Chapter 19
chapter
nineteen
Sticky, juicy mango bursts on my tongue.
Oh. My. God.
If I could lick the air, I would.
Because, as we’ve established, my Omega is a hoe . And, more specifically, she’s practically feral for this dark-eyed alpha and his dangerous grin.
Anytime. Anywhere. Any way.
Why does that idea have me pouring slick down my legs?
Unless… no. NO. I refuse to melt down for this man. For any man. Nope. Not gonna ? —
The whine that shatters my lungs is almost enough to startle me out of the haze blurring my vision. Half panicked, I manage to blink at the living room, vaguely remembering that there might be someone in there? A snore answers me, but Dante shakes his head.
“Don’t worry about Colt,” he mutters. “I think we might need to worry about you .”
An embarrassing whimper tickles my throat. And—damn it—even that turns me on. My nipples prick, brushing against his naked chest when I try to catch my breath.
If I could think, I might be able to determine which is hotter—Dante’s usual cockiness or this new, concerned expression deepening the dimple in his chin. “Seriously,” he says softly. “Colt sleeps like the dead. Don’t worry about him. Are you okay?”
I try to swallow. “I—I’m f-f?—”
The lie doesn’t make it out before another whine escapes. A hard shudder wracks my frame, and Dante’s frown deepens. “Bridget, I think you’re having a spike. I’m sorry, querida , I didn’t mean to push you over the edge.”
His apology hurts . It carves at some tender, hollowed-out hole in my center, sending cramps up to my pounding heart.
It’s not supposed to be like this , my Omega cries. He’s not supposed to be sorry . He’s supposed to want me back .
Normally, I’d tell this lunatic to shove a sock in it, but the room is spinning and the floor is melting… Or is that the ceiling?
“ Carajo ,” Dante curses. The Spanish word is definitely not a nice one, but my body doesn’t care. Thick perfume and slick slide down my thighs, filling the air with the slicing smell that sends alphas running for their lives.
An inhuman wail echoes through the small space. I don’t realize it’s coming from me until Dante’s hands cup my face.
“Shhh, corazón ,” he whispers. “It’s alright. You’re okay.”
I’m not okay, though. Because this alpha doesn’t want to touch me, and he never ? —
Before I can hyperventilate, Dante pulls me into a hug. One of his bulging arms winds around my waist while the other wraps across my shoulder, his big hand petting my hair.
“Hey,” he says, low and gentle. “Tell me what you need, huh? You want your nest? Or a toy? I could go wake up?—”
My fingers dig into his naked back. Desperation and chagrin swirl into a cyclone of self-loathing that sucks at my stomach.
I try one last time to get a grip on my Omega, but the whole situation is too far gone. I can’t even remember who this alpha is. Or why I feel like I’ll never recover from the humiliation swamping my insides.
This dress must be made from the abrasive side of Velcro.
Fabric scratches my over-sensitized skin until I shiver from the onslaught of nerve-frying discomfort.
My hands fly to the straps, struggling to untie them.
More pain flares there, until I find myself hiding a mortifying sob against the alpha’s broad shoulder.
“ Querida, no,” he murmurs. “Don’t cry . Is it these straps? You want your dress off?”
I feel tears streak down my cheeks and duck my head to hide my face. The built alpha pauses for half a second before his hands flatten against my body more insistently. He runs his touch up to my shoulders and plucks the bows there.
When he rubs his warm palms over my chilled skin, quivers of delight zip to my core. I perfume again, and he nudges my forehead with his.
“Is this what you need? My hands on this pretty skin?”
Another whine tumbles out of me. My body huddles closer, every muscle in my core clenching.
The alpha’s black irises sparkle. My mouth wells with saliva when his juicy scent spikes. “Mmm,” he hums. “You’re so fucking hot like this. Needing me. Tell me what you want, baby. And maybe I’ll let you use me .”
My lungs expand on a gasp, thrusting my breasts into his bare chest. I feel his heat soak through the horrible fabric covering me, and I squirm.
“Shhh,” he hushes. “I know. Here, let’s take this off.”
The itchy cloth disappears. Relief rolls over my body like a sluice of warm liquid. Wetness trickles down my thighs.
Mango succulence rolls off the alpha panting in front of me. His dark eyes trace everything he can see in the moonlight, gleaming as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth. “ Jesu Cristo , Bridget,” he rumbles. “I’m about to come in my fucking pants.”
I picture his thick cock swelling and spraying underneath his sweats. A high-pitched noise flies from my lips as I lunge for the fabric covering him.
He lets me shove the joggers down, not complaining about how dizzy and uncoordinated I am. Instead, his hands continue stroking my sides and my back, sending snaps of pleasure to my middle.
When his hard cock springs up, I feel my tongue slide over my lower lip. The alpha makes a low, predatory sound, pressing his length into my belly. The sensation of hot steel against my soft skin has me gushing more slick.
Isn’t there a reason I’m supposed to be upset? Something I didn’t want him to see or…?
His demanding bark scrambles my last attempt at actual thought. “ Bridget ,” he grinds out, “ Tell me to stop unless you want me to fill you up right now.”
A half-sob stutters out of me. “Alpha, please ?—”
He snaps his hands down to my hips. The soaked material covering my pussy disappears. My world swirls and shifts as warm strength grasps my wide hips and lifts me off the floor.
I barely have time to react to whatever cold surface the alpha places me on before he steps between my thighs and slams his thick cock into my pussy.
Another squeaking shriek tears up my throat. The alpha’s chest vibrates on a deep rumble as he leans back, pressing his hips forward in a slow circle.
I shatter instantly. Every slick muscle in my core clamps around his girth, tugging it in rhythmic squeezes.
“ Fuck , your pussy is so good, querida . That’s it. Come all over this alpha cock. Milk it. Just. Like. That.”
The succulence of his mango scent deepens. I gasp again, struggling to breathe when he skims across the scars banded around the thickest part of my body. Everything inside me starts to recoil, some distant, foggy memory almost bitter enough to break the haze…
But then his brawny fingers find my clit and press down. My pussy instantly seizes again, rolling from one climax into the beginnings of another.
Dante groans, thrusting faster and harder. He grips my side with his free hand, holding onto my jiggling flesh. One thumb strokes at my belly just as the other swirls over my clit.
“This is so soft,” he says, squeezing my side. “Feels so good to touch. And this ,” He suddenly pinches the throbbing nub at the top of my folds. “…gets so damn swollen. Makes me so fucking hard.”
Having come once, I can think just long enough to wonder if he’s intentionally being sweet, trying to reassure me. Or can he just not help himself?
The alpha bucks, shoving his length deeper. His knot grazes at my quivering opening each time he pumps into me, the swell hot and thick. Something deep in my body torques tight. More perfume—the good kind and its astringent counterpart—slip from my core.
Instead of pulling away, the alpha groans, dropping his face to my shoulder and opening his mouth. Slipping his lips over my collarbone. Grazing my neck with his teeth?—
Ah!
His nip isn’t gentle. Just like his bruising grip on my hip and the merciless way he pounds my pussy.
It’s real , I realize, dazed.
He wants me.
Slick dribbles from my core, creaming around his cock. The alpha groans, licking over the indentations his teeth left behind. “So sweet and sharp, querida ,” he mutters. “You gonna let me in your little pussy whenever I want? Or should I enjoy this time like it’s my last?”
My shriek is muffled by his broad shoulder. “Alpha!”
His wide shaft stretches the squelching muscles that tremble for a knot. With a snarl, he rolls his hips faster. Still rubbing the top of my clit in the softest, lightest circles.
I keen, and he growls, the sound so deep and satisfied, I suddenly can’t remember how to inhale. “This little cunt is tight enough to strangle my dick, and you’re so wet . You’re about to come all over this big alpha cock again. And I’m going to cover you,” he roughs out.
The alpha shifts his hips to hit the aching place inside me at the exact moment he thumbs my clit again. The room disappears in a flash of sparkling darkness. Everything inside me squeezes and bursts. Warm wetness squirts from my body, dousing Dante’s knot as he buries a masculine moan in my hair.
When his body tenses, he snarls a string of Spanish curses and pulls out of me. His fist snaps to his cock as hot liquid erupts from the head. His swollen knot visibly expands while cum coats my lower belly and my mound.
Blinking, I look down at my bare body and his.
Did I mention…
Oh. My. God?!
Dante takes in the mess we made with an air of fanatical satisfaction. The expression makes no sense until our gazes meet.
And his softens .
For a moment, warm electricity glows between us. Not the vicious, snapping current we usually feed with banter, but something… gentle.
“Bridget,” he husks, stroking my hair back. “You good? That was pretty…”
“Intense?” I laugh, but it sounds breathy and watered down. Probably because my damn eyes are welling up.
It’s only natural , I tell myself. No one’s ever helped you with a heat-spike before .
It makes perfect sense. But I’m still glad my Omega can’t weigh in. Thankfully, she’s blissed out to the point of unconsciousness.
Before I can overthink, I jump down from the counter and grab my dress. It smears some of the cum cooling on my skin, and Dante curses. “Shit, here, let me?—”
“No,” I decide, stepping away. Pasting on an awkward smile. “I’m good! I’ll just go… clean up. But, um—” Did you feel that weird moment we just had? What the hell was that? How do we make sure it never happens again? “—thank you?”
He mumbles some reply I don’t hear. Because I’m too busy hauling my wobbly ass out of the kitchen before I drip on the floor.
Or notice just how well my sharp scent happens to pair with juicy, sweet mango.