turn north, a plan forming. Or maybe just an excuse to keep her close a little longer.
The gates open silently—perks of having more money than I know what to do with—revealing what my realtor called a prestigious estate but is really just a fancy prison most days. Three stories of showing off how well the Andersons did for themselves, all stone and glass and emptiness. Too big for one person, too quiet, too fucking lonely. My eyes drift to Ruby, curled up in my passenger seat, and something in my chest does a weird flip. Time to change that , says the guy who has his thumb inside her delicious pussy.
Once parked outside my front door, I force myself to withdraw from her without waking her and step out into the cold night air. Deep breaths. Trying to get my shit together. Adjusting my cock with a groan. This night has been nothing but building tension with zero relief. But that’s not what this is about. Not yet. Even if my body strongly disagrees.
I move to open the front door to my home and leave it open, then collect her.
She doesn’t even twitch. I gather her up, kicking the car door shut as quietly as possible, and carry her inside. She fits against me perfectly, head tucked into my neck like she belongs there, as if she’s always belonged there. Christ, I’m in over my head.
I navigate the house in darkness, muscle memory guiding me up to my bedroom. She’s completely out as I lay her on my bed—reminds me of finding her in that storm, thanks to those assholes who left her out there. She’s a heavy sleeper.
The memory makes my jaw clench, so I focus on removing her shoes and pulling the blanket over her instead.
“Sleep tight, pretty girl,” I murmur, brushing hair from her face. “I’ve got you.”
I force myself to leave before I do something stupid like crawl in beside her. The bathroom beckons—time for the coldest shower known to man. Maybe then I can stop thinking about how right she looks in my bed. Maybe I can pretend I’m not already imagining her there permanently.
The water hits like ice but does jack shit for the burning need under my skin or my rock-hard dick. My fierce little Omega, who keys cars, makes me laugh, and drives me absolutely fucking insane. God, I’m so far gone already, it’s not even funny.
Tonight, she’s safe in my bed, and that’s enough. Even if I have to freeze my balls off in this shower to keep her that way.
Fuck, the things this woman does to me without even trying. But I wouldn’t be anywhere else.