Chapter 15 #2
That longing connected directly with my own aching emptiness.
“I need your cock,” I slurred.
I need your bite, I didn’t say.
His brows knitted. “Are you sure? I didn’t think you’d—”
“I need it,” I insisted. “Gage, please... I’m so empty inside.”
There was more than one kind of emptiness, of course. But at least this kind could be filled up by Gage’s knot.
“Fuck,” he mumbled. “Jesus fuck, Jez.”
“Please,” I repeated, in my most pathetic voice.
“You’re going to be the death of me, and you’re not even trying to kill me anymore,” he said under his breath.
Guilt pricked at me, only to be swallowed whole a moment later by the sea of endorphins sloshing around in my skull.
“Hang on, kitten.” He got up and rummaged in a dresser drawer, eventually coming up with a foil packet. “Hope these things don’t have a use-by date.”
I was pretty sure they did, and in that moment, I couldn’t have cared less.
He flopped back on the bed with the packet held between his teeth.
I got enough muscles cooperating to roll over so I could watch him undo his fly and pull his underwear down.
He tore open the foil and tossed it away, rolling the condom over his massive alpha cock. It jutted up, hot and hard and girthy.
“I want you on top, beautiful,” he said, his eyes dark in the predawn light. “I’m all yours—do what feels good. You should know I ain’t gonna last long, though.”
He very deliberately reached up and clasped his hands behind his head—a silent promise not to grab or hold.
I clambered clumsily over to straddle him, not sure if I should feel weird about having no hesitation over this.
Gage obviously thought it might trigger some kind of PTSD episode, but it was so different than what had happened to me before that I couldn’t get the two things to line up in my head.
They were totally unrelated.
It was a bit tricky getting his length lined up. Huge peg, small hole. And, yeah, it kind of hurt when I shoved downward, forcing his hard cock into the grasping space that was begging for something to squeeze and milk. For, like, half a second.
Then it was maybe the best thing I’d ever felt.
The wavering, high-pitched cry probably came from me. The rough curse definitely came from Gage.
“All right?” he asked.
“Shut up,” I said, and started moving.
Gage was good to his word. He was still and passive beneath me, except for the quiver of leashed muscles that trembled beneath my thighs every few seconds.
I felt like a wild thing, slamming myself down on the cock inside me over and over. I threw my head back, panting through my open mouth.
“Touch your clit.” The words were choked. Desperate.
Gage was close, but so was I. I braced one hand on his muscular chest and delved between my folds with the other, rubbing roughly over my nub until a third orgasm rose up and swamped me. Gage roared, his hips jerking up in a messy rhythm as he emptied his load into the condom.
Sweat was dripping down my body as I collapsed forward against him, panting hard. His knot swelled, and my passage convulsed, trapping him in place. My heart felt like it was trying to crash through my ribs... but slowly, slowly, everything inside me settled into calm serenity.
Gage freed his hands from behind his head.
One arm draped over my back, holding me to him.
The other hand stroked over the back of my head soothingly, my scalp tingling beneath the gentle touch.
The world beyond our joined bodies faded to insignificance, a distant and dreamlike thing.
I closed my eyes and breathed out, feeling years of old pain carried away on the exhale.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed knotted. The cliches weren’t as true as I’d been led to believe, though—because I stayed awake the whole time, while Gage was out like a snuffed candle.
I wondered if he’d slept at all since I’d attacked Knox, beyond the couple of hours he’d caught after he’d made me pancakes and taken me back to bed.
It was fully light out as I sat against the headboard, looking down at his rugged face. He looked younger like this. Maybe everyone did, when they were peacefully asleep.
Unfortunately, my own peace was retreating like a mirage as the haze of sex and sleep wore off. Pretend time was over. It was time to face reality. To face the consequences of my actions, whatever that might mean.
I’d been listening intently, and there wasn’t a single sound from elsewhere in the house. Which meant this was probably my chance. I didn’t want to be stuck here as a cat locked in a box, not knowing what I was guilty of. I needed answers, and those answers lay outside this remote house.
Cautiously, I stroked a hand over Gage’s bristly hair, checking how deeply he was asleep. He didn’t even stir.
I took a deep breath and got up.
The clothing Tony had bought was still upstairs.
I crept up to the attic room, ignoring the shudder of distaste as I crossed over the threshold.
After dressing quickly in practical clothes, I went back downstairs, still listening for any other signs of life in the house.
Gage was in exactly the same position as when I’d left him.
Ignoring the misgivings rocketing through me, I did a quick search and found his cell phone and wallet. I pocketed the phone and two hundred dollars, tiptoed to the front door, and let myself out.
The driveway was as long and winding as I remembered. I jogged down to the road and hid in the trees near the mailbox while I figured out how to power up the phone. There wasn’t a passcode or face recognition, which even I knew was fucking stupid.
The Uber app was already installed. I pulled it up and then fumbled around until I figured out how to call a ride. I had a date in the city with an omega named Adrian, and I wasn’t putting it off for a moment longer.