16. Chapter Sixteen #2
Realistically, I was going to say yes after the first time he asked, but something devious in me wanted to see just how serious and dedicated he was.
If this was just a chance to redeem himself for his own guilty conscience, or was what he felt for me real.
Not just something fate was manipulating.
I needed to know. To be sure I wasn’t making a terrible mistake here.
A test to also see if I could handle it.
If I was ready to explore whatever this is.
A test. One he passed with flying colors.
Holden chuckles into my ear, sending a wave of shivers down my spine.
“That’s where you are wrong, my sweet Omega. You are mine and I am yours. We have been destined in the stars from the beginning of time. You have been so deeply engraved into my very DNA that there is no way I will ever be able to escape you.”
He presses a gentle kiss to the delicate spot beneath my ear, dangerously close to my scent gland.
“I know it’s the same for you. There’s no denying it when I can smell it on you.”
Damn him. He’s right. There really is no getting rid of them.
I have tried. And failed, drastically apparently.
But Holden and Dominic have continued to prove to me each day their dedication to me.
It may be small things like written notes with words that send butterflies swarming in my stomach, cups of coffee at the exact moment I need them or even moments where I’ve been stressed and they take the pressure off my shoulders, giving me a second to breathe.
He lets out a breathy chuckle, continuing to trail his soft lips over my neck and shoulder, my skin coming alive beneath his touch.
“I will get you to admit it one day.”
With a quick turn, he presses his body into mine, his lips coming down to press against mine, ravishing me with the same level of hunger and sheer desperation that matches my own.
It’s been too long since I have had proper relief.
After the moment with Dominic in the equipment room, I feel like I’ve been building up towards something.
Like every ounce of tension I’ve been carrying has been winding tighter and tighter beneath my skin, waiting for the right person to finally unravel it.
I’ve had to double check my heat suppressant tablets more than once to make sure they aren’t failing me.
The last thing I need in the middle of the season is to fall into a three day long heat.
Unable to stand the teasing any longer, I push Holden backward, causing him to fall into one of the chairs situated at the front of my desk.
He blinks up at me, surprise filling his wide eyes, widening even more as he watches my every move.
Slowly, I start to remove my blouse, taking my time with the buttons until I slide it from my shoulders, exposing the white lace bra beneath.
His needy gaze turns molten as I remove my slacks, uncovering the matching thong.
Bronte has rubbed off on me. That woman has impeccable taste, and when she learned that I was headed back to Vadena, she immediately sent me a gift card to our favorite lingerie store.
I had told her she was crazy. That there was no way I’d give in to them so easily.
I didn’t take into account that my instincts would be in the driver’s seat, because oh, how wrong I’d been.
“Fuck me dead,” he murmurs, swallowing hard.
“Maybe not that far.” I chuckle, reaching around my back to unclip my bra, allowing it to fall to the floor in front of me.
Holden seems to realize that he hasn’t yet removed his own clothes.
His game kit is still on, the bulky chest pads underneath making his shoulders appear even broader.
He wrestles with the layers, his movements far less graceful than mine, the urgency between us making every buckle and strap seem to slow him down.
It’s a little bit of fiddling for him, but by the time my thong reaches the floor, his chest is completely bare before me.
His sun-kissed skin stretches taut over hard-earned, sculpted muscle, every line of him carved by years of working out and playing hockey.
Every movement reveals the strength hidden beneath that flexes with even the smallest movement.
“Gods, Lennon. You are breathtaking.”
Holden frees his cock from the confines of his pants, the long thick length already hard, weeping at the tip.
I want to drop to my knees to taste him.
To take him into my mouth even just for a moment, but I am far too desperate.
Slick has long been dampening my thighs, making me desperate for more than the teasing and the stolen moments I have been given and had to endure since our truce.
I place my knees on either side of Holden’s lap, boxing him in as I settle my weight against him, reaching for his hot length before lining his tip with my entrance.
I gaze into his eyes, sliding his cock through my arousal, watching them as they darken, his full lips parting slightly at the contact.
He reaches up, gripping tightly to my hips, but not moving any further.
He knows who’s in control here, and it’s not him.
“I want you,” he whispers, his voice rough as his chest starts rising and falling faster in anticipation, matching my own breathing. “I’ll always want you.”
I slide down his length, my lips parting as he stretches me, the feeling so fucking incredible my eyelids flutter.
My skin is ablaze, coming alive as I remove my hand from his length and rest it on his chest. I adjust, sliding down further until I’m fully seated.
He gasps, his eyes widening as the pleasure that sings through both our veins threatens to pull us under before we’ve even begun.
He feels too fucking good.
My lower stomach is already tightening, desperate for the feeling I’ve dreamed about since I got here, but have denied myself because the risk was always too much before.
I’m not denying it anymore.
I don’t want to.
Not right now.
Holden smooths his palms over my skin, sliding them up over my sides before reaching for one of my breasts. The other sliding to my lower back, holding me against him like I might get up and leave.
“Bounce on me, baby. Ride my cock. Show me just how much of a good girl you are. How fucking desperate you are for my dick.”
I groan, his words rolling over me as I do just that. I give him everything I am. I feed my desperation into every single move. The hunger, the need, the want. All of it.
He feels it too, echoing moans and curses as I buck my hips, grinding on top of him, his cock like heaven as he fills me.
I feel so incredibly full right now. His fingers dig harder into my skin, sliding across me as if committing my body to memory, the whole time his eyes not once leaving me.
He takes me in as I fuck him. Making the Beta lose his mind as his jaw clenches, his muscles tightening with each of my thrusts.
He meets my rhythm, bucking up into me and hitting that perfect spot that almost sends me spiraling.
“Fuck, Lennon. You’re gonna make me come,” he mutters through gritted teeth, his hooded eyes fixated on the spot where his cock enters me.
His hands find my hips again, pulling me against his cock in at a pace that can only be described as feral, working me into a frenzy I’m not sure I can ever be saved from.
“Yes, Beta. I want to feel your cum. I want you to fill me. Ruin me. Show me I’m yours!
” I moan, not even sure what the hell I’m saying as my hazy words escape my lips, my skin growing hotter and hotter as he pounds up into me.
I’m on fire. My hair is sticking to my skin, my eyes burning from the rush of tears that threatens to fall, even though I couldn’t be further from sadness.
Fuck. This is a heat spike.
Holden must sense it too.
His head snaps up, his eyes meeting mine as he realizes what’s happening. It doesn’t deter him. If anything, it spurs him on, igniting something inside him as he rides the wave with me, meeting me with each buck of my hips, his length filling me so fucking well I can’t get enough.
“No, no, Little Omega. Not yet. I’m not ready to let this go.”
His words are like a drug to me, and I can feel him everywhere. Our connection, our labored breaths making me feel faint, and well the fuck alive at the same time.
“I’m never letting you go, baby. You know that right? Your greedy little cunt is mine. For always. Squeezing me and taking me so fucking well.”
I reach up, needing to feel more, gripping tightly to his hair as I fuck him, his words like a war cry as I chase my release.
“Come for me, Omega. Come around my cock. Fuck me like you mean it, baby!”
This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Led by nothing more than our instincts, he takes me there.
His hand trails to the spot between my thighs, gliding across my skin until he finds my clit.
He circles me, throbbing beneath his touch as I climb, higher and higher until I catapult over the edge.
Our eyes meet, our lips parted slightly, our naked bodies a mess of sweat and heat as I come on his cock, just like he asked me to.
He holds me tightly as I ride through my orgasm, rendered possessed by the heat that has taken over me, watching in awe as the Beta chases his own.
But, I need more.
It needs an Alpha’s knot.
I’m so completely consumed that I can’t think straight. My vision blurs at the edges as the heat threatens to swallow me whole. I’m so overtaken that coherent thought becomes impossible.
I need… I need an Alpha.
My head snaps to the door, seconds before a knock sounds. As if my body called to him for this very moment.
Dominic.
“Lennon? Are you in?”
I knew I could scent him. Everything in this mind frame becomes stronger. More intense. Holden grips my face, turning my attention toward him.
“If you don’t want him in here, I will get rid of him.”