Chapter 16 #2
I step in, close enough that she has to tip her face up to keep looking at me. “Then you’re not sleeping in that shack tonight.”
Her fingers tighten at her sides. “But—”
“No.” My hand closes around her wrist, firm and certain. “You’re done doing this alone.”
A flush climbs higher over her cheeks. Her scent is already changing, richer now, warmer, pulling at every Alpha instinct I’ve got. “What if I’m not ready for a pack?”
I drag my thumb over her pulse on her wrist once. “Are you scared of me? Of us?”
Her lips part. “No.”
“Then stop borrowing trouble.” I slide my hand up, cup her jaw, make her hold my gaze. “Nothing is going wrong. You’re standing here shaking because your body wants what it was built to crave, and I’m standing here trying not to put my mouth on you until you ask properly.”
Her breath leaves her in a soft, wrecked moan. She grips my wrist this time. “I keep waiting for what’s happening between us to fall apart.”
My heart shatters at her fear. “It won’t. And if anything tries, I’ll deal with it.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“I say it because I know what it’s like to spend your life bracing for the bag thing before it’s even happened.”
Her attention perks up, her sights focused on me.
I release a slow breath. “I grew up where I mostly blamed my parents for not having time for me, and they were at fault, but that was the easy version I told everyone. The real one was that they were too busy running their side business, selling stolen goods, and moving things they didn’t want to be grilled about.
I was just the kid in the way, and seriously, I suspect I was a mistake they never wanted.
” I sigh, hating to share about my past, but I want Adeladie to know the real me.
“I could disappear for two days and neither of them would notice. Like the one time I got arrested and they sent my neighbor to bail me out.”
“Shit,” she murmurs. “I’m so sorry, Ace.”
I shrug. “So, I found people who noticed me,” I say.
“Wrong people who took advantage of my weakness, who praised me if I ran errands, told me I was useful, handed me cash and made me feel as if I mattered. Didn’t matter to me that I was delivering illegal shit.
I was just a kid around ten years old when I started.
All that attention felt like love when you don’t know the difference. ”
She presses in closer to me, listening, watching me.
“It gets into you,” I whisper the words. “That kind of hunger, the fear you’ll lose what you have. You start chasing the reward because it feels better than being invisible.” After a pause between us, I say, “Anyway, I’m just saying, I understand how you feel, but don’t let it control you.”
I grin, which gets her smiling, and after a long pause, she pulls me down and just kisses me.
Oh, thank God.
I sweep both arms around her and lift her fully off her feet because I’ve been waiting too long and I really dislike talking about my past and the person I used to be when I want to focus on who I am today.
She kisses me passionately. I tilt her head and take over the kiss, pressing closer.
I walk us out of the kitchen and backward until her shoulders meet the wall of the living room. She’s flushed, her lips swollen.
“Make me forget everything. I don’t want to think about anything else but us together.” She laughs, breathless, then grabs my face with both hands and kisses me again harder. I lift her properly, and her legs wrap around my waist.
She grinds herself against me, and I love seeing her lose her mind over me. “Please, Ace, I played with myself twice this morning, and I still couldn’t calm down. Everything is too—”
I press my mouth to her collarbone. “I know. I’ve got you now.
” I set her feet back on the floor and drop to my knees because I need her out of those shorts immediately.
She stares down at me while I deal with the buttons.
I tug them and her bikini bottoms down her legs slowly, taking all of her in, and she steps out of them.
My eyes are glued to the apex between her thighs, how bare she is, those sweet, soft lips glistening with her slick.
Her scent calling to me, and fuck me, but I’m swaying.
Beautiful.
I press my forehead briefly to her hip just to breathe in more of her as she widens her stance.
“You’re so wet,” I say. “Just how I want you.”
“Are you going to do something about it or just—”
I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh.
“Oh.”
I spread her lips, revealing a wetness I’ve been craving, that swollen clit calling to me. “You’re so ready for me.” I cover my mouth over her sweetness, sucking down, knowing exactly what she needs. Swiftly, I slide two fingers into her now-soaking pussy, easily gliding against her tight walls.
Her hand finds my hair, holding on as her hips rock forward.
“Please,” she says, low and broken. “Right there, please—”
I give her what she’s asking for, and she goes over with her thigh pressed against my shoulder. I push my fingers deeper until she cries out.
“That feels incredible,” she groans.
I tease that gorgeous clit, swirling my tongue around it until she’s moaning my name.
She’s shaking as I pump into that tiny hole, forcing it open, over and over, my tongue flicking her wildly.
I’m drowning myself, adoring her musky scent, her taste.
I’m in heaven. And she’s shaking harder, until she finally comes undone, screaming, her body close to collapsing if I weren’t steadying her with one hand on her hip, her leg still on my shoulder.
She shudders, giving herself completely to me, that sweet slick coating my tongue. Fuck, I can’t get enough, wanting it all like the greedy bastard I am.
When I release that beautiful pussy, I lower her leg and stand, still holding on to her. She’s trembling, eyes completely glazed over, and wearing an expression of ultimate surrender.
“Couch,” I say.
She nods, and I help her over, as she’s clearly still floating on her orgasm. “Will you fuck me now? I can barely stand the wait.”
With my hands on her hips, I turn her away from me, and firstly, I untie her bikini top because I want her bare. I slide the fabric down her arms, then reach around and scoop her tits into my palms. “Fuck, they’re so gorgeous.” My cock is rock hard as those little nipples knot against my touch.
“You going to make me beg?” she asks, glancing at me over her shoulder.
Grinning, I give her a wink before letting go of the most perfect tits in the world and bend her forward over the arm of the couch. She braces herself, lifting that gorgeous ass for me as I spread her legs. I tilt my head for the perfect view of her dripping and ready for me.
My dick twitches in my pants at the sight. I press a hand to the small of her back to hold her down.“Be my good girl.” My other hand comes down gently over her ass.
She half howls, half laughs.
I slap her once more, but not her ass this time, and a wet noise resonates. I love how soft she feels.
“Did you just slap my pussy?”
I chuckle out loud. “That’s what happens when you don’t behave.” Something had gotten into me to show her what I can give her, to make her crave more of me. I reach over and drag down my shorts and boxers, then kick them off.
She’s giggling, lifting her ass, and showing me more of her swollen folds, the moisture pooling and gleaming in her tight entrance. There’s no shame, just pure, carnal lust.
Palming my thick cock a few times, I then plunge deep into that tight hole with a single groan tearing out of me. She cries out into the cushion. I’m in love with the way she moans my name as I bring her the ultimate pleasure.
My hands grip her hips, and I set a pace that’s not gentle because she’s not asking for slow.
She wants to sate what’s been building inside her, so I fuck her, losing myself in her.
Her inner walls clasp around my dick, sucking me into her where it’s scorching hot and drenched.
My balls are aching from the need to come inside her because jerking off to fantasies of her has never been as satisfying as fucking her is.
My phone suddenly rings, and I ignore it.
A second later, it starts again. This time, I glance over, catch Luca’s name on the screen, and grin.
Adelaide is bent over the couch in front of me, breathless, her whole body shuddering with each thrust I deliver. I drag my hand up her spine. “Answer it.”
She twists enough to glare at me over her shoulder. “Absolutely not.”
“Come on.”
“No. Are you crazy?”
“Mm-hmm.” I pause my thrusting, dick deep inside her, and drag my mouth along the curve of her lower back. “Answer it, as it might be important. And I can say it in a sexier way if that helps?”
She lets out a helpless groan, then reaches for the phone with visible reluctance and fumbles it to her ear. “H-hello?”
With a grin, I start moving out of her, then plunge deep into her on purpose.
Her back arches. “Oh my God,” she gasps, fingers clutching the phone. “Luca, if this is—” She’s moaning as I fuck her like a beast.
I eventually reach down and grab the phone from her grasp and hit the speaker. “Luca, what’s up?” I’m pounding that gorgeous pussy that’s sucking me back in.
“Are you fucking Adelaide?”
That’s exactly when she cries out.
Then: “You absolute bastard.”
“Is there an emergency?” I gasp.
“Was gonna ask if we need milk, but now, fuck you, I’m gonna fly home!”
I chuckle as he hangs up on me. So I toss the phone back onto the table and pull Adelaide against me, harder this time, my fingers digging into her hips. “Now, let me show you how I really fuck when I’m serious!”
“What, are you kidding me?”
I grin, saying, “I never kid when it comes to completely ruining you for any other man.” Then I move, hammering into her. Her head tilts back, and she’s crying out wildly, her body shuddering as she drips all down her thighs.
Oh, yes, this is how I love my Omega—completely at my mercy.