Chapter Thirty
For a meeting that ended in me no longer having representation, it certainly lasted forever.
Sandra reminisced quite a bit about the “old days” and how things have changed in Hollywood. And while she did apologize for having to let me go, she showed how much she cared about my future.
First, she suggested that, if I wasn’t interested in being on camera any longer, I should take on voice acting as a full-time gig.
And then, she gave me a small stack of business cards, like the old school Hollywood agent she is, and told me that all of the agents on those cards would gladly represent me as a voice actor.
We stayed and drank a bit at the hotel bar a while, and once I’d sobered enough to not trip over my feet on the walk home, we parted ways as old friends.
I will miss her.
But once I pass through the hotel doors and into the cold, I remember to check my silenced phone, finding several messages from Will.
Will
Something’s wrong with Izzy
You there?
I don’t know if I need to call an ambulance
My heart nearly stops beating, then kicks into overdrive, and I’m running back to Izzy, dress shoes, peacoat and all, calling Will’s phone over and over as I move and getting no answer.
If he had to take her to hospital, which would they go to? There are none in Crescent Lake, so it would be in a surrounding city. Would Will have the forethought to leave me a note? Why wouldn’t he just text me the location? And why isn’t he answering his phone?
At the door to the B&B, I swing it open and am about to call out to Izzy and Will when a glorious scent invades my senses. It’s faint here at the bottom of the stairs, but it trails upward toward Izzy’s room, and so I follow it.
Outside her door, the scents mingling there seep from the gaps into the corridor. They’re so strong they have to still be in there, and I know instantly what’s happened, like instinct barking in my head.
Part of me longs to enter the room, join them, an ache in my heart growing so strong I grasp at it over my coat. But the other part of me, the part that’s Will’s pack brother, knows that this is his time with Izzy. He’s been waiting for her his whole life, and I…
I frown, turning from her door and quietly making my way to mine down and across the corridor.
Later, when I’m in bed in the dark, sleep will not come for me, the mingling scents of blossoms and vanilla haunting me, making my cock stand tall beneath the covers, and pissing me off.
If only I could sleep, then tomorrow would arrive and I could busy myself with something to take my mind off what Izzy and Will have done tonight.
Likely still are doing.
There’s a faint wrapping on my door before it slowly opens, revealing a gloriously naked Izzy. Every curve bathed in the shadows of my room, back-lit by the lights beyond.
I groan, my cock aching, my fingers itching to touch her soft skin.
She calls my name.
“Yeah, love?” I manage to get out as though it pains me to speak.
“I need you, Asher,” she breathes.
I want to believe this is true, but if she’s in a haze like the other night at the lounge, I can’t trust her to know what she really wants. Even if I’m aware of our connection. Even if I would rather die than hurt her.
“Bloody hell,” I nearly wheeze. “You should go back to bed, love. We can talk in the morning.”
She comes further into the room, letting the door close behind her. The bit of moonlight shining through the blinds lets me see her tilt her head upward at the flashing blue light above us, the neutralizer hard at work there.
“You’re my Alpha.” She says it with a serene calm. “And Will is, too.”
My breath catches in my lungs. So he has told her. I wonder what else they talked about while I was gone all night.
“I hurt, Asher.”
I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. “What about Will?” I rasp.
“He’s fast asleep now. Will took such good care of me, but I need more, and I think I wore him out.” There’s a sly smile to her tone, and all I want is to get up, grab her, and fuck her where she stands, show her how much stamina I have for her.
“Will you help me?”
I blink at her shadowy form. “What do you want me to do, love?”
She’s at my bedside in a flash, laying her hand on my chest before bending at the waist and pressing her lips to mine.
With a groan, I grip her hair at the back of her head and open my mouth, accepting her probing tongue and swirling it with mine, suckling it and her soft lips until she moans and whines into my mouth.
Before I know what’s happened, she’s torn the covers from my body and pulls away from our kiss to look at me in the silvery light from the window.
She hums with what I think is approval, then says, “The sexy Brit is already ready for me.”
My laugh is pained, this want, this desire for Izzy so strong my skin aches. “‘Sexy Brit,’ eh?”
Her hum is an affirmative response this time before she takes my hand and slides it from her thigh to her hip, slow and smooth. Once my palm rests there, I give a little massage, watch the light bounce off the sweet slick dripping down her inner thighs.
That I can’t scent her is maddening, and my gaze shoots to the neutralizer above our heads. With a growl I can’t contain, I leap from the bed, grasp the device and fling it across the room where I hear a satisfying shatter.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until my body forces me to inhale, and I do so, deeply. The lemon blossom perfume rolling off Izzy in waves makes my knees weak, and I use all my strength not to fall to the floor.
If I can get through this night without falling into a rut, it will be a miracle.
A little whine from Izzy is all my control can take before I pounce, leaping over and hooking my forearms under her thighs to lift her, plundering her mouth when she squeals in surprise and wraps her arms around my shoulders.
I move her to the nearest wall and press her back to it, spreading those smooth, wet thighs as wide as possible before sliding my cock into her warm, sopping heat, pulling away from our kiss to roar like an animal.
Deep, to the hilt, inside her tight channel, slick covering my flesh, Izzy crying out in pleasure, I am home.
Nothing ever felt so right. So pure.
This is where I belong.
When I slide from her body, the cool air against the wetness on my cock drives me to slam back inside, seeking warmth, comfort, again and again.
My hips flex, and my whole body moves with the motion, drawing mewls and whines from my Omega, her breathing hitched above my shoulder where she clings to me.
Her pussy flexes around me with each glide in and out of her hot sheath, until it squeezes so hard I growl, hissing as she screams with bliss, slick pouring from her channel.
I may slow my assault, but I am not done with Izzy, just as she is not finished being pleasured.
Still deep inside of her, I move our joined bodies to the bed where I sit and then lie back on the mattress, pushing her upright so she’s seated on my cock, the new angle drawing groans from us both.
“Take your pleasure, Omega,” I grit. “Take your pleasure from your Alpha’s cock.”
Izzy whines softly, runs her fingertips from my shoulders to my abdomen, then slides them to my wrists, which she grips, making my palms glide along her soft skin, settling one on her ass, the other on her breast, letting out a sigh.
Then, she grinds into me, slowly, keeping me inside of her, leaning her body forward and then back until she maneuvers my cock into the exact spot she wants it, needs it, and begins to flex her hips.
The small gasps that erupt from her lips make me groan, that hot pussy swallowing my cock drawing a growl from my chest that runs on until it turns into the most delectable purr.
As soon as my body begins to vibrate beneath her, Izzy’s cries growl louder, her movements more erratic.
The pleasure she takes from me, I can feel it in my bones, like we’re one. Connected.
I grip her ass and breast tight. “That’s it, love,” I croon. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she sighs, head falling back as she begins to bounce on me, the head of my cock pushing against the soft walls of her pussy, drawing a hiss from me.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Come for your Alpha, now.”
And she does, screaming her pleasure at the ceiling, choking my cock in her vice until I see stars, coming with a roar beneath her.
My knot swells so immediately, in the back of my mind, I’m surprised. But can’t care about that now, as my Omega falls onto me while I remain locked inside of her.
“I love you,” she breathes against my chest, my heart inside it pounding harder than the vibration of my purr.
Love. My Omega loves me.
I really am precisely where I belong.