Chapter 18
WREN
Itoss my phone on the bed and start pacing. Oh my god. Wren Murphy, you did not just send that text to your ex-boyfriend’s father.
My palms feel clammy. This is reckless and totally risky behavior. Unbelievably so. What the hell am I even doing?
The phone starts ringing immediately, and my pulse does a backflip.
“Where are you?” Theo’s voice is gritty, deep, a demand more than a question. He doesn’t give me a pause to say hello or any room to breathe. It’s as if he just reached through the phone and pinched my chin to make sure I look him directly in his warm, honeyed brown eyes.
“You don’t need to know that.” My voice is oh so very breathy right now.
“I have a photo of your tits on my phone. It’s vitally important I know where you are.” Hearing him grind over those words, like he’s barely hanging on, has my body on a string at his command. Everything lights up inside me, and my thighs squeeze together.
“Hardly.” I swear I’m already panting. “You can’t really see anything.” That much I know for certain. Having taken about fifty attempts to get the perfect angle, I made sure my hand and arm covered as much as possible. It’s basically just cleavage. You can’t even see my face.
“You’re naked.” It comes out like a rumble of thunder in the distance.
“You asked for a photo.”
“I did.” His voice dips low and husky. “Now, tell me, sweetheart… where are you?” He slows right down as he says those words, dripping them over my senses one by one like liquid honey.
God, I would do unmentionable things to be able to scent him right now.
“You’re not coming over here.” I shake my head to myself. Perhaps if I say it out loud enough times, I’ll be able to fully drill home those words and actually mean them.
“No, I’m not.”
My shoulders deflate a little. Christ, I’m messed up. Was I seriously hoping he’d come pounding on my door out of the blue?
“… but for my sanity’s sake, if you’re naked right this second, I need to know that you’re somewhere safe.”
“I’m at home.” My skin flecks with goosebumps, hearing the tone of his voice when he lets me know just how much I affect him. Do I like that a little more than I should? I do indeed.
“Where are you calling from?” Curiosity gets the better of me. Wondering what this man does on a weekend, when he’s not strolling around rugby stadiums in designer suits.
“In my vehicle. In a parking lot.”
That makes me smile. “This is getting to be a habit. First texting me from your car, now calling.”
He makes a satisfied yet ragged noise in the back of his throat. “Please tell me you’re alone?”
Swallowing hard, I nibble on my bottom lip.
“I am.” It comes out all raspy and quiet, as if I’m being careful for someone not to hear us.
Which is silly, because the girls have gone to see a movie and are going to be out for the rest of the afternoon.
Maybe I’m a terrible person for craving his attention, or maybe I’m just an Omega who has finally had a part of herself awakened for the first time.
Whatever the fuck it is, I take a look at myself in the mirror and don’t even recognize this bold, confident version of me—where did this girl come from who’s out here sending topless photos of herself? To her ex’s dad, of all people.
“What else are you wearing, my sweet little Omega?”
That kicks my pulse up a gear, and my pussy flutters. “Just panties.”
Theo groans and curses softly. I hear something thud hard in the background. It sounds like his head hitting the headrest.
“Are you feeling… ” I venture, trailing one hand down to my breasts. Watching my fingers trace over the stiffened peaks of my nipples. Imagining what his rough, strong hands would look like against my skin. “Are you feeling this way, too?”
“Hard as fucking stone? Yes.”
A giggle escapes me. I like that he’s honest and upfront about it. There’s no artifice where Theo is concerned, and it makes me feel safe to be bold like this with him. Even though it makes zero sense, considering he’s damn near twice my age.
I shouldn’t be doing what I’m doing, and yet I can’t seem to stop.
“My body has seriously gone haywire.” The admission slips past my lips quietly. It’s the truth. My vibrator has had one hell of a workout since last night, and I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve orgasmed with thoughts of him filling my mind.
Or more truthfully, with the thoughts of him… and another certain rugby player.
“Are you feeling needy?” Those words are velvety, dangerous, and all too enticing.
Biting down on my lip, I let my eyes hold my own in the mirror. Taking in the sight of my flushed lips and nipples darkened with arousal. Pink sits high on my cheeks as I barely whisper the confession out loud. “I am... Alpha.”
That word drops between us, in a silence so all-consuming it would be enough to hear a pin drop. I’ve never said that. Never once had the urge to say anything of that nature before. And yet my body screams at me to keep moaning it over and over.
Theo makes another of those deep, primal groans of desire. “Good girl for texting me.”
“I can’t believe I did.”
“That’s my job, sweetheart. I’m here to take care of you. To make sure you’re looked after. Everything else is irrelevant.”
“You say it like it’s simple, when it really isn’t.” My pussy clenches, aches to be filled. Everything he just said curls inside me and strokes the willing, needy Omega I am. His rich tone speaks straight to the part of me who hasn’t ever felt this way before.
And now she knows exactly what she wants.
“It’s okay. We’ve got time to figure things out.” As if he can sense my internal chaos, his voice dips into a tone of calm, reassuringly so.
“We can’t…” Even as I say it, my fingers roll over the budded peak of my nipple, and I have to stifle a moan. My breasts are so heavy and full, if he were here and put his mouth on them, I think I’d simply expire.
“Just because we have to keep our distance, doesn’t mean I can’t help you in other ways.” He hums wickedly straight into my ear, and my eyes damn near roll back in my head. “What does my little Omega need?”
Jesus Christ. This man’s voice alone could drag me into a climax and toss me over the edge simply by calling me his Omega.
Wetness builds between my legs the longer we’re on the phone, and my slick drenches my panties and coats my thighs.
Hell, if this is how viscerally my body responds to just his voice, I can only imagine how intense my perfume is right now.
What kind of reaction would I be having if he was actually here in the room with me?
I think I might go into heat spontaneously if that were the case.
“Tell me, birdie girl.”
God, I love that stupidly sweet nickname.
“I… I don’t know.” What I want is his fat knot wedged inside me. But I can’t exactly go blurting that out right now, can I?
“How about you start by sliding two fingers into your pretty little pussy for me,” he murmurs, a tone so sinful it makes my blood pound in the side of my throat. “And I know it is oh, so very pretty.”
A gasp escapes as I do exactly as he says. Gingerly exploring beneath the fabric, my pussy is a swollen, slippery mess.
“How does that feel?”
Wrong. Right. I can’t think straight.
“G-good.” Somehow, I manage a stuttered reply.
“Is your sweet little clit aching?”
This time, I straight-up whimper. Yes.
“Such a good girl. We’ll give you what you need, hmm?” In the background, I hear fabric rustling, as if he’s readjusting his weight. “Tell me how that feels? Is it nice and plump… swollen and ready to be played with?”
Another whimper escapes my lips. My fingers circle over the bundle of nerves, sending shooting sparks everywhere, right down to my toes.
“Keep touching yourself. Give me all those pretty little noises. Goddamn, you sound so sexy.”
“I’m close.” The whine in my voice tells him everything about how on edge I am. My body feels primed and ready to explode, with the barest hint of touch combined with his voice in my ear.
“Nice, slow circles. That’s it. Is your hand soaked? Would you be drowning me if I was there with my mouth on you?”
I damn near buckle at the knees.
“Would you… want that?” My focus hazes a little, the intensity of pleasure rolling toward me in a wave.
“Sweetheart, you couldn’t stop me from having my mouth on your pussy. Every damn day, I’d want your taste on my tongue. One hit of your scent isn’t enough to sustain a man, I hope you know that.”
“I’ve never—no one has—”
He curses. Another thud comes through the phone.
“This is goddamn torture. You’d better be prepared for the day I can finally get my hands on you.
” The way his voice turns into a growl vibrates through every single cell of my being.
“The moment I do, we aren’t gonna be coming up for air until my tongue has made you shatter at least a hundred times. ”
“Oh my god.” The pressure continues to build and build, and I know I’m almost done for.
“Get there for me, sweetheart. Play with that needy little clit. Make yourself come and imagine it’s my mouth.”
“Please.” My fingers rub frantic circles beneath the fabric. Tensing up, all I hear are my own desperate whimpers as the crest builds and comes to claim me.
“Mmm. That’s it. That’s my good fucking girl.
” Theo’s voice occupies every corner of my mind, and everything goes blank behind my eyes.
The force of my climax leaves me gasping for air, as my pussy spasms over and over.
I’m probably chanting his name, I don’t even know, but it’s the most powerful orgasm I think I’ve ever had.
“Jesus, you’re the prettiest thing when you shatter. Those noises…” His words guide me back down somewhere into my body, pulling me down from a floaty place among the clouds.
“That was—” I don’t even know how to put it into words.
“I need a photo.” It’s a hoarse request. One that speaks of a desperate man. The least I can do, considering how he just talked me through the orgasm to rival all orgasms. “Show me how messy you are. Please, sweetheart.”
With shaky hands, I do as he asks. I’m panting and a little lightheaded, as I swipe my fingers through my pussy, pull them out of my panties, and hold that filthy evidence up in front of my phone to snap a photo.
A glossy sheen glistens on the camera, showing off a coating over every inch of skin with my slick and cum.
It’s wicked and erotic, knowing he wants to see this, when the guys I’ve been with before now have been missionary with the lights off types.
“Ffffuck.” His reaction when I send it through is primal. “You better lick up every drop for me. Better yet, rub that slickness all over those perfect fucking tits of yours. That’s where my mouth would be going next. We wouldn’t be stopping at one tiny little orgasm.”
A dreamy little smile takes over my face as I follow his instruction. Swirling my wet fingers over my nipples, leaving a sheen there. As I do it, I can picture his mouth. I can feel the slippery sensation as if it’s his tongue, and I swear that triggers another wave of ripples in my pussy.
“Would you need more?” I hum, my body finally feeling sated after what felt like climbing the walls since last night.
Theo doesn’t miss a beat, hitting me with words that tell me just how intent he is on finding a solution for us. Even though I can already tell him, it’s gonna be impossible.
“Little Omega, I’d need everything. You’re my scent match, and I mean it when I say…. when it comes to you, I want everything.”