Chapter 47 #2
“Oh my god. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see the way she smothers her face in her hands.
“Indulge me.” My throat thickens with desire and need. “Since you’ve left me suffering so cruelly this whole drive.”
“It’s embarrassing,” she moans with mortification.
“Oh, so you’re telling me you don’t want me for my body after all?” I tease. “Here I was thinking I’d been putting in enough work in the gym to finally satisfy Coach, and now you’re gonna tell me I’m not doing enough to satisfy my Omega?”
I’m only playing with her, but that flips a switch in Wren. She drops her hands and twists in her seat, hitting me with lust-blown pupils.
“You gotta be kidding me.” She licks her lips, eyes roaming all over my face, before dropping appreciatively down my body, then back up to watch my side profile.
“Going around wearing these sexy little shorts that I can’t stop staring at.
Shorts that mold perfectly to your ass. Do you know how toned your glutes are?
Do you have any idea what it’s like to see that butt, those hamstrings, the fact that fabric barely contains your quads?
At any given moment, I swear your shorts are bulging at the seams, threatening to split.
Which I would personally be in favor of, by the way. ”
Wren is telling me all this, looking almost like she’s in a daze. It makes something flicker in the background of my mind. I just need to keep her talking and get her to Theo’s house. It’ll be fine.
“You like my shorts?” I arch an eyebrow, feeling my chest puff up. The situation in said shorts is already dire.
“Mmmhm.” Slowly biting her lip, she allows her finger to wander down the length of my arm… tracing my bicep, the crook of my elbow, down my forearm, to the cuff of my hoodie sleeve.
“Ahhh, so you do love watching me run around the pitch during a game. I knew it.”
Wren grows bolder, dropping her hand down to my knee. I’m damn near vibrating from head to toe.
“What I love the most, big guy? When someone grabs you, like this…”
Fuck fuck fuck. Wren decides to play with fire and fucking demonstrates her point by grabbing the hem of my shorts, and she might be tiny, but hell does she do an excellent job of fisting the material so that they ride up.
This girl has watched enough rugby to know how to do it, exactly like the way it would happen in a game.
My heart pounds, and my cock continues to plump up.
Now her hand is tugging on my shorts, and it’s messing with my mind, because I’m scenting all her thick waves of peach.
I’m seeing her hand on my shorts, but also imagining Ace’s hands on my thigh.
I’m imagining that it’s him during training, or driving me forward in a ruck, and it’s his strong hands that are gripping my hips for purchase.
Oh, fuck. I’m imagining her tiny fingers wrapped around my dick, while Ace bands his strong arms across my stomach in order to steady himself. He’s hot and heavy at my back, dragging me close, while Wren is splayed out beneath me, whimpering.
Fuck me. Can an Alpha go into heat? Because whatever this is, my imagination has gone and plunged into the depths of depravity.
“You’re not saying anything,” she whispers. The tiniest amount of hesitation is present in her tone.
Before she can pull her hand away, I cover it with my own, trapping her. “The only reason I’m quiet is because I have to concentrate on driving. If I want to do all the things I very much intend on doing to you, Bambi, I need to make sure we don’t crash.”
That seems to satisfy her. She hums and strokes my thigh, brushing over my skin with the softest graze of her fingertips. All of which have a line racing through my groin. “Jesus Christ. You might as well be tugging on my dick.” A pained groan works out of me.
“Want me to?”
Another desperate noise is all I can offer. I squeeze her fingers, telling her to stay right where she is. This girl is trying to murder me. Or get me murdered by Theo. Either way, this little game is gonna result in the untimely death of Connor Renfro.
The wickedest glimmer of temptation sparkles in her sapphire eyes. “Would my mouth be better?” Wren asks in a silky tone, leaning across the center console.
Yes! My aching cock and pulsing knot scream in unison.
“Annnnd… we’re here, Bambi. Time to move.” I’ve never parked faster. The vehicle skids to a halt, and I’m unbuckled, jogging around to her side, dragging her from the passenger seat in record time.
“You won’t let me suck your dick?” Wren pouts when I scoop her up.
“Why? Am I not good at it? Do I suck at giving head? Or wait… do I suck at being able to suck? Am I a terrible sucker?” The whole pushing out her bottom lip routine is enticing, but also a great indicator that Wren isn’t herself at the moment.
“Trust me, beautiful. Your mouth alone can bring a man to his knees.” I tuck her against my neck, and yep, there it is. She openly starts nuzzling at my throat, inhaling deeply while writhing against me.
Wren’s little body feels like her thermostat is broken. She’s a raging inferno.
I carry her inside as she dramatically and loudly huffs my scent, barely managing to kick the front door closed behind me before I start calling out for Theo. “Brennan. Pop quiz… can you tell me what happens to the rules about cuddles only being on the table and sex being passed up… unless…”
Theo’s stern gaze collides with mine from across the kitchen. He takes one look at the Omega grinding against me and works down a swallow while nodding slowly, taking a moment to wipe his hands on a tea towel before speaking.
“I think you can take it as a blanket free pass that if our Omega is having a spike or goes into heat, the rule book gets ripped up.” We meet somewhere in the middle of the room.
“Is she alright?” He rubs his jaw, voice dipping low, filled with a mix of apprehension and concern, and at the same time, has that steely look in his eye.
No question about it, he’ll do whatever is required to take care of our girl.
Wren hums and nods vehemently. “Better than alright.”
That makes the lines creasing his forehead ease ever so slightly. “Do you need your nest?”
This time, her head pops up. “No. This isn’t…” The pink flush on her face has visibly deepened since she was watching me from the passenger’s seat. She shakes her head, intent on telling us just how fine she is.
“Are you sure?” Theo brushes over the apple of her cheek, and she shivers with a little whimper of need.
“I’m sure.” She swallows, hesitates for just a moment, then latches onto his shirt front. While clinging to my neck with one hand, she fiercely grabs hold of Theo with the other and pulls him hard against her mouth.
Well, shit.
I get a front row viewing for the two of them devouring each other, and if I wasn’t already spun out, with my knot absolutely fucking throbbing, now I’m leaking freely inside my boxer briefs.
I’ll be the first to admit, Theo Brennan is a god, and he’s fucking hot.
I might not be attracted to him sexually, but I have eyes.
They pull apart, a line of spit clinging to Wren’s plump mouth, which Theo brings his thumb up to brush across. As he does so, he catches the swell of her bottom lip and drags it slowly under his touch.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
And our perfect girl just continues to prove how incredible she is when she doesn’t miss a beat with her reply.
“I need you both inside me. Right now.”