Chapter 51 She Begs
She Begs
Aurora
Ididn’t like the room, so he got me a different one. I wanted to look over the river and not the mountains. I wanted a bathtub, because I wanted to lie in it together.
I check to make sure it has everything we need. Locke puts the two water bottles on the desk, my favorite brand. Not the ones the hotel stocks.
When I’m satisfied with the room, I remove my shoes and toss them into a corner. Locke comes up close behind me.
“Your scent. It pops and fizzes across my skin. That lime smell spritzes.”
I shudder at his words.
He runs a hand up my spine, barely touching me, until he reaches the strap on my dress. He slides the strap down my arm and exposes my bond mark on my shoulder blade.
My body is buzzing.
He runs his nose down my neck, smelling me along the way.
It makes my head feel all fuzzy. He pulls me into him and bends forward with his body, just like he did when he first marked me.
My hair fans out, and he takes a second to gather it all to one side.
Mark-tending is a lot more sensual than I ever imagined.
It conjures up the image of when we were bonded, and while that moment could be painful and difficult, it’s not those parts I remember.
I remember the feeling that he would always care for me.
His tongue feels over the mark, making sure it’s healing correctly. It settles some of the worry he had buzzing around him.
We haven’t had sex yet, and the bond is demanding that as payment.
Not all bonds are sealed with sex.
But with an alpha and omega, things get murkier. And I can feel how much he wants me. The omega in me is responding to that desire.
Locke’s rock-hard cock presses into my backside.
“Locke,” I moan. He licks the mark again, and I shiver.
I can feel how much this fulfills his fantasies, having an omega to cherish and love.
Locke Soto likes me.
He kisses my face and then down my neck.
I’m purring. I’m actually purring. The girls at the O’Bannon pack house pretend to purr for men.
They made a sweet trilling noise that I kind of enjoyed myself as well when they’d do it across my skin.
This is something else. This is the language of my inner omega.
Even before I knew her, I knew I wanted Locke.
All those years I wrote our names in little hearts across my library books…
It’s kind of funny how I used to think we were destined because of our shared last name or our birthday, and we still ended with the same last name—and we got to spend our last birthday together.
So, maybe I’m not so fucking wrong. His hand splays across my stomach, and the heat of him penetrates through my clothes.
Was it really so wrong of me to want this man? He’s so strong and all-encompassing holding me, and I feel so pretty in his arms. He was the fool for not seeing it sooner.
Foolish, pretty Locke.
I’m going to suck his cock.
I twist in Locke’s sure arms until I’m facing him. I hold his face between my hands, and we just stare at each other.
There’s nothing to stop me now from having him.
Mine.
I continue to look into his eyes, and our scents mingle. His salty sea air and my lime scent.
I sigh and remind myself he’s mine, but he’s also hers. And his. And that’s ok. Locke and I joined Pack Soto. We are all in this together now.
“What’re you thinking about?”
“How we still have the same last name.”
He smiles, and I bask in its light.
“We do. I’m going to be so good to you, Ro Soto.”
I think that’s the first time I’ve heard my new name spoken out loud. It’s surprisingly lovely. Even though it does sound a little like risotto. Perhaps in hair school, I’ll go by Aurora Soto.
“Do you love me?”
He touches my face and brings us in for a kiss. A kiss with a message attached. When he’s done, I still wait for my answer.
“I love you. So much. I love you so much. I love you in our pack. I love you with Cadi.”
“I love Cadi.”
“I can tell.”
“Are you going to knot me now?”
He lifts me up and crashes us both onto the bed. I scream, and he laughs. Oh, this mother fucker. I reach over and tickle his sides, and he kicks and trashes, wheezing and laughing to get away. But before he does, he turns on me to tickle me.
Our tickling turns into wrestling and then turns into torrid making out. He manages to extract me from my dress and remove his pants. His tongue is down my throat, and my hands touch him freely.
He’s mine now. This is no longer a fantasy of mine that I’m playing out while touching myself late at night. He’s a genuine creature. A corporeal alpha. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
His fingers glide across my slick entrance between my legs and then enter me swiftly. He fucks me good with two of his fingers. He also props me up in his lap so my tits are in his face and he’s got one in his mouth.
“Go down on me, please.”
“Please? Oh no, Ro is begging. That’s not good. She should never have to beg.” Locke, the cheeky bastard, lays me down, pulls my thong to the side, and dives into my pussy like a man starved.
I wanted him to do this more than anything.
I knew he’d be good at it, too. I’m dripping down onto the mattress. I’m so turned on. He’s making me cry out his name. He knows how to stimulate me. How to add all that delicious friction. I let go, and he leads me right over the edge of my first orgasm for the night.
“Oh my god, Locke. Oh my god. What the fuck…” he pulls my knees up, takes off my panties, and holds them in his mouth while he lines his cock with my pussy. I wrap my legs around him and pull him into me as he pushes his cock inside.
“Fuck, Ro, you’re so fucking tight. My god. Your pussy…”
I laugh and take the panties from his teeth and toss them off the bed.
“I’m such a freak for you,” he growls and then rams into me.
His lips crash onto mine, and I moan into his mouth while we make out and he fucks my pussy so damned good.
I’m levitating off the mattress. His arms hold me, and he pumps his cock into me.
It feels like fucking. It feels like he wants me to be fucked.
It feels so damned good to fuck like this outside of my heat.
“You’re going to ruin me. You’re the end of me, Aurora. Your pussy is a goddamned dream. I’m never letting you go.”
Good. I want him to be obsessed with me. I want him to feel what I felt all those years. I was hung up. I’m going to make him addicted to me.
“I want your knot!” I scream as he continues to fuck me. He speeds up, fucking me into the headboard. I love seeing how worked up he is. Everything is exciting and amped up.
He holds my hips close to his and stops everything.
“Fuck!” he shouts while his body shakes. His forehead touches my spine. “Fuck.”
“Relax, little omega. Relax so you can take my knot.”
Suddenly, everything becomes so full. It feels like every part of me is being filled up. I’m screaming or crying. Probably both. Locke lays little kisses over my back, but he’s not done. One final pump and he’s in. My head swims. The omega in me is off like a firework.
No one told me it would feel like this.
Locke pulls me up and sits me back.
I feel so alive.
“I’m getting sleepy…” he says.
“What? No. I’m not.”
He moves us to our sides lying down, and wraps his limbs around me.
“I get sleepy when I knot.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be the sleepy one? I’m the omega!” I wiggle, and he groans. “I want more!”
“Then take it, sweetheart. But I will be asleep. Which is kind of kinky. You have my permission. But I’m…” his voice is so far away and groggy. His head falls limp beside mine.
“What the fuck!”
This unexpected situation doesn’t erase my smile at how good I feel. This fucking alpha. I wonder if Oscar has more stamina. Or…Kol.
I’ve had a funny idea for Kol. If he’s down.
I test out Locke’s cock inside me. I could probably get myself off again if I really wanted…maybe next time I’ll have him knot me the other way. So I can just ride him to my next orgasm…I could probably try from this angle.
I prop up some pillows.
It doesn’t take long.
Some strategic humping, the feel of his hot body behind me, his limbs encasing me—I get myself to come. Oh fuck me, this is good. It’s electrical.
He moans and breathes heavily in my ear, which is delicious. I sigh and decide I could use one more orgasm…