Chapter 22 Kady #2
My mouth opens and closes, not knowing what to say. “I-I didn’t know.”
When I saw a photograph of Calder’s family when we first met, I thought they looked familiar. Now it makes sense. I’ve probably seen them in a paper at some point.
“I’ll save you the trouble of searching yourself.
” Calder folds his arms over his chest. “My mom is an omega. She was promised to another pack when she ran away to bond with my dads, her scent matches. After that, her family disowned her. They all struggled to get a job and were basically shunned by everyone they used to know. This was all before the Omega Rights Act when omegas were pretty much sold and traded in high society circles for business purposes.” He sighs wistfully.
“She only recently reconnected with her siblings, but so much time was lost.”
“That must have been so hard.” I can easily imagine how difficult that would’ve been. “For all of them. Your mom sounds so brave.”
I relate to Calder’s mom. The expectations, the pressure. The Omega Rights Act provides me with more legal protection, but some people—my father included—are still stuck in the past.
“She is, but it hasn’t been easy.” Calder runs a hand through his beachy, short waves.
In this light, his light brown hair takes on a golden hue.
“They all believe that true love conquers everything, but some of what happened.” He shakes his head.
“The rumors, the way the media cast my dads as predatory villains, people even called them bite-jackers.” His jaw clenches.
“I lost count of how many times I heard Mom crying herself to sleep over it.”
“I’m so sorry, Calder.” I reach out to touch his bicep, then quickly yank back my hand. I’m sure my comfort is the last thing he wants. “I know how cruel the media can be, mainly because my father often has us at the center of it.”
“That’s why I want to be a reporter.” He straightens his posture. “I don’t want to write biased pieces, dragging the names and reputations of innocent people through the mud. I write to expose the truth. No lies. No bullshit. Just facts.”
“So that’s why you were so angry when you learned that I lied about my name to your pack?”
He sighs, looking out the window and scrubbing his hand over his face. “I understand why you did it.”
“But you don’t trust me.”
“I want to.” He peers over at me, his words and the look in his eyes causing my heart to skip a beat.
“You do?” I know I shouldn’t care, but I do. Why does winning Calder’s trust suddenly feel so important?
“Tell me a secret, Kady.” The atmosphere thickens, like I’m starting some kind of test. “Something about you no one else knows.”
“Is this supposed to be some kind of new work training?” He’s my boss. So his question isn’t inappropriate, right?
He steps closer, eyes shining as his zesty lemon scent engulfs me. The tingling blooming between my thighs feels anything but professional.
“Humor me.”
I swallow hard, tearing my eyes away from how his shirt stretches over his pecs before taking the leap. “I guess I’m not very good at art. I can’t draw.”
“That’s the best you have?” The temperature in the room seems to spike when he steps even closer. “You can do better than that.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” I force myself not to stare at his lips, only inches between us now. So close that my omega instincts are rattling their cage, making me forget that I’m at work and wanting to burrow into his shirt to breathe him in.
“Tell me how you feel about my pack.” Calder’s voice is huskier than usual. “How you really feel.”
I feel like I’m under a microscope from the way he looks at me.
How do I describe how being in their presence makes my stomach all fluttery?
How their scents—especially when combined—cause me to feel things that I haven’t before?
That sleeping with Ezra and Hale was unlike any of my previous rendezvous with other alphas, and that I don’t want to go through another heat without them?
And how the whole thing is so damn infuriating because I never wanted to find a pack.
I roll my shoulders, taking a few seconds to collect my thoughts. “I mean, I like you all.”
That sounds okay, doesn’t it?
He smirks. “You like us?”
“You’ve helped me out more than once,” I add. “All of you have.”
His gaze probes me. “You know that’s not what I’m asking Kady.”
I can barely hear him over the blood pounding against my eardrums.
“What do you want me to say, Calder?” My words come out in a choked burst as he steps closer again.
When he places a muscled arm on either side of my hips, boxing me in against the desk, my heart hitches, craving the feeling of his skin on mine.
“I want you to tell me the truth.” His whisper has my toes curling in delight. “How do you really feel about us?”
He gently takes a strand of my hair between two fingers, stroking it delicately before tucking it behind my ear. As he pulls away, his hand brushes against my cheek, and my knees go weak. His fingers against my skin make me want to purr, but I don’t react, quashing my instincts.
“I feel…” Looking up into his face, I grind my molars to stop words I may regret from tumbling out my mouth—the admission of what I think our connection may mean.
Since I met them, I’ve been living in denial, ignoring what my body is telling me.
However, if I voice my theory out loud, it’s like I’m willing it into existence.
Scent match.
Chills rushed through me as Calder’s warm lips find my neck, his mouth gliding over my skin until it rests over my scent glands. I perfume, unable to stop it, my entire body vibrating as he licks across my sensitive point.
“Tell me.” He slowly slides a hand under my skirt.
With his citrus and driftwood scent blanketing me, I feel dizzy, unencumbered. Free.
“I…”
His hand glides higher, tickling my inner thigh as it continues upwards, then I push my hips into him as his finger strokes the wet patch drenching my thin panties.
“So much slick,” he hums. “Are you going to tell me the truth now, or am I going to have to coax it out of you?”
My knees tremble, backed against the desk as I jut my hips into him more forcefully. “Is this how you usually coax the truth out of your sources?”
I gasp as he hooks a finger beneath my underwear and strokes my pussy. His thick finger skates between my folds, massaging my wetness before nudging a finger inside me. A strangled moan escapes my lips as I fight to remain composed.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to touch you, from the moment we met.
” Calder adds a second finger. “Having you here at my mercy.” He thrusts his fingers in and out of me with slippery ease, before he slides out to rub my clit.
The amazing friction has me gushing. “Let’s hope no one else comes into the office. ”
I whimper as he continues to fingerfuck me. Spreading my legs wider, I grip the desk for extra support, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to ground me and stop me from falling.
“Come for me, Kady,” Calder commands. “Hard and fast. All over my fingers. Drench me in your slick.”
His words make me tremble as his fingers fuck me with such vigor that a warmth burgeons in my core. My eyelids flutter closed as my body succumbs to the pleasure.
“Calder,” I whine. “We shouldn’t.”
I didn’t know what to expect my first day back at the office, but it definitely wasn’t having my boss’s fingers buried inside me.
“No.” His strokes become more aggressive. Demanding that I come undone. “We shouldn’t, but you’re still going to come for me.”
I grind against his hand, the flat of his palm massaging my clit and making me see stars before my orgasm hits.
My pussy clenches down on his fingers, hugging them as slick flows from me.
Calder growls when my perfume fills the room—my scent blockers are clearly no match for my level of arousal.
His free hand jumps to my throat, applying gentle pressure as I come over his hand.
“That’s it, Kady.” Calder licks his lips. “Drown me.” The office echoes with our heavy breaths and the wet sound of his slick-coated fingers fucking me.
With a triumphant grin, Calder withdraws from my soaking panties.
My pussy twitches as I watch him bring his fingers to his mouth, taking his time to lick them clean.
I have to force myself to not grind against the desk as he groans in pleasure, his tongue trailing up and down them at a torturously slow pace.
My eyes stray to the massive tent in his pants. Fuck, watching him getting off from the taste of my slick has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. After what feels like forever, the sound of an opening door from the floor below jerks us back to reality.
I straighten, hastily yanking down my skirt before dashing to my purse to grab my emergency scent-neutralizer spray.
“What are you—” Calder’s sentence is cut off as he starts spluttering in response to my liberal misting around the room.
“Someone’s coming!” I hiss, spraying like a crazy woman.
He coughs as I douse the room in a smog of pine-scented freshness. I don’t know if it’ll completely cover the scent, but it should mask it enough.
Fuck, how many rules have we broken by doing this? This is the second time I’ve engaged in sexual activity on campus property with a member of the Valen Pack. I should have learned my lesson by now.
Seconds later, a loud banging sounds on The Valley Voice office door. Calder ambles over to get it.
He’s practically pushed aside as a burst of red waltzes in like a streak of flames.
“Sabs?” I’m incredulous. I didn’t think she even knew where The Valley Voice office was. “What’re you doing here? How did you even get in?”
She pauses for a second to catch her breath, still wearing her tight black shorts and crop top from volleyball practice.