Chapter 49
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forty-nine
Adrian senses every twinge of my trepidation. He smooths his purr into a dull roar, knowing the vibrations will melt what’s left of my bones.
It helps that I was already so relaxed. Knowing our alpha, it’s entirely possible he planned all of this to a T.
His effortless sophistication may fool others, but I know better. Any casual pretense he puts on is as calculated as everything else this brilliant man does. Including the moment he carelessly shucks his towel, tossing it onto the other massage table without breaking stride.
Holy God.
I’d say I forgot how insanely, unbelievably hot he is, but that would be a lie. And not a convincing one.
His masculine beauty still stuns me all over again, though. The chiseled lines and bulging quads. His enormous shoulders and muscled arms. Candlelight only accentuates every sculpted plane; not to mention, his richly tanned skin.
My mouth waters when he turns to face me, putting his cock and knot on full display. They’re every bit as impressive as I remember—curving hard and high toward his navel. I lick my lips when he cups a careless hand around himself and works a pearly bead of pre-cum to the swollen head.
Oh hell .
My Omega whines, the sound too jagged and needy to be contained. Hearing it, the alpha pauses with his hand halfway up my thigh. His focus snaps from the place between my legs to my face.
Whatever expression I’m wearing puts a rumble along the edge of his purr. His fingers curl against my thin skin when an answering rush of slick seeps out of me.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he husks.
Chagrin burns my middle. My knees close automatically. Adrian allows it, but his leather musk takes on a dark, dangerous quality.
Azure eyes gleam in the dim room. “Who takes care of you?” he asks again, entirely intent on my answer. Demanding it.
Something inside me shifts. Or cracks. Or maybe… soars .
“You do,” I reply.
And, God help me, I believe that.
Isn’t this the whole reason we’re here? Him, seeing how upsetting this week has been for me, and doing everything possible to relax me?
Adrian’s approval is as tangible as his low, rough voice. “That’s right. Smart, beautiful girl. Now, tell me what you need.”
My eyes drop to his erection. I fight down my embarrassment, ignoring the impulse to silence my Omega the way I normally do. “Could I… have you? While you have me?”
Feral intensity glimmers in his gaze, a growl edging over his purr. “You’re my omega. You can have anything . Everything.”
A breathless moan catches in my throat. More slick gushes from my pussy, sliding onto the massage table. Adrian snaps his heated stare between my thighs. His scent swells into a dizzy cloud of warmth.
Stalking to the top of the table, he gives a sharp nod toward its edge. “Rest your neck there and let your head fall back.”
Confusion creases my brows, but rightness zings through my blood when I obey his orders. The new position arches my back just enough to put my breasts on full display, the tingling nipples peaked toward the ceiling.
When Adrian steps around the table’s corner, his intentions are clear. My face might be upside-down, but my mouth is at the perfect level for his hard cock. He cups my cheek, using his other hand to draw another burst of pre-cum to the tip. Brushing it over my lower lip.
“Is this what you want?”
His flavor explodes across my tongue, and I moan, opening wide to let him glide the throbbing shaft into my mouth. He snarls, snapping his hips forward. Filling my throat with a quick, deep plunge that leaves me gasping when he rips himself away.
Seeing my stunned gape, he weaves his fingers into my hair, tugging. “ Who takes care of you? ”
Oh. My. God.
“You do!” I keen, trying to take him back into my mouth.
He gives me what I want before pulling out just as ruthlessly. “That’s right ,” he growls. “I’ll make sure you breathe. I’ll fill your belly with my cum. I’ll spray it all over your pretty tits. I’ll kiss your clit until you come for me. Because you’re mine . And I take care of what’s mine.”
OH. MY ? —
“Oh!”
Adrian stretches his tall frame over me, reaching one arm up to balance on the table. His knee slides onto the edge of the padded surface, right beside my head. His cock hits the back of my throat the same second his lips seal around my throbbing clit.
I shriek, trying to suck in another gasp. His thick, hot hardness only slips deeper. Just as I feel the lash of his tongue over the pulsing nub at the top of my folds.
A distant part of me recognizes his game. He’s making sure I’m so consumed by him that I can’t think about how I might taste. Because every time I try to?—
To—
OH!
“Fucking hell,” Adrian snarls, licking down to my pussy. Rimming it with slippery heat. “ Bridget .”
My throat closes over his girth. Dark, smokiness coats my tastebuds. Buzzing need and want and rapture light every cell in my body.
He pulls away right before I start to sputter. My hands fly up, feeling the firm swell of his knot, beating fuller every minute. When I knead it, the alpha buries his face against my slick core with renewed abandon. He groans, the sound serrated.
This is Adrian. Adrian . Who always looks so put together and always has a plan. Adrian… unraveling . Thrusting into my mouth with desperation that sets my blood on fire. Pulling my hair to guide my head. Bucking like he’ll die if he doesn’t get inside me.
Yet, even as he lets himself loose, he’s still showing me something new. Pleasuring me in a way I’ve never experienced. Slipping his tongue into my quivering pussy. Licking past the opening. Molding his lips around my puffy clit and bathing it with molten heat , oh God ?—
He feels me quicken, pouring slick while my insides cinch and flutter. “Yes,” he roars. “ Come .”
The bark sends me over a cliff. Spinning. Flying. Dipping. Dying.
All while he blocks my throat with his thickness.
My body arches, everything coiled between my hips snapping with a rush of relief that has me collapsing onto the table.
Adrian scrapes his teeth against my thigh, sucking hard enough to bruise when he groans and rips his cock out of my mouth, rising onto his bent knee and spurting across my breasts.
The sensual scent of leather probably has no business pairing with lemon, but the combination makes my heart ache. Adrian lowers himself and carefully lifts my head, banding an arm under my neck to help me see the mess we made.
His voice is a low rasp. “Look how beautiful you are.”
Candlelight jumps over the stretch marks and scars banded around my middle. Slick is smeared between my inner thighs, and my whole chest is coated in a thick layer of his release. My skin shines, covered in oil and sweat.
I’m a wreck.
But I feel like…
A queen , my Omega supplies. As if it’s some obvious fact.
“Come here.”
Adrian gently cleans me with his towel and helps me stand. Moving slowly, he wraps me in a spa robe and dons his own before balling up the linens from both tables and stuffing everything down a concealed laundry chute.
I feel better knowing no one will see the state of the towels. But his scent is still all over me. And mine?—
Oh shit.
Mine is all over him .
Mortification pricks my center. Adrian senses it immediately, stiffening as he ties his robe’s sash.
He leaves the front gaping, turning to snatch me close and press his lips over mine. I start to squawk, but?—
But…
The traces of me left on his lips are bright and sweet. Mellow, almost. Like a creamy dessert sprinkled with zest.
He groans when I tentatively touch my tongue to his, the masculine sound forcing a whine from my Omega. Or me.
Or both of us?
I’m so dizzy with relief, I barely notice him slipping his touch from my side to the hem of my robe.
A moment later, he holds his palm up, showing me a glossy layer of fresh slick.
Before I manage to process, Adrian paints a wide stripe of my essence down his chest. Over his flexing abs.
All the way to his half-hard cock and very full knot.
Rubbing my scent everywhere .
My mouth falls open. His curves his into the most handsome grin. “On second thought,” he says, offhand, “I think I’ll go to lunch like this.”