Chapter 32 #3
“Calder?” Kady squints at me. “Am I boring you?”
“Boring me?” I avoid shaking my head so as not to elicit any more swinging.
“Of course not.” As we climb higher, I make the mistake of peering over the edge.
Fuck, we’re only two carts high, and my head is already spinning.
“Did you hear that?” Every muscle in my body tenses up. “Was that a creaking noise?”
She frowns. “I didn’t hear anything.”
I try to focus on the sounds coming from the food stalls and the flashing lights below us which grow smaller and smaller.
“Don’t you love being so high?”
I barely move my lips. “Mm-hmm.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve gone pale.”
We’re getting closer to the top. Why do these things have to go so damn slow? I don’t like rollercoasters, but at least they’re over within seconds. This is just prolonging the torture. “I’m—” Below us, I hear a high-pitched squeal. “Shit! What happened? Did someone fall out?”
“You look a little pale.” Kady looks at me. “Are you okay, Calder?”
“I…” Almost at the top now, I feel like we’re about to fall out at any minute. What is the maximum weight limit for these things? “I guess I don’t love heights.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Her gaze softens. “We didn’t have to get on.”
“You seemed so excited.” I swallow hard. “I’ll be fine. It’ll be over soon.”
I flinch as the dreaded mechanical monster comes to another stop to let its next victims on.
“You should have said something. I wouldn’t have minded.” She puts her soft hand over my taut knuckles, delicately stroking them. “What can I do?”
“Keep talking.” I squeeze my eyes closed as my stomach lurches. “Distract me.”
“I can tell you how statistically this is very unlikely to break down or—”
I think I’m going to have a heart attack when a crunching noise sounds as soon as we reach the top.
“Nothing to panic about, folks!” The man from below shouts up. “Just a slight mechanical issue. Hang in there!”
“Hang in there?” My breathing grows ragged as all the air is squeezed from my lungs. I crane my neck to look below. Another terrible idea. My vision swims. “Holy shit. We’re going to die.”
Kady laughs until she sees the look on my face, and her expression turns serious. “We’re not going to die, Calder.” Kady’s calm voice is the only thing stopping me from full-on hyperventilating. “It’ll be up and running again soon. These things happen all the time. Why don’t we look at the view?”
I glare at her.
“Or not,” she adds quickly. “Maybe I can think of another way to distract you.”
I turn my head, watching as she leans in closer, close enough for me to see the defined curls of her fluttering eyelashes.
Her scent provides a welcome distraction, so I breathe her in, focusing on trying to pick apart the different scents I note—rose-like white tea, dreamy jasmine, subtle vanilla, another flower that I can’t pinpoint…
“Thank fuck.” I blow out the air trapped in my lungs when the machine jolts back to life.
“See?” Kady declares triumphantly. “I told you so.”
Only seconds later, the wheels gives another mechanical wheeze then judders, coming to an even harsher stop that makes our little cart swing.
“We’re going to die, aren’t we?” I’m about to spiral, thinking about what my obituary will say. What have I done in my life that is even worthy of writing about? How would the pack react? “Fuck. What about life insurance? What will your father say? He’ll blame me.”
“Look at me.” Kady caresses the back of my hand. “It’s going to be okay.”
I’m the alpha! I should be the one comforting her, yet I find myself nodding along, finding reassurance behind her words, praying that this hell will end soon.
“Take deep breaths, okay?” She rubs her cheek against mine, wiping her scent over me. “We’re going to be fine.”
My breathing steadies a bit, though I don’t dare let go of the metal rail. Her clean floral scent is pretty much all that’s stopping me from having a full-blown panic attack mid-air, taking me back to a childhood memory of strolling through a beautiful garden while eating an ice cream cone.
“See?” she says. “It’s not so bad when you don’t think about it.”
“This isn’t bad,” I grumble. “It’s terrible.”
“How long have you been afraid of heights?”
“For as long as I can remember. I can fly, but that’s about it. It’s different when I’m so…” I gulp. “Exposed.”
I concentrate on the way her fingertips swirl patterns over my skin. Below us, I hear some kind of commotion and clanging noises that put my teeth on edge.
“Close your eyes,” she orders.
“Why?” I scoff. “So I don’t see the ground before I hit it?”
“We’re not falling,” she states with certainty. “We’ll be down soon. Do you trust me?”
I click my tongue. Do I trust Kady?
“First it was peanuts, and now this. Is a near-death experience a prerequisite for spending time with you?”
“I swear, I won’t push you out of the Ferris wheel,” she promises with a giggle. “Just trust me, okay? Whenever I start to panic, I do visualization exercises. My friend, Delilah, taught me about it.”
“Visualization? That doesn’t sound like something Kady Sinclair would be interested in.”
“What can I say?” Her eyes twinkle playfully. “I’m full of surprises.”
“Fine.” Reluctantly, I close one eye. “Better?”
“Close them both,” she replies. “Just listen to my voice. That’s all that matters.”
I become even more aware of how tightly packed we are in this small space as Kady sidles even closer, her soft hair tickling my face in the breeze.
“What do you need, Calder? Right now?”
Isn’t it obvious? “To get off this fucking Ferris wheel.”
“I’m talking about more than that. What do you really need in this situation?”
“Control.” My blurted out answer surprises me. “I need to feel in control.”
I hate when an outcome is out of my hands. Ezra always tells me to loosen up, but I just can’t. No matter how hard I try.
“Okay, I can work with that.” She continues to speak calmly. If she’s in any way shaken, she isn’t showing it. She touches my wrist, her fingers trailing across my pulse point. “I want you to pretend it’s just the two of us. Let everything else fall away. What would help you feel in control?”
A filthy image of Kady tied to a bed appears in my mind’s eye, her naked body splayed beneath me, at my mercy.
She sniffs, recognizing the change in my scent as I detect a release of pheromones. “What are you thinking about?”
I open one eye again, the atmosphere now supercharged with sensuality. So much so that I almost forget where we are. “Do you really want to know?”
“Yes. Tell me how you want to feel control, Calder. I want to help you forget where we are right now.”
“I’d like to…” I lick my dry lips. “Have control over you.”
Her fingers momentarily pause skating over my skin.
“Fuck.” I rub my eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
There’s no way for her to get away from me when we’re suspended over one hundred feet high. I should have lied.
“No, tell me more. The more detailed, the better.” Her voice comes out breathier. “How exactly would you like to have control over me, Calder Soren?”
I shift, getting myself into a more comfortable position as my boner presses against my pants. “You really want to know?”
“Every…” Her breath fans my face. “Little…” Fuck, I’m so hard. “Detail.”
“I’d blindfold you first.” I close my eyes again. “Then I’d start light. Feathered touches to your back, up your thighs. Your panties would be soaked, but I won’t touch you. Not yet.” I dare to open one eye again and find her hanging off my every word, her pupils blown like crazy.
“Keep going,” she urges.
“You’d be begging for me to touch you, but I’d hold back. I’d wait a little longer until you were begging, then I’d strip you naked. I’d pay attention to every square inch of your body, caressing every curve of your smooth skin while you wait for me to decide where I’m going to touch first.”
“What would you do next?” she prompts, her hand slipping onto my thigh.
“I’d bind your wrists and tie your hands to the bed. Then I’d spread your legs wide, tying each ankle down so I can stare at your pretty pussy, glistening with slick for me.”
Her palm slides up the inner hem of my pants, making my cock twitch. “Then what?”
“I’d begin with your nipples.” I imagine how they’d look, pink peaks against her flawless porcelain skin. “I’d flick my tongue over them, making you writhe and grab onto the sheets, teasing you. Your moans would vibrate your entire body before I move farther down.”
The night air fills with her sweet perfume, letting me know that she’s as turned-on as I am right now.
“I’d jut up my hips, begging for you to touch me,” she purrs. “My slick would be dripping all over the sheets.”
Fuck. Hearing her talk dirty is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. All I can think about is how amazing it would be to bury my head between her thighs.
“I’d skim up your legs, pausing to admire the view, licking your inner thighs and watching you twitch because you won’t know what’s coming next.”
“You’re in control, Calder,” she whispers. “Total control.”
All my fear has been pushed to the wayside as I lose myself in this fantasy.
“I’d slide my tongue along your wet pussy, lapping up your sweet slick while you buck onto my face.
You’d wriggle as I plunge my tongue inside you to taste you fully, then I’d fuck you with it.
All you’ll be able to do is take it like a good little omega. Would you like that?”
“Uh-huh.” Her hands glide down the front of my jeans, massaging my aching erection. “I’d love your tongue between my legs. I’m so fucking wet right now.”
I grin, wishing I could taste her, craving her slick. It’s pretty much all I’ve been thinking about since our encounter in the office. “All that slick. All for me.”
The sound of something hitting against metal momentarily pulls me back to where we are, but Kady’s hand on my cock redirects my focus again.
“What would you do next, Calder?” Her voice sounds strangled, choked, full of breathy need. “Tell me.”
My eyes close again, back to our imaginary bedroom. “My knot will be pulsing, ready to take you. I’d climb between your legs and rub my cock against your entrance, teasing your pussy with it until you’re pleading for me to fuck you.”
“That’s right, Calder,” she pants. “Fuck me, alpha.”
“Shit, Kady,” I groan as she rubs me over my pants. “Do you realize how fucking hot you sound right now?”
“Tell me how you’d fuck me, alpha.”
I dare to open my eyes again to see that hers have fluttered closed.
A flush covers her cheeks as she visualizes everything I’m saying.
We may be stranded on the top of a Ferris wheel, but the two of us are somewhere else right now.
Suspended from reality. She’s chained to my metaphorical bed, and I can do whatever I want to her.
“I’d fuck you hard and fast,” My voice is a low growl. “Your whole body would jerk from the force, but I wouldn’t stop. I’d keep going, teasing you and bringing you to the edge before holding you there. I won’t give you the climax you crave. Not yet.”
“Alpha.” Kady is whining like she’s really experiencing the sensation. “Please.”
“Not yet, baby. I’m taking my time with you. I watch my cock vanish into your tight pussy, one inch at a time, coated in your glistening slick.”
“Uh-huh.” Her stroking quickens until I’m about to come in my pants, but then…
The Ferris wheel lurches and begins moving again. The other riders cheer in relief as Kady’s eyes snap open and she jerks her hands away.
“That was…” She straightens, catching her bottom lip with her teeth.
“Fucking hot?” Grinning, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s one way to help with my phobia.”
She adjusts her beanie, her eyes are still full of fire. “I’m glad I could be of assistance.”
The Ferris wheel seems to be moving at triple the speed it was before. Just minutes ago, being trapped on this ride was my biggest nightmare. Now it’s become the key to unlocking a new fantasy.
As soon as we reach the bottom, I practically leap off. We’re both a little unsteady on our feet, almost as if we’re drunk. Thanks to her, I’m more intoxicated by lust than fear.
“Did you want to play more games?” I gesture at a stall. “Or we could grab a bite?”
“Take me home, Calder.” She looks at me dead in the face in a way that warms my belly, knowing exactly what’s coming next.