Chapter 21 #2
She presses a kiss to the highest one – right at the base of my skull. “Does it hurt?” she asks.
I close my eyes.
Does it hurt?
Nobody’s asked me that in a long, long time.
They did at first, after the accident, after the surgery, during the long months of recovery and rehab. Then they stopped asking. I guess they just assumed – assumed because I was walking, riding, working again – that everything was the same as it had always been.
I consider lying to her but the situation feels too intimate for that.
“Yes,” I say, “especially when the weather’s cold like this.”
I sense her nod behind me. “Living with that kind of pain would be enough to make someone pretty irritable.”
“Grouchy, you mean,” I say, turning to face her and capturing her in my arms.
“Does anything help to ease it?” Her expression is so earnest.
“Being with you,” I murmur, “something about your scent seems to dissolve away the pain. Your kiss makes me forget it completely.”
Without another word, she reaches up on her toes again and kisses me, fumbling with my belt and buckle. I take over the task – dropping my pants and my boxers to the floor. I press her toward me, my cock – hot and sticky – rammed against her soft belly.
“I want to melt all your pain away,” she murmurs, kiss-drunk against my lips, “I want to make you feel so good … Alpha.”
She’s never called me that before – in all the time we’ve known each other, we’ve barely acknowledged what we are – but the way she says it now – forget short circuit – it freaking rewires my brain.
“Yes, Alpha,” I growl. “Your alpha.” At least for today.
Her pupils dilate and it’s clear what a good omega she is.
“I’m so tempted to have you ride me, Omega, and watch those perfect tits of yours bounce,” I mutter just as drunk on her and her scent as she is on me. “But I have this pressing need to fuck you, and fuck you hard.”
I step away to the bedside cabinet.
“Where … where are you going?” she says, almost in alarm as if she misses the proximity of my body already.
“Protection.”
“Oh,” I hear her swallow. “Do we … do we need it?” I halt and slowly peer over my shoulder at her. She shuffles on her feet a little nervously. “I’m on contraception and I got tested after my last break up. I haven’t–”
“I haven’t been with anyone for a while, Hollie. None of us has. We’ve been too busy working, concentrating on the ranch. But our last tests were all clear.”
Relief floods her face.
“You’re on contraception?” I ask her, hardly able to contemplate what she’s offering here, what she’s offering me. She nods. “And you want to do this without …” She nods again.
“I want to feel you. All of you.”
I sweep her up into my arms, carrying her over to the bed and tossing her onto the mattress.
“You seriously always wanted to fuck me?” she asks as I climb up onto the bed after her.
“Always,” I growl, burying my face in her neck and sucking the fragile flesh there, inhaling and tasting and drowning in her sweet, sticky scent.
“Is that just an alpha and omega thing?”
“No, it’s a you and me thing.”
“I thought you hated me,” she says.
“Hate?” I snort. “Why the hell would I hate you?”
“Okay, maybe not hate, but I thought I really annoyed the heck out of you.”
Reluctantly, I pull back my face to stare down at her expression. I thought it was obvious, the way I felt about her. I thought my every move and my every action must have betrayed me, and that she’d just chosen to ignore it.
“If I found you so annoying,” I say, “then why did I find every excuse, every opportunity to be with you when you and Annie were living together at college.”
She frowns, clearly not understanding what I’m telling her.
“I helped you girls move all your stuff out of your room at college at the end of that first year, remember? And I helped you move into that apartment you rented and out again when you left.”
She frowns a little harder and nods. Her skin is so soft and warm against mine, and I can feel the heat between her legs. It’s like an invitation. But I want to have this conversation first. I want to make her understand just how much I’ve been pining for her all these years.
“I thought you did that because you were helping Annie,” she says. “Because you’re her big brother.”
“And the time I took you both out for food in your second year because you were desperate to try that new Thai restaurant. And the time I took you grocery shopping when you were broke. The time I drove through the night to deliver tissues and chicken soup when you got sick with the flu.”
“Again, I thought all that was for Annie.”
I shake my head. “It was my way of finding excuses to be with you. To spend time with you.”
“You never told me,” she says.
“I didn’t think you’d be interested,” I admit. “I’m an alpha, and I remember one of the first things you said to me …”
All the blood rushes to her face and she morphs into a tomato-red color in the dim light. Her hands fly up to cover her face.
“Oh my goodness,” she says. “What did I say?”
“Something along the lines of, ‘Urgh, an alpha,’” I say, imitating her voice and all the disdain her first words to me had betrayed.
“I didn’t!” She peeks through her fingers. “Did I?”
“You did,” I confirm.
“I think it’s because you surprised me. I opened that door to our room that first time we met.
Do you remember? And I wasn’t expecting you there.
It scared me half to death. You can be pretty darn intimidating, Clay Jackson, and I didn’t have much experience with alphas – definitely not many positive ones.
But also your scent – it kind of hit me between the ovaries and nearly had me slicking on the spot. ”
“You like my scent?” I say.
“Your scent is the most delicious thing I’ve ever smelled.”
And then, to my surprise, she lowers her hands, reaches up, and drags her tongue up the column of my throat, her eyes rolling back in her sockets as she does.
“Chocolate brownies,” she says. “You know how often I’ve eaten chocolate brownies and imagined you?”
I kiss her then – hard and passionately, stroking my tongue against her. Then I’m shifting her legs open with my knees, finding the hot heat between her legs, and sinking into her.
She’s wet with slick, but even still there’s a little resistance, and I pause halfway inside her to kiss her mouth again, to kiss her throat, to inhale her scent, to lift her leg and open her up further.
When she’s moaning and whimpering and her walls are relaxing around me, I sink even deeper inside her.
All the way. And the feeling is so intense, so beautiful, so wonderful, I can’t believe this is reality.
I have to stop, close my eyes, and pinch myself, because it’s not a dream.
I’m here with Hollie Bright. My cock deep inside her pussy, resting between her legs, staring down at her beautiful face.
“Alpha,” she whimpers beneath me.
“Just one moment,” I tell her. I need to commit this moment to memory.
“I need you to move,” she says. “You promised to fuck me.”
I open my eyes and chuckle. I can’t help it. Hollie Bright is needy, greedy, and I think I love her all the more for it.
I promised to fuck her hard. I wanted to fuck her hard. But now I’m here in this moment, I want it to last forever. I want to drag it out and enjoy the feeling of Hollie Bright’s soft, warm heat wrapped around my cock.
I slide from her achingly slowly, torturing both her and me, and then I grind back into her just as slowly, just as torturously. She moans, her lower lip trembling. The pulse in her throat flutters. She takes a grip of my shoulders, nails sinking into my flesh.
“Alpha,” she groans.
I wrap my arms around her too, cradling her against me, our skin flush together. I grind again and again and again. And she writhes underneath me, a sensitive little thing, her skin turning hot and sticky in my hands.
“You like that?” I ask her.
“More than I can say,” she murmurs.
And so, even though this pace is killing me, I retain my control.
I grind slowly, using the whole of my body to sink as deep inside her as I can.
And then she’s coming in my arms. I feel the tension rising up her spine, feel her muscles tighten, coiled like a spring.
And then, with one final grind, she falls apart.
Her body goes slack. It jolts with pleasure.
Her head tips back. I kiss her neck, her chin, her mouth, as she mutters my name as her skin flushes a sweet rosy color.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Hollie.”
I think that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen – more beautiful than the sunrise over the mountains on a spring morning, more beautiful than the sun setting over the snow-blanketed pastures in the winter, more beautiful than the big blue sky that shines above the ranch on clear days when only the wispiest of clouds float above us.
Hollie Bright is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen on this earth, and she’s most beautiful when I’m holding her in my arms and making her come.
It tips me over the edge. My alpha instincts take control. I turn feral.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, and I’m going to knot you.”
“Clay,” she mutters. “Please. Yes. Knot me.”
I fuck the Omega hard on the mattress until she’s screaming my name a second time, and I’m coming inside her bare cunt, filling her with my seed, and my knot is expanding.
Her pussy walls clench around me and her nails sink so deep into my shoulder I’m sure she’s marking me with them.
And then:
“Oh God,” she mutters. “Oh God, that feels – that feels –”
And then this little Omega, this truly wonderful miracle of an Omega, comes a third time as I knot her pussy – knot her pussy for the very first time.