Chapter 21
Twenty-One
KAI
We’re nearly to the helicopter. My grip on the wheel is so tight, my knuckles ache. Daria has been making conversation, but I’d have to be an idiot to miss the need rolling off her in delicious, richly scented lavender waves.
My omega is needy.
I side-eye her, and she chews on her cheek, discreetly pressing her thighs together.
Nope. Don’t like that.
Without thinking, I cut across the open lanes and take the first exit, parking in the lot of some hotel.
“Um,” Daria says with a laugh. “It’s a little early for a room, don’t you think?” Her voice is breathy, and I bet if I got us one, she’d be more than happy. But I can’t rut her on the first date.
I mean, I could, but mostly, I want to get to know her. Something I can’t do with her desire invading my every sense. Placing my hand on her seat, I unbuckle myself and turn to face her. “We’re not getting a room.”
Her face falls.
“But I am going to take care of you, so we can go and have dinner like I planned.” I run my fingers over her knee. “Will you let me take care of you?”
She swallows and nods, almost timidly. Someday, we’ll talk about why she’s so nervous about her body’s desires, but for now, I grip her knee and wrench it away from the other one, spreading her legs. My palm glides over the fabric of her jeans.
Daria’s breathing is shallow, her chest heaving as my hand cups her cunt.
I groan. “Fuck, babe. You’re so wet, you’ve made a mess of yourself.”
“Good thing the material is dark, and no one can tell.”
Lifting my gaze to meet hers, I grind the heel of my palm down and watch as her mouth parts. “I don’t need to see it to know your pretty little clit is begging for my attention. Your scent let me know that.” I lean across the center console and run my nose over her throat, breathing her in.
She shudders and presses into the heel of my hand.
For a second, I consider getting a room, but I know better. I’m so hard, and with her scent this rich, if I had her in a room with a bed, we’d never leave.
I withdraw my hand from between her legs to pull my seat back, smirking at the little sound of protest that tumbles out of her. The seat reclines enough to give her plenty of room to climb into my lap, which she does without needing to be asked.
My lips tugging into a smile, I grab her hips, helping her settle against my throbbing cock.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers.
Flicking her pants open, I yank them halfway down her ass, exposing a lacy thong that’s soaked with her slick. As the musk that’s been driving me wild slams into me, I curse, looking her dead in the eye.
“You have no idea how much I want to knot you.”
She rocks over my length. “So, why don’t you?”
I shake my head. “We have plans.” Tugging her thong aside, I run my thumb through her heat, finding her clit in a matter of seconds.
“We can go to dinner after,” she suggests.
With that permission, I waver. She’s offering me everything. I could take it like a greedy fuck, but I want this to be about more than sex and knots. I want her to know I’m not using her to get off. I don’t want there to be any doubt about my intentions.
“Daria,” I purr, moving my hand so I can push two fingers inside of her.
She hisses.
“As much as I want to knot you”—I find her G-spot and stroke it—“I want you to enjoy our date. The only reason I pulled over was because you were clearly needy, and I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you wanting.”
“But what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me,” I tell her, pressing on her clit and G-spot at the same time.
She moans, hands falling to my chest as she leans forward. Those soft curls brush over my skin, and she rocks back into my hand.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need,” I whisper in her ear before dropping my mouth to her exposed neck, kissing and biting the delicate flesh. Slick soaks my palm, and her walls clamp around my fingers hungrily, like she wants more. As I add a third finger, her pleased sigh tells me that’s exactly what she craved.
Gliding my other hand up from her hips, I pinch her nipple through the thin material of her shirt. She arches into the touch and settles those full tits right in front of me. My mouth is on her cleavage in an instant, and I bite and lick and kiss her skin as I work my thumb over her clit faster and faster.
Daria pants above me. Every time she rocks her body back and forth, she pushes her boobs into my face. I shamelessly bury my face between them, letting the soft skin press against me as I gaze up at her.
Her head is thrown back, and her full lips are wet and parted, her movements growing frantic with every swipe of my thumb. Her pussy clamps around my fingers, pulsing and ready.
She only needs a little push.
Shoving her shirt and bra out of the way, I free one tit and seal my mouth over her nipple in the next instant, rolling my tongue over it before sucking hard on the pebbled skin.
“Fuck, Kai,” she gasps. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
A purr rumbling in my chest, I press against her G-spot again, teasing my fingers over it harder and harder as my thumb rolls over her clit. Her body tightens, every muscle tensing, and I press down hard on her clit, roughly working it until she shatters above me. Her sharp cry fills the car. Digging her nails into my shirt, she bucks into my hand and pants as I lave my tongue along her nipple, humming in approval when she melts against me.
My hand is pinned between our bodies, but I don’t care. Not when she’s still loosing those sounds that make my cock pulse and jerk in my pants.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around me as I languidly tug her nipple into my mouth again, sucking hard before pulling away from her skin with a delicious pop.
“You’re holding me hostage.” I wiggle my fingers inside of her, and she moans, lifting her hips to give me space. Slipping them out of her, I immediately bring them to my mouth, desperate to know her taste. As the salty-sweet taste of her cum and slick hits my tongue, I groan in approval.
At this point, I’m only torturing myself.
“Kai,” she whispers. “You have no idea how hot that is.”
I hold her eyes and slowly glide my fingers out of my mouth, but before I can ask her if she wants a taste, she pounces, lips crashing into mine. Grabbing her ass, I rock her over my hardened length and fervently kiss her, letting her know, with every rough stroke of my tongue, how desperate I am to be inside of her. Pulling her bottom lip between my teeth, I gently bite down, and she grinds against me.
Maybe she needs to come again. Or maybe I want my name tumbling from her lips as she falls apart. Either way, I use the firm grip on her ass to encourage her to keep moving, to keep working herself against me until she starts to shake and tremble and whimper.
She breaks away from the kiss, collapsing against my chest and burying her face in the crook of my neck, her body still writhing against mine. Air tickles over my throat as she breathes in my scent.
“Bergamot,” she murmurs, humming in approval.
Stroking my thumbs over the little scrap of material that glides between her full ass cheeks, I move her over my length again before wrapping the top of the lacy material around my thumb, pulling the thong taut.
She releases a choked sound. “Oh, fuck, it’s right on my clit,” she mumbles against my neck.
“Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head. “No, it’s soaked with my slick.”
“You’re so wet, aren’t you, baby?” I wrap the material around my thumb once more, the material pulling so tight, it might break.
“Yes,” she pants in answer, grinding against me.
“Can you come for me again?”
“Yes!”
Digging my fingers into her flesh, I press my hips up, pinning her cunt against my cock as I force her up and down my length. She clings to me, shaking and moaning and writhing. “Give it to me, Daria,” I bark, and she gasps, her hips moving faster and faster, her omega body desperate to obey my command.
“Kai!” she cries my name.
Triumph swelling inside of me, I keep moving her over my cock until the orgasm passes, knowing if I stop too soon, I could ruin it for her. She moans against my neck, peppering it with kisses.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my skin.
I let go of her thong and squeeze her ass. “Was that enough?”
She giggles against my skin, and that sound hits my chest hard. “Were two orgasms enough? Yeah, I think I’m good.”
Smiling, I smooth my palms over her ass one last time before reluctantly pulling her jeans back into place. She eases away from my chest, one of her hands pressed between my pecs as she sits. When her ass slots over my cock, I swallow a groan.
Fuck, she feels so good, and she’s not even naked.
I fix her thong and re-button her jeans before leaning forward and sucking her tit into my mouth one last time. Her arms wrap around me, a pleased hum slipping out of her.
While I could stay here all night, giving her as many orgasms as she needs, I want to take her on a date. Now that she’s not desperate to come, I can focus on getting to know her, so as much as it pains me, I release her nipple and fix her bra and shirt, gazing up at her as I put her back together.
Her eyes rove over my face, the smile on her face almost lazy, satiated. Pleased. Fulfilled.
For now, at least.
Smirking, I pull her lips to mine and kiss her. “Get back in your seat, Daria.”
“Yes, sir,” she purrs before slipping off me and crawling to her side of the car.
That nickname does something funny to my insides, and my cock jerks hard in my pants. Yeah, one of these days, I’d like to have her down on her knees, crawling toward me as she calls me sir .
But for now, the scent of her pleasure on my hands is enough.
The look on Daria’s face when I open her door and reveal the helicopter waiting for us makes my chest swell with pride. I don’t think she truly believed me when I told her what I had planned for our date. The sky is clear, and the sunset will be pretty but not nearly as beautiful as her. Her shimmering hazel eyes lean more green tonight, and her lips are swollen from our kisses, a shade of red no lipstick could ever match. Daria takes my hand. Though I expect her to ignore me and continue staring, she meets my gaze as she stands.
We’re so close, we could almost touch, but I only allow myself to hold her hand, because I have a feeling that once I start touching her again, I won’t be able to stop.
She tries to be discreet as she breathes in my scent, but there’s no missing the way her cheeks flush. “Good thing I’m not afraid of heights,” she whispers in awe.
Keeping her hand in mine, I pull her toward our ride. “Have you ever ridden in a helicopter?”
She gives me a look. “Do I look like I’ve been in one?”
Stopping beside the open door, I nod at the pilot before facing Daria. “What do you mean by that?”
“You saw where I live,” she says softly, eyes bouncing between mine. “I’m not the type of omega that belongs in a helicopter.”
How can she say that?
Unable to resist, I cup her face and tip it back, rubbing my thumbs over her cheeks as I look her dead in the eyes and say, “You look like you belong wherever I put you.”
Her tongue dashes out to wet her lips, and I lower one thumb to her bottom lip, sweeping over the plush skin and stealing the moisture all for myself.
She gazes up at me through her eyelashes. “And where do you want to put me?”
The question goes straight to my cock, which is already hard from watching her come. “So many places, but for starters, I’m taking you on a tour before dinner.” The thin jacket she’s wearing won’t be warm enough for the ride. I grab one of the fleeces sitting on the seat and place it around her shoulders, smiling as she immediately slides her arms into it and lifts the collar to her nose.
“It smells like you.”
“That’s because it’s mine.” I pull on my own and grab her hips, hoisting her up. Her hands fall on my shoulders. As intended, those full tits nearly smash against my face as I help her into the helicopter. A better alpha would let her go without brushing his palms over her thighs. I’m not that alpha.
She bites her bottom lip as I climb in, placing my hands on either side of her head once I’m inside and gazing down at her. From this angle, I can see straight down her shirt, and fuck me if I don’t like what I see.
“Kai?”
Diving in, I steal a quick kiss, parting her lips with my tongue and stroking hers until she whimpers into my mouth. She tastes sweet, addictive, and like I might say screw it and send the pilot home, so I can knot her right here and now.
Determined to give her the perfect date, I break away from the kiss and drop into the seat beside her. I shouldn’t have tasted her come, because my cock is painfully hard at the thought of burying my face between those pretty thighs and making her come directly on my tongue.
I glance at her. Her eyes are set on me, wide with surprise. I adjust myself and smirk as her gaze goes right where I want it.
The pilot raps his knuckles on the side of the cockpit as the blades slowly start to spin, creating a loud whir outside. The helicopter is still preparing for lift off, so it’ll only be another minute or so before we’re taking off. I grudgingly pull the door closed and grab our headsets while she buckles herself in.
Daria’s fingers brush over mine when I hand hers over, and as soon as I have my headset and seat belt on, my hand finds its way around her shoulders. She stiffens for a millisecond before breathing out and snuggling closer.
I try not to think about whatever asshole made her so timid and focus on the here and now as we lift into the sky. Her breasts bounce as we go over a rough bout of wind. Fuck me. I avert my gaze and study the skyline.
“We’ll tour for about thirty minutes before I escort you all to dinner.” The pilot’s voice comes through. “The headset allows me to transmit messages to you all, but I can’t hear your private discussions unless you hit that yellow button where the headsets were sitting.”
I don’t bother thanking him, since he can’t hear me. As he gives a little more information about the tour of the Virginia Beach coast, all I can focus on is the soft press of Daria’s body against mine. She shivers when I run my finger down her arm.
“Cold?” I ask her through the headset.
“A little,” she admits.
Leaning forward, I strip my jacket off and drape it over her lap.
“What about you?”
“I’m okay.” It’s a little cold, but I don’t want her to suffer because I didn’t think to bring a blanket. “How long have you lived in Norfolk?”
“My whole life,” she answers, gazing out of the window as we approach the ocean. “You?”
“I was born in Texas, but we moved around a lot because of my dad. After he passed, we never moved again.”
“Oh. How old was he when he died?”
I’m glad she didn’t say sorry or another basic platitude. “Thirty-three.” It’s still a mind fuck when I realize I’m older than he was when he died. “He was a good man. Strict, but he made it to every sporting event or dance recital. He played with us. Read books. Helped my mom around the house.”
There are probably rules against telling this level of truth on a first date. It’s probably not very romantic, but I want her to know about me. I want her to understand who I am and what makes me, me. Losing my dad was a big part of that.
“Sounds like he was a good dad.”
I nod, and the pilot coming through to tell us about the coast gives me a moment to gather my thoughts. “I don’t think he would’ve approved of the helicopter ride,” I tell Daria once the pilot is done. “But I decided a long time ago I wasn’t going to be afraid to live, because life can end before you’re ready for it.”
“Which is why you and the guys went skydiving?”
“Exactly.” Smoothing my palm over her arm, I turn the conversation to less depressing topics. “What made you want to do marketing?”
“I know it’s not the best career choice,” she begins, like she expects me to judge her for it. “Full truth? I watched Mad Men , and while I had a love-hate relationship with Don Draper, the whole process of creating a campaign fascinated me. I’ve always been good with art. I also have a knack for picking up vibes. Thanks for the trauma, Mom.” She sing-songs the last part.
I laugh. “At least it made you funny.”
She snorts. “Funny and anxious. So, tell me about you guys? When did you bond?”
“Well, that’s a story . . .”