Chapter 41 #2
“Oh… right…” Her eyelashes flutter heavily as I straighten up and take a long look at her.
The perfect shade of pink sits high on her cheekbones, and my hand looks really fucking good settled against her delicate pulse point.
With how thick the cloud of peach and jasmine is in the air, I’d say Wren feels the same way.
“The bath.” She licks her lips, eyes dropping down to the evidence pressed hard against the front of my jeans.
A deep, gritty noise bursts out of me. “Look at my cock like that, I’m gonna get the wrong idea.”
“Or maybe the right one.” Her teeth catch that bottom lip where my mouth had just been. “It’ll be lonely in there by myself.”
Jesus. The way that makes my entire body light up. “Only if you’re sure, my birdie girl?” I reluctantly let go of her to turn the tap off. Steam rises and fills the bathroom, the mirror behind Wren has fully fogged up while I’ve been busy getting lost in kissing her like it’s my last breath.
This time, it’s my girl who appears beside me at the freestanding bath. I’ve never had a woman here at this house before, and it’s feeling like an out-of-body experience to turn around and find my scent match right here, the prettiest girl on the entire planet.
“It’s not too strange for you?” That hint of worry is right there again in her voice. “All of this? It’s been dumped on you unexpectedly. And I’d understand if you can’t get past… certain things.”
Like my jerk of a son.
Letting my palms skate over her upper arms, I suck in a deep inhale through my nose and drop my mouth to follow the slope of her collarbone.
“Whatever you need from me. It’s all yours, baby.
” My lips brush over the strap of her bra, and I pinch it between my teeth, dragging the little pink strap off one shoulder.
A flurry of goosebumps shudders across her smooth skin.
“You decide if things are feeling too strange or uncomfortable. I’ll respect that.
But if it’s me and my mind you’re worried about…
” I repeat the same process on the other side, making sure to place soft kisses along the hollow of her clavicle.
“My idiot son did me a favor. All I’m thinking is that I’m the lucky son of a bitch who gets to take care of you properly. ”
“You’re smooth, huh?” Wren exhales shakily. A fresh wave of peach hits me as she perfumes.
That has a curve immediately forming on my lips, hidden while pressed firmly against her satiny skin.
“You must bring out something special.” I give myself permission to suck on her pulse point for just a moment; it’s a tiny hint of what I’d truly love to give her—to mark and bond and sink my teeth into that delicate flesh—before I draw back and hold her eyes.
“I need you to know… this… this isn’t something I do…
regularly. Well, that’s a lie… ever actually.
” My throat works to swallow the discomfort of admitting something that could be a giant red flag for her.
How do I explain it? That I’ve been alone for a really fucking long time, throwing myself into the team, burying myself in work, while ignoring that my house is a goddamn echoing empty cavern.
Wren gives me a shy smile. Quietly digesting the meaning behind what I’m very inelegantly trying to confess without freaking her out.
Eventually, she tilts her head to one side, gaze drifting softly over my face before meeting my eyes once again.
“Even more reason for a little company in that bath, then?”
I blow out a breath and nudge our noses together. “A first time for everything.”
The intensity of peach swirls around us, proving how pleased that makes my little Omega.
“Can I see?” She nibbles on her bottom lip, pulling at the hem of my top, as if she’s hesitant to yank at my clothes. I suppose it must be more than a little overwhelming, two Alphas pawing at her every time she turns around, and yet we haven’t had an opportunity for this level of intimacy before.
I have to work hard to shove any nagging thoughts about how experienced Wren is with men far from my mind. Perhaps we’re all gonna have to take a similar approach to this.
Fuck it.
My girl’s mouth parts as if she’s going to apologize for asking, and that hurries me the hell up.
Quick as a flash of lightning, I pop an extra couple of buttons on my shirt, then forego the rest. Reaching behind my head, I tug on the back of my collar and pull the whole thing off, tossing it to the floor.
Within a second, I’ve ditched my jeans and boxer briefs, leaving me completely naked and with no place to hide the extremely hard evidence of just how desperate I am for us both to get in that bath.
Wren makes a soft noise, blue eyes widening in something like appreciation and shock. “Wow,” she murmurs, gaze bouncing everywhere. “That’s… umm… you’re really… uhh…” Wren wets her lips. “Holy shit,” she whispers.
My dick jerks, enthusiastic at the discovery that my scent match devours the sight of my body so freely.
Considering she just had one of the top rugby superstars on the planet knot-deep inside her, the fact she’s squirming and outright staring with lust and desire at me, yeah, that feels fucking good.
The competitive edge I’ve been fueled by my entire career hasn’t disappeared, even after so many years out of the game. I’ll take that goddamn win.
“Here, let’s get in that water before it goes cold.” I chuckle and skate my hands up her sides, tracing those lush curves
Reaching around to unclasp her bra leaves my heart racing faster.
Sliding the fabric away to reveal her perfect breasts causes my knot to ache.
It takes every ounce of self-control to move down and lower myself to a crouch in order to strip away her leggings.
As soon as her hands hit my shoulders to steady herself while guiding her legs out of the fabric one by one, a wave of delicious peach layered with jasmine scent rolls over me. Having her bare and exposed to me is goddamn heaven right here in my bathroom.
“Is this… are you sure…” Wren’s fingers squeeze my shoulders tight in needless worry.
“You’re dripping with his cum, aren’t you?
” My voice dips low as I lean forward and take a deep inhale above her glistening cunt.
Lifting my eyes to hold hers, I stay right there, hovering above the place where her peach essence leaves me lightheaded, and it’s intertwined with the herbaceous, fresh scent of Renfro, too.
Wren nods. Blushing profusely.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I murmur darkly, allowing my palms to drag up the outside of her thighs.
“You don’t mind?”
“My Omega is happy, and her sweet little pussy is being taken care of? Of course, that makes me extremely content.” My blood turns molten. “But it doesn’t mean I won’t get jealous and need my own taste.”
She gasps when I lean forward and lick up her seam.
The moment my tongue drags through her slickness, it’s like fireworks exploding in my brain.
I can’t help the raw groan that reverberates around us, bouncing off the damp tiles.
If scenting her for the first time, knowing she’s my scent match, was the best moment in my life, then this is like I’ve just seen the universe.
Her taste is honey and ambrosia and pure soul-level connection with my own.
“Theo,” she gasps and trembles. I’ve hardly done more than lightly roam my tongue and lap at her slit, but she must feel the intensity of this connection, too.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” There’s no stopping my desperate groan. “You’re gonna be my addiction. I’m gonna need to taste you every morning and night.”
“I need you.” Her whimper tells me everything. My girl needs more than just my mouth right now.
As agonizing as it is not to simply feast on her, then knot the fuck out of her on repeat, I drag myself away from the temptation of shoving my tongue in her pussy, and instead scoop her against my front.
I’ll take my time exploring exactly how she likes to be devoured and what makes her shatter hardest on my tongue later.
“You need more than just the guy who’s the superstar?” I tease, feeling my chest puff up as her soft little body rubs against mine while guiding her backward. “Need more than he could give you, huh?”
“Please.” She tips her head back to hold my stare, all while panting and writhing against me as we reach the bath.
“I mean, you’re gonna have stars in your eyes for him… since he’s younger and fitter and all…” My smirk grows as she starts running her hands up my stomach and chest, seeming to get lost in tracing the dips and grooves with flexes of her tiny fingers.
I don’t think she’s hearing a word I’m saying. Her little pink tongue darts out to wet her lips, her gaze growing hooded as her nails lightly scrape across my pecs.
Yeah, I’m not as cut as I used to be, but I hit the team gym each morning.
That daily routine might turn into two sessions if it’s been a stressful fucking day.
I know that I keep in shape. Yet, there’s no point denying that it’s kinda nice to have her hands exploring and tentatively mapping.
To have her caressing all that evidence of the journey my body has been through over the years.
It slams into me at that moment, I’ve never really had this kind of tender, slow experience with anyone… not even when I was younger…
“You’re so strong.” Her breathing shallows.
“Stronger than Scotland?” I growl playfully.
Teasing her is more fun than I thought. Her pupils dilate, and goosebumps fly down her arms. I don’t actually need her to answer, it’s more that I love seeing her visibly react each time I mention her Alphas being strong.
She gasps and shivers beautifully as my leaking cock presses into her stomach.
“Please… please fuck me.” Her whimper is so damn needy.
“Want me to show you how it’s done?”
“You know I do, Alpha.”
Hearing that word, breathy and with a little rasp to it, sends a surge of pure need through my blood.