Chapter Twenty-Five – Pax #2
A growl leaves me, and she instinctively inhales sharply. She’s not ready to admit it, not ready to admit what she wants, possibly due to what might change. “I think you need to be pushed, otherwise you’ll stay exactly where you are, forever, because you’re too afraid.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“No? Then prove it, omega.”
“How ‘bout you make me, alpha?”
Her egging me on is all it takes for something in me to snap.
In the blink of an eye, one of my hands shoot up and curl around the backside of her neck, jerking her body in toward mine and thereby slamming her chest against my stomach.
She inhales again, her chest pressing almost violently against the fabric of her bra.
“You’re not the only one who shouldn’t want the things they do,” I growl out, my other hand curling around her back and toying with the hook on her bra.
“You were supposed to be a job, nothing more, and yet somehow, from that very first night, you got inside me and you refused to leave. Ever since, I’ve been dying to return the favor and get inside you. ”
“Pax,” she pants out my name, much like she did downtown when my inner alpha went absolutely crazy wanting to claim her. “If you… do that, then everyone at the dinner party will be able to smell you on me, and that won’t look good on Gideon.”
She’s right, of course, even if it is just an excuse.
“Then I guess I’ll have to wait… but there is something else that might sate me tonight.” I don’t have to spell it out for her; the tone of my voice informs her exactly of what would sate me and my voracious appetite.
My cock is hard as steel, and it’s an effort on my part to dutifully ignore it as I spin her around, to her bed.
I’m careful to avoid the area where the dress lays, so as to not wrinkle it.
The hand near her bra finds the hook, and we stare deeply into each other’s eyes, not saying a word as we both wait.
I wait for her to tell me to stop, for her to push me away.
She waits for me to pull back and regain my cool composure.
But what I think we’re both waiting for, in reality, is something totally different.
My fingers unhook her bra, and the fabric loosens around her chest. I draw my other hand off the backside of her neck and let her slip her arms through it, and once she’s out of it, I toss the bra aside, onto the floor.
Eyes dipping to her now-bare chest, I take in the soft, luscious curve of her tits, the way her nipples are hardened little points, aimed directly at me. How that chest rises and falls with heavy, panting breaths.
She gazes up at me, pupils dilated with need, but she manages to whisper, “This is a bad idea, Pax.” Those words must be ridiculously difficult for her to say; never before had her normally strong voice sounded so goddamned sultry and out of breath.
“You’re right,” I growl out, causing her to shiver, “it is.” But that’s not going to stop me. Not this time. I’m too desperate. Too lost. Let’s be honest here: this stopped being a job a long time ago. I don’t know exactly when, but it doesn’t matter. Not anymore.
With her backed up against her bed, I sink to my knees before her.
I bury my nose into her neck as my hands roam up her hips and my fingers dig into her.
She whimpers, but whatever fight is left in her mustn’t be strong enough anymore, because she can only turn her head and arch her neck for me, giving me better access—much as she did that day downtown.
She wants me. Needs me. Her mind might be on a different level, but her body knows, her omega instincts are on point.
If only I could inhale her full, unhindered scent. Fuck. I want to lick every square inch of her body just to get that shit off. My lips touch the sensitive skin over her scent gland, and she moans softly.
“Whatever you put on, whatever you do,” I murmur against her skin, “stop it. When you’re in this house, when it’s just us…
” I run my tongue over her scent gland, all the way up to her earlobe before I take a gentle nibble and finish, “Don’t put that shit on.
I want to smell you, and I’m sure Gideon and Colter do, too.
” A hard, hungry growl erupts from my chest when I lick her neck again. “Do you understand?”
She lets out a whine, but she doesn’t argue. Normally I’d prod her for verbal agreement, but based on the strong perfume that fills the air after that, I’m betting she’s squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to hide the fact that those panties are full of slick.
Though I want nothing more than to sink my teeth into her neck and bond us—an instinct I’ve never had before her—I’m slow in lifting my face away from the crook of her neck and gaze deeply into her eyes.
She breathes hard, her nose grazing mine.
She’s so close, everything is a little blurry, and yet at the same time, never before has it all been so damn clear.
This girl, this omega… she’s mine. She’s mine in every way, even if I can’t claim her here and now, even if I can’t push my cock between those legs and fill her up with every inch of me her body can take.
No. Through the achingly painful need to have her every which way, I know I told her that I wouldn’t—I’ll let her and Gideon have their time without any of my scent mixed in, but when they come back…
well, we’ll have to figure something out, because like hell am I going to deprive myself of Raeka forever.
Soon enough I’ll be able to bury myself between those legs and fuck the feistiness right out of her.
She lifts a hand, running it alongside my cheek, catching the stubble on my jaw beneath her fingertips.
Her eyelids fall as if they suddenly have become too heavy, and that box in my chest trembles with anticipation.
My heart, my soul, my body; every part of me craves every part of her, to the point where it’s all-consuming and I can’t think of anything else.
Her lips are so close to mine, so close, and yet still so far, and right then I decide I’ve spent too long wondering how they’d fit against mine.
My mouth crashes into hers the exact same moment my chest rumbles with appreciation. The heat, the fire, everything I feel inside comes out in an explosion of passion. Every part of me warms, and the air fills with even more slick as she starts to kiss me back, surrendering to this, to us.
Her lips are soft and warm, sweet and sugary, like honey.
Her fruity scent mixes with the honeyed sweetness of her lips, a taste I could get used to, and I respond by pushing my tongue past those sweet lips.
Raeka opens up for me, letting me explore her mouth as our tongues meet and my veins are set on fire.
Fuck. I could eat this girl up. I could eat her up every single day and never have my fill.
I don’t know how long I’m there, on my knees before her, holding onto her side with a fierce grip while my tongue dances with hers, but it must be a while. A long while until I manage to pull my mouth off hers and take my focus a bit lower: to her heaving, supple chest.
The moment I take one of her nipples into my mouth, she moans softly and arches her back. She brings a hand to my head, weaving her fingers through my hair and tugging absentmindedly while my tongue roams over that pebbled nipple.
My hands fall to the curve of her ass, and I yank down her panties, letting them fall to her ankles. I paw at the curve of her ass a bit before I take one hand around the curve of her thigh and bring it to her apex, where I know she’s dripping wet for me.
And, fuck, she is. My fingers slide into her folds, around her clit, her pussy leaking slick like it’s its only job—and it is. Her body wants a knot, and with how hard my dick is throbbing in my pants, I’m more than ready to knot her all night.
I pull my mouth off her nipple and whisper, “Fuck, Raeka, you’re so goddamned wet.
Do you know how wet you are?” I slide my fingers between her folds, circling the rim of her entrance.
Her eyes are closed, but she shudders and moans, no longer fighting it.
I push two fingers into her easily, and she gasps and inhales sharply, the breathy sound going right to my throbbing cock.
I pump those fingers in and out of her a few times before I murmur, “Your body is begging to be fucked, omega. You should know it’s taking everything in me to not tear off my clothes and pin you down on your bed.”
Raeka can’t respond. She’s too out of her mind with need, such a switch from her usual persona. The only thing she does is moan when I suck her other nipple into my mouth.
I lavish her body with attention. While my fingers pump in and out of her core, I add a thumb to her swollen clit as my tongue runs circles around her nipple.
Her pussy walls clamp around my fingers as if her body thinks it’s full of cock, like it’s trying to drag a knot deeper inside, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt.
I can’t wait until I’m balls-deep inside her and her pussy really does clamp around my length.
Fuck, the thought is almost enough to make me explode right there.
Her breathing hitches, and the cry that leaves her lips after that would tell me enough—that she’s coming—but the added wetness in her core is yet another indication of her orgasm.
Omegas are apparently a veritable heap of slick when they’re turned on.
She comes on my fingers, her body spasming as the pleasure sears through her.
“Pax,” she cries out my name, and I am sluggish in pulling my mouth off her tit.
I growl out, “I love the way you say my name, Raeka.” And I hope she loves the way I say hers.
“Alpha.” This time she pants it out, sounding absolutely delirious, like I imagine she’ll sound when she’s in heat.
Fuck. How on earth did she survive a heat on her own? If she comes apart like this for me, I can’t imagine how difficult and painful it must’ve been for her to go through it all alone, with no knot in sight.