Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Declan
I spent the rest of my night imagining what it might be like to take Tatum into my arms and show her exactly what she does to me.
She’s stunning and stubborn. Despite all she’s been through, something Kodiak filled in for me, she’s still so full of fire. That sexy little thief. I left the small blue opal pendant on the edge of the desk, just to see if she'd take it. Tag still on it.
It was a test, but I’m not sure if she failed or passed. I’d purchased it for her.
Will she wear it for me? If I tell her I want to see her naked, in nothing but the pendant and Louboutins I bought her, will that ruin whatever magic the thieving gives her?
I growl, just imagining how many things I can gift her, all while she believes she’s stealing them. I pull my phone out and text Kodiak.
Declan: The Little Omega likes to steal things. She’ll return them if she believes they are sentimental. Make them things that are easy to take.
Kodiak: Interesting. And what has she taken from you?
Declan: A pendant. For now.
I drop the phone behind me, and lean back in my seat, letting my eyes fall shut, as the urge to go to Tatum rushes through my veins.
I picture her being here with me, riding my cock as I caress her skin. Gripping those curves…
Fuck, I must be nearing my rut… I need meds. An injection… I don’t have time to deal with the fog of a rut right now. Not only that, but there’s only one Omega I want to rut, and she’s…off limits.
My phone buzzes, and I reach for it, assuming it’s Kodi.
Tatum: So how strict is that no texting rule? Can you not talk to me at all?
Hayden would call it a sign from the universe. That my rut is days away at the most, and the Omega I can’t get out of my head messaged me.
Kodiak would probably call it a trap…if it was any other Omega. I can feel them both in the bond, but their emotions are locked down. I usually keep my end open, unless I need to hide…like now.
“Head west. Turn left at the third light,” I direct my driver, before raising the privacy screen.
I should continue my drive home. Take the meds. Suffer the injection.
But fuck that. Fuck always doing what I think I should… I want her, and she clearly wants me.
Tatum
After I left work, Hayden drove me home, ignoring my protests. Obviously.
I took a shower, but couldn’t be bothered to put clothes on, before the gnawing void in my heart started nagging me.
Now here I am, in my empty apartment, thinking of everything Declan said to me tonight. I clutch the pendant I stole from his desk in my palm. It can’t be sentimental, if there was a tag on it still, right? He wasn't wearing it…
Instead of being rational, I scramble into my closet. Ever since taking my suppressants, the need to nest was non-existent. Lately, though, it’s been creeping up on me. I grab my treasure box, the new one that’s much bigger now, and head to the back of the walk in space.
I’m tossing clothes, shoes, and purses out of the way so I can make the space the right size for what I need.
Then, I grab one of the new blankets I recently purchased and toss it to the floor. I add Kodiak’s shirt, and Hayden’s hoodie to the pile, and then, I dump out my treasure box.
I grab the beer bottle from Easton, and place the bracelet I stole from him around the top, then lay it carefully at the edge of my new nest.
Next I lay out the pendant, wishing I had Declan’s bracelet still too. I sift through the things I've taken from strangers, or stores, and put those back into my box. Now I’m left with everything I took from Hayden, all those years ago. I pile those up, stuff them in the corner, just outside the edge of my nest.
When I finally lay down, I curl up in a ball with my towel still wrapped around me. Breathing in the faint scents of Hayden and Kodiak, wishing I had Declan and even Easton’s scents to help soothe me. I attempt to let my Omega instincts settle.
It doesn’t help. A tear slips down my cheek, and I swipe it away angrily.
Despite my better judgment telling me that this is a wildly terrible idea, the needy black hole in my chest makes me do it anyway.
Tatum: So how strict is that no texting rule? Can you not talk to me at all?
I’m so fucking lonely, and I have no one else to talk to. He’s the one that opened this hole inside me. The one that sparked my desire to be…noticed. Wanted.
Maybe it was seeing Hayden again, everywhere I fucking turn, that magnified all these needy, desperate emotions. Or maybe it was Easton’s sweetness. His gentle kindness. Or maybe it was Kodiak, and the way he lit the fuse on the slowly burning fire inside me, either way, here I am. Texting my boss. In the middle of the night.
Declan: Depends on what you want to talk about. For example, it would be extremely unprofessional to talk about my curiosity when it comes to the taste of your pussy.
“Jesus…” I whimper as I roll onto my stomach, staring at his words for a moment as my core warms and a demanding heat pulses between my thighs. I pull my lip between my teeth, feeling my cheeks blush as I consider my reply.
This feels forbidden. Like we’re doing something very wrong by talking like this, and I don’t know why that’s turning me on, but I can’t deny the energy swirling inside me.
Tatum: So I shouldn’t say I think about the size of your cock, and how it compares to the knot vibrator.
I must be losing my fucking mind, because I have never been the kind of Omega that enjoys talking about sex. I’m shy, and completely fucking inexperienced. I’ve spent one heat with an Alpha, and that was... Most of it was a blur.
Most.
But not all. I remember the way he touched me. The way he kissed my skin like he wanted to worship every inch of me. How his fingers felt as he slid them gently inside me…
Fuck, these are dangerous thoughts.
Declan: Naughty Omega. Have you ever taken a knot that size? When was the last time you made yourself come?
Tatum: Not that size…and I haven’t done that.
Declan: You don’t get yourself off?
Tatum: No. I…don’t know how to make it feel good.
Declan: I could make it feel good. Make you feel so fucking good, Tatum.
My breath is ragged as my fingers shake from the rush his words give me. I’m so wet, I can feel the slick on my bare thighs. I wish he was here. Or that I was there. Splayed out for him over his desk.
Tatum: So this is the kind of conversation we should avoid?
Declan: Fuck yes. Come downstairs.
I stare at the text, confused. What does he mean? Then the phone rings, lighting up with Declan’s name.
“Hello?”
He ignores my breathy greeting, cutting right to his growly demand. “Get down here, now.”
“Where?”
“I’m outside your apartment.” What!? He’s where? My mouth pops open, and I climb out of my nest to peek out the window, but it’s dark outside. The parking lot isn’t on this side of the building, either. “Now, Omega.” His demand shouldn’t be such a turn on.
“I’m naked,” I gasp, looking down at the towel.
Declan growls, sending a shiver down my body, and straight to my core. “Put on that blue dress you wore to apply. The heels I gave you and the pendant you took from my desk tonight.” He’s growly and sounds so turned on, that my heart races just from the sound. He knows I took the pendant? Fuck…
I pause for only a second. I shouldn’t do this for so many reasons. I can’t be what Declan needs, because I can’t ever let myself be that vulnerable with an Alpha. I won’t let him into my heart, but…could it be so bad to give him my body, just for tonight?
Then I do as he demanded. He never told me whether I could wear any, so I skip underwear before hastily tugging the dress on, then quickly tuck my feet into the Louboutin heels. I glance in the mirror as I fasten the necklace around my neck. The Omega looking back at me looks feral with need. On shaking legs, I leave the apartment and make my way downstairs. There’s a fucking limo parked in the front.
If that wasn’t enough, there’s also a Beta standing at the back door, who tips his head to me. I frown as he opens the door, but I climb in anyway.
Declan is there, and before the door is even closed, he’s scooping me into his lap. His scent of vetiver floods the small space, hitting me like a bomb. I whine, sounding needy as fuck. My own scent joins his in the air, and Declan grunts.
“Fuuuck, your scent… You smell so fucking good when you’re turned on, your slick soaking your thighs…”
My back is to his front, and his hardness presses into my ass. The way he buries his face against my neck has my eyes fluttering shut. The bite to my sensitive skin makes me shiver, my mouth falling open as I fight to fill my lungs with air.
“W-wait…” I whisper as the limo starts moving. “Where are we going?” I didn’t bring anything with me. No keys or money… I don’t even have panties on.
“It’s a surprise.” His voice is gruff, and though he paused while I spoke, he keeps touching me, nipping at my sensitive skin. He slips the straps of my dress off my shoulders, and palms my breasts in his large hands.
“Why can I scent you?”
My soft murmur makes him stop again, but only for a second. “I wear scent blockers at work, but I didn’t reapply before I left for the night. Our conversation made them wear off faster.”
“Oh…”
“Fuck, I’m so desperate for you.” Declan takes my wrist, after releasing my breast, making me shiver when the cool air hardens my nipple.
He lowers my hand until I’m palming his hard cock through his slacks.
“Feel what you do to me, Tatum? Fuck, you’re so tempting. You make me foolish and reckless.”
His breath is hot against my skin as he growls into my ear. I feel like I’m adrift at sea, in unknown territory. I don’t know what to do or how to respond. All I do know is his touch anchors me, the only thing that keeps me from floating away. “Declan.” I shake my head, my eyes fluttering shut once again, as he thrusts up into my hand.
This is foolish. Reckless. Risky.
Just fun…just once.
The way he plays with one nipple and then the other is dizzying. But then he’s gripping my chin, and turning me until I’m facing him, my ass still pressed to his cock. Our breath mingles, lips inches apart, and he waits.
I stare into his dazzling blue eyes, and I know, this is it. I can leap off the ledge, or I can retreat to safety.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, consequences can get fucked.
When he kisses me, I gasp against his lips.
Declan is half feral as he bites my lip and licks away the sting. He kisses me like I have never been kissed before. Like he’s losing control because of how badly he wants me. Like he wishes he could consume me.
When I break away for air, he growls.
“Fuck, Omega. I just want a little taste…” He releases my hand, gripping my thigh with both of his. He adjusts me in his lap, until he’s looking over my shoulder, down my body at where his fingers now caress my inner thigh.
My skin pebbles with the simple touch, and I swallow thickly. We both watch as his hand disappears under the hem of my dress. When his fingers lightly flutter over my opening, then up to my clit, I moan. He’s barely touching me, but it’s enough to draw a needy whine out of my chest.
He uses his thighs to open mine wider, and my head falls back against his shoulder as he circles the nub so fucking lightly. I’m panting and gasping, and my hips are rolling, chasing the friction. He dips the tip of his finger lower, into my soaked folds, before trailing them up once again.
I’m so close, my thighs shake, and I’m gasping tiny breaths, when he pulls his hand away. I whimper, which makes him grin, and I watch as he lifts his fingers to his lips and licks them.
His deep groan hits me straight in my core, and my pussy clenches around nothing, another gush of slick wetting my thighs.
“Fuck, you taste like my new favorite dessert.” When he grabs my chin, kissing me once again, I taste myself on his tongue. The limo stops, and just a few moments later, I’m startled by the sound of knocking on the window. The pristine black stone and glass windows of the hotel just behind him look elegant and way outside my comfort zone.
Declan helps me off his lap, and I tug the straps of my dress up, covering my breasts. He adjusts himself, smirking at me as I watch him with wide eyes. I clench my thighs together, worried about the wetness there.
“Come on.” He grabs my wrist and tries to tug me with him, but I shake my head.
“Declan, I-I can’t.” I blush bright red, unable to meet his eyes. He pauses, looking me over.
“Worried you’ll make a mess?” He moves until he’s kneeling before me, and with warm hands on my thighs he pries them apart, exposing my center to him.
I cover my face with my hands, but then he growls. “Watch me clean you, Omega.” Declan holds eye contact as he lifts my dress up to my hips, and then leans in. I’m mesmerized as he licks one thigh, and then the other. Over and over again, he licks his way closer and closer to my center.
I’m held prisoner by the hungry look in his eyes as his tongue swipes into my pussy, barely caressing my clit before he leans back and wipes a thumb across his bottom lip and sucks it clean.
“There, all clean,” he chuckles as I stare at him with wide eyes. The satisfaction radiating from him leaves me slightly breathless as he pulls me out of the back of the limo, keeping my trembling form close to his side and into the hotel.
My anxiety spikes, and he must smell the change in my scent, because he pulls me closer to him.
“Don’t worry, Tatum. I didn’t bring you here to lock you in a hotel room and fuck your brains out,” he chuckles, and I look up at him with bug eyes. He boops my nose, leading me further into the lobby of the hotel, and to the back until we step into an elevator. “As wonderful as that sounds, I cannot fuck an employee,” he says in a serious tone.
“But you can clean the slick off her thighs with your tongue?”
The elevator doors shut, and the second they do, he’s pressing me against the wall, his body trapping me in place as he kisses me again, hands buried in my hair.
“I plan to do a lot of things with my tongue tonight, Tatum. All of them to make you scream my name.”
He growls the words against my lips and kisses me again. When he finally comes up for air, I glance at the number he hit.
“The top?” I ask, frowning, and he nods, burning his face against my neck, nuzzling me. A scent mark. I melt immediately. Alphas reserve that for their mates… I’m entirely too distracted by the elevator racing to my doom, to fully understand what’s just happened, even as my instincts take over, opening me up to the Alpha.
“Mmhmm,” he murmurs, not really paying attention.
“Now might be a bad time to tell you I’m terrified of heights.”
“That’s okay.”
“Declan.” I push at his shoulders until he leans back enough to look me in the eyes. “I’m like really terrified of heights. Just being on this elevator is more than I can take.” Just then we come to a stop, the doors opening with a ding, and cool air hits me as the dark night sky comes into view. Fairy lights attached to terraces light up the rooftop garden, and I gasp. On shaking legs, I take several steps forward and out of the metal death trap.
“Like it?”
I’m in awe of the unexpected beauty before me, enough to distract me from my bone rattling fear, as Declan circles his arms around my waist. I lean into his warmth as I take in the sight. The stars, the flowers, the fairy lights. All of it is stunning. Magical.
Glass stretches about fifteen feet high over the ledge, preventing any falls. He leads me over to the edge, even though my knees tremble, and I take smaller and smaller steps the closer we get.
“I’ve got you, Tatum. You’re safe,” he murmurs against my hair. The area against the wall is lined with cushioned seating like in a restaurant booth. Logically, I know he’s right, but I’m still petrified. “Kneel,” he growls against my skin, and I suck in a sharp breath.
I look up at him over my shoulder, and he nods to the cushions.
I tremble as he releases me, and I kneel on the edge of the bench. It’s soft under my knees, and as I look down at the city, my heart rate soars. I have never been so scared, while being so turned on, in my life. Maybe I’m crazy, but I also believe Declan when he says he’s got me.
“Lift your dress.”
Leaning with my chest against the back cushion, I reach back with both hands, gripping the hem of my dress and lift it until my ass is exposed to him. From this position, he can also see my dripping pussy.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I whisper, looking back at him.
“It’s against the rules.” He nods his agreement, as he steps behind me, caressing the globes of my ass with his warm hands. “Fuck the rules.”
Declan drops to his knees, hands gripping my thighs and pulls me closer to him, making my back arch.
He licks me like a feral Alpha starved, devouring me from behind as he plunges his tongue into my center. I cry out, slamming my palm against the glass and pushing back into him. He’s making obscene noises as he eats me out, and I’m moaning his name over and over.
I come hard, embarrassingly fast. I expect him to pull away, but instead he lets out a primal growl, making slick gush all over his tongue. He thrusts two fingers inside me roughly, pumping them fast, stroking my g-spot as he licks and sucks my clit.
“Declan, fuck… Fuck, it’s too much! Fuck…” I let out a long moan, the pleasure making my entire body tingle, as my core tightens and tenses once again. The second orgasm is even more intense, and I start begging him to knot me. “Bite me Alpha, claim me… Fuck me with your fat knot…”
The slap against my ass cheek snaps me out of the orgasmic haze, and I shudder. Thank fuck, he’s thinking more clearly than I am. Wild Omega instincts making me say things I shouldn’t.
When my thighs stop trembling, and my pussy stops pulsing and clenching around his fingers, he pulls back, then adjusts my dress so it’s back over my ass. I’m shaking and panting and still seeing stars.
Declan helps me to my feet, pulls me against him, and kisses me. My slick is on his lips and chin. The taste of me on his tongue does dirty things to my system, and I moan.
“So that wasn’t very professional of you, was it, boss?” I can’t help but tease him, enjoying the way he smiles down at me.
“Not at all. Worth it though.”
“Is this why you brought me up here? To eat me out while I shake with terror?” I chuckle, clinging to him just a little more tightly.
“Absolutely. But I also thought I could cook for you.” He leads me away from the ledge, and back in the direction of the elevator. He turns the corner, though, and beneath the covered area is an outdoor kitchen.
“Why is this on a hotel rooftop? How do you have access?”
“I know the owner. He’s a friend. Don’t worry, no one will know what we’ve gotten up to out here,” he teases. “Here, sit.” I watch him, as he moves around the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. I take mine with shaking hands.
“Thanks.” I take several sips as Declan starts pulling things out of the small fridge. I giggle. “When you said cook, I was imagining dinner.” His scent is still strong in the air, his desire clear, but he’s not doing anything about the hardness still bulging in his pants.
“I have many skills. Cooking dinner is more my brother's thing.” He gives me the sexiest half smirk, before turning his attention back to the cutting board. “But it’s hard to fuck up bacon and eggs.”
“I see. Hopefully, that's true. I’m famished after…” I blush, looking up at him through my lashes. “What about you? Or is that my dessert?”
“Don’t tease, Omega,” Declan growls, and I wrinkle my nose.
“So you can eat me out, but I can’t…blow you?” I ask, losing some of my nerve at the last second.
“Don’t overanalyze it. I’m going to take the memory of your breathy moans, and the feel of your pussy clenching my fingers, home with me and use it to jerk off an obscene amount.”
“Hardly fair, only one of us got a taste,” I murmur, and he stops slicing the bacon to watch me.
“You’re a menace,” he finally grumbles.