Chapter 40 #2
She clenches both fists to get leverage and starts to really fucking ride my thigh now.
A little moan of frustration comes out, as my tongue slides past the seam of her mouth and we make out more and more intensely.
With each roll of her hips, I feel the dampness of the fabric against my skin.
Fuck yes. Having my Omega so horny and out of her mind, she’s got slick running everywhere?
Straddling my leg to get herself off? That’s my every fucking fantasy.
“That’s it. There she is.” I suck on her tongue and drink down the way she whimpers softly. “My good girl, you’re gonna drench me, and get off just like this.”
“I want more.” She humps my thigh harder, getting lost in that perfect rhythm she’s got going on.
“This is just getting you ready for me, Bambi. Get your sweet little cunt ready to take me perfectly.”
She pants against my mouth. “Oh god. Oh god.”
“That’s it, my pretty girl. Next time you ride my thigh, I wanna make you watch me stroke my dick.
I want you to see exactly what you do to me when you rub your pretty sweetness everywhere.
I need your scent all over me, Bambi. I need to fuck my fist with all that slickness from between those thighs and then fuck this pouty little mouth so you can taste just how good we are together. ”
“Fuck. Con.”
Jesus. Hearing her call me that, to plead my name while dangling close to the edge, is maddening.
I swoop in and seal our mouths together, while at the same time, hitching her knee high over my groin so she can feel every inch of me pressed hard against the front of my sweats. Just as she starts to shake, just as my erection digs into her softness, everything starts to spin.
Wren’s body convulses with the force of her climax, and it’s like everything turns to white static. A sonic boom of scent consumes everything. Her lips are on mine, and her scent spirals through my brain with one word.
Mine.
Mine. Mine. Fucking mine.
“Ffffuck,” I groan, palming her ass, digging my fingers into the crease of her hip. “Christ, baby.”
“You… we…”
Yeah. We’re fucking scent matches. Her tiny body melts against mine, and her scent rolls through my bloodstream, and I’m certain this has got to be the most incredible moment of my life.
No championship, no accolade, no victory on the pitch has ever come close to this.
“Goddamn. You’re incredible,” I groan against her lips. Almost scared to move, in case this feeling evaporates as quickly as it slammed into me. Except Wren takes matters into her own hands. She’s practically tearing at my clothes, with those hooded, beautiful eyes searching my face.
“Don’t make me wait. Please.” She curls her fingers to find bare skin above my waistband, and that sensation of her touch against the hair dusting below my navel has me ready to explode.
“You’re my scent match.” It comes out of me like a growl.
A deep, rough-edged promise that I’m going to do everything in my power to look after her.
Regardless of rules, the boundaries… the things that I really should be thinking about right now.
But there’s nothing in my head, and every ounce of urgency throbbing in my cock.
My knot needs to be inside her, squeezed to death by her, and my cum needs to be keeping her warm.
“God, that’s so hot…” she whimpers as I lift her ass onto the counter. “Why are you so hot?” Her teeth catch her bottom lip, looking down at the mess she’s made on my thigh. The material is stained dark with her slick soaking through.
“Says the beautiful girl, smelling like my every fantasy. You’re the sexiest fucking thing.
” I reach for her waistband, cupping her pussy through the material as I do so.
“This is mine.” Not that I care about sharing or being part of a pack.
Somewhere in my mind, it makes sense that her scent—her unique, soul connection—belongs to me, as part of our pack.
Because I guess that’s what we are now? Even if we haven’t talked about it.
“Yours.” She nods. Exhaling a little shakily with the aftereffect of her orgasm still lingering.
It’s frantic, stripping the waistband of her leggings down in order to peel them over her perfect ass and lush thighs.
Yanking them off, I toss them aside with a grunt.
“I’ll buy you new panties, baby.” My teeth clench as I take in the sight of the soaked material covering her pussy.
Even though I really, really want to simply stare at her sitting with knees spread wide for me on the kitchen counter, looking like a fucking filthy dream come to life, I hook the lace covering her hip and tear the fabric.
As they give way, I stuff them into my pocket.
No chance I’m getting rid of those.
Her body slides closer to me, now beautifully bare from the waist down.
“Oh my god.” Wren’s breaths stutter, her chest rising and falling fast as she has to slap both palms down behind her to support her weight.
“Mmm. My pussy.” I wedge myself between her knees and reach between us to dust a knuckle over the spot where her upper thighs quiver, covered in slickness.
“My hoodie.” A triumphant smirk plays on my lips as I devour the sight of her wearing my clothes.
“I think you’ll look even better stretched around my knot. ”
“Please.” She widens her knees in invitation. Nearly goddamn sending me to mine in the process. This fucking girl has gotta know I’d crawl for her any day of the week.
I reach behind my head and tug my top off, loving the way her gaze bounces everywhere across my bare chest without restraint.
“Gonna have me addicted, giving me that look.”
“You’re stupidly hot. It’s not fair.” She bites her bottom lip, and a fresh wave of all that gorgeous peach and jasmine scent fills my awareness.
“Careful, Bambi. You might go stroking my ego if you’re not careful.” I take that opportunity to shove the waistband of my sweats and boxer briefs down, and my cock springs forward with the ultimate relief of being freed to join in the action.
Wren’s eyes go wide.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
I slowly stroke myself from root to tip, as my cock fills and lengthens between us.
“We’ll go slow, baby.”
“That’s never gonna fit.” Her big blue eyes can’t pull themselves away from the place where I tug on myself in firm pulls.
Just to enjoy her gaze a little more, to be even more selfish with this moment, I reach lower and squeeze the bulge around the base to show her the knot she’s gonna be enjoying as often as she wants.
A chuckle comes out of me as I push forward between her thighs. “You and I were made for each other. It’ll fit just fine, Bambi.”
“How…” Wren’s eyes roll back, her voice dying out, as I let the plush head of my cock fall against her exposed clit.
“All this pretty little pussy needs to do is relax.” I fist myself, tap the crown against her slippery seam, then start rocking forward and back a little.
She’s so goddamn slick and soft, I’m leaking precum even more rapidly at the sensation of being so close to fitting inside her snug little channel.
“You’re huge,” she gasps, trying to stay focused, but I see the way each slide of my cock against her flesh leaves her eyes glazing with pleasure. “It can’t possibly. That… and then the knot as well…”
A rumble comes out of me. Hearing her talk about my knot does something to me on a cellular level. Maybe it’s the scent match thing? I don’t know, but it’s already tingling and starting to swell, which has never happened this fast with anyone before.
“Talk to me, baby. We didn’t get a chance to talk about the important things last night.” The head of my cock is shiny with her arousal, and I slap it against her clit again, drawing a sweet little gasp past those plush lips.
God, her mouth would look so very pretty wrapped around my dick.
With lipstick marks left behind, too.
And imagining Ace seeing that, tasting me after her? God, that idea damn overwhelms me for a moment.
“I can’t—I can’t think straight when you’re doing that.” My girl writhes with pleasure as I keep on letting the heavy weight of my cock tap against that sensitive bundle of nerves, then glide through her slickness to roll my hips and slip back and forth through her pussy lips.
Jesus Christ. It’s the best fucking sight, watching her soft thighs tremble, the material of my hoodie bunched around her waist, and each time I draw back, I get a little glimpse of her entrance flexing in anticipation.
As if she’s really fucking hoping I’ll shift my angle and push down to fill where she’s empty and no doubt aching.
I know I’m fucking throbbing to be inside her.
“Okay, how about I go first?” I squeeze my tip, staving off the intense wave of need thrumming straight through my groin. “I’m clear, I’m tested all the fucking time for the Wolves.”
Wren’s little desperate moans are gonna be my absolute ruin.
“I’m… I’m on birth control.” She manages to get the words out as I cup her pussy, slowly pushing two fingers inside her.
“I’m clear… but…” Her voice catches, mingling a gasp of desire as I rock my palm against her clit.
Her blue eyes glimmer with a mix of lust and not knowing how to broach the topic of last night’s unexpected turn of events.
I keep working her with my fingers, savoring every whimper and gasp. Her walls flutter, her channel stretching to accommodate me as I rock my hand, pushing deeper and deeper. The way her scent thickens and slick coats my palm is mind-altering.
“It’s okay, baby.” My pulse kicks up. “Theo and I talked about it. He’s clear, tested, you don’t have anything to worry about there.”
She tightens around me, a grip that makes my knot throb in anticipation of how my girl is gonna feel when I’m deep inside.
With a quick swipe of her tongue over her bottom lip, Wren absolutely slaughters me with a look of pure need. “Then why are we still talking, big guy?”