Chapter Three WINGS #2
I lean forward to snatch another kiss, but she glances at Pitt, the alpha only a couple of feet away and watching us with his unwavering green gaze. “I need to take him to bed. Feel free to see yourself out.”
He takes a rapid step back but then jerks his head at the door. “I’m gonna check that bottom deadbolt again. You got a screwdriver I can use?”
“Junk drawer, middle cabinet.”
I have no idea what’s wrong with the deadbolt, but I’m sure Pitt is more than capable of taking care of it as I tug Abbie towards her bedroom door.
I can vaguely hear him rustling around in the junk drawer, but then I’m stripping off my clothes, the walls closing in until all I can see is the beautiful woman in front of me. “I need you so bad, Abbie.”
It’s not exactly a love sonnet, but my brain is sinking into a thick soup, my hands greedy as I reach for her.
Abbie, Abbie, Abbie. It’s always like this for me, but with my instincts on high alert, it’s so much more intense, as if the air is kissing me with her lips.
It’s a weird thought, but not the strangest one I’ve had since I presented in that shitty motel by the highway.
She murmurs soothing words as she helps me remove my jeans, dropping to her knees to unlace my boots. She tilts her head back, her hair a soft halo in the dim lighting of her bedroom as she looks up at me. “You okay with him here? I can kick him out if he makes you uncomfortable.”
“I don’t care.” In fact, the whole fucking MC can traipse into her apartment for all the notice I’d take.
She’s on her knees in front of me, and my dick throbs as she manhandles me out of my boots, placing them beside her bed like they belong there, and nowhere else. “I just need to taste you, butterfly.”
My mouth is so parched, I can feel the ache all the way to my gut.
“Soon,” she croons, running her hands up my legs.
There’s the same burning feeling under my skin as I felt in the motel room, but now it’s softened by licks of pleasure as she gently runs her nails over my thighs.
It’s how I usually feel when I’m close to coming, and I gasp as the sensation coils in my groin, building in ever increasing waves.
“Your suppressants have worn off,” Abbie tells me as she carefully draws my boxers down, my cock pushing free like it’s on springs. “You’re going to feel really sensitive, but it shouldn’t hurt.”
“I don’t hurt,” I mumble as she steps me out of my boxers and grips my hips.
I groan as she leans forward, nuzzling the damp skin of my groin.
She makes a happy sound, but a wave of doubt has my knees almost buckling.
“Is it weird?” I ask, my voice catching.
“I mean, it’s slick, right? You didn’t sign up for this… ”
She sits back on her heels, staring at me with the softest expression I’ve ever seen on her face.
“You have no idea how good you smell, baby.” The endearment jolts through me, settling deep in my bones, and I blink, feeling my cheeks flush in pleasure.
“You’ve always been perfect for me, but now you’re the chocolate-dipped version.
” She nudges me back a step, until my knees hit the edge of her bed.
“Sit down, beautiful, and let me eat you up.”
My dick jerks, as much at the wicked gleam in her eyes as the promise of having her mouth on me.
I almost collapse on the edge of the bed, my legs parting on instinct, and she crawls forward, her hands massaging my thighs.
Every muscle feels tightly coiled and as hot as molten wax, and I groan as she kisses my stomach, my abs jumping under the wet heat of her mouth.
“Suck me, Abbie,” I groan, falling back onto my hands. “I need to come.”
Jesus, I sound like a whiny bitch, but Abbie just purrs her agreement and licks me from root to tip.
She moans in appreciation, her eyes hooded with lust. I’m shiny wet, and I’m pretty sure she can taste just as much slick as pre-come as she laps my shaft.
I’m so hard, I feel like I’m on the verge of splitting right open, but Abbie quickly takes me in her mouth, drawing more of my wetness down her throat.
She swallows greedily, staring up at me as her eyes water from the stretch.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I feel slick drip from my hole as she takes me to the back of her throat.
I’m already on a hair trigger, and as soon as she hollows her cheeks, I grab her hair, shouting as I explode in her mouth.
No warning, and not a lot of finesse, but I can smell her own release of slick as she drains me dry.
When she’s done, I collapse back on the bed and she crawls over me, smiling as she licks my come off her lips.
My entire body is quivering with aftershocks, and I groan as she bends and feeds me her tongue.
I’ve been tasting her slick for years, but I’m pleasantly surprised by my own sweet and salty flavor.
“You see how beautiful you are, Wings? This could never be a mistake. You’re still you, but now so much sweeter. ”
Some distant part of me wants to object to the word.
Sweet is for omegas, not bike-riding, tattoo-wearing alphas.
But I’m not an alpha anymore – if I ever was one – and the fierce, stunning woman in front of me is an omega, with all her sharp edges and cunning brain.
She’s a match for anyone, no matter their designation.
Her sweetness isn’t cloying or weak. It’s like a gift, only given to those she deems worthy.
I can be Abbie’s kind of omega.
She brackets my head with her arms, kissing me until I lose my breath for a second time.
The taste of my slick is growing on me, but it’s still not as addictive as hers, and I reach into her jeans to swipe some from between her thighs.
She’s so wet, it coats my fingers, and I groan as I lick them clean, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“I’m hard again,” I hiss, rolling her onto her back. “Shit, is this the fever?”
“Plus the joys of male omegahood,” she smirks, running her fingers lightly along my sides before cupping my ass. “Just wait until you get a proper release from your slick gland.”
I was given pamphlets in the hospital, and I’ve done a little googling over the years, so I know that the gland in my ass is now a thing.
It releases the lubrication to take a cock, and more importantly, to experience the pleasure of an anal orgasm.
Not something I ever thought I’d have to consider, and I guess my brain just hasn’t caught up to my body, because the thought of stuffing an alpha knot back there makes me dizzy with anxiety.
I press my head to Abbie’s shoulder, my breath catching as her fingers slowly circle my hole.
It feels as sensitive as the tip of my cock, and my thighs shudder as she presses her thumb against the opening.
Not pushing in, but I’m wet enough back there that she could slip in with a little nudge.
The thought both horrifies and fascinates me, especially if it’s Abbie who is exploring this new part of my body with me.
But right now, I’m aching to bury myself inside her, and I ease her onto her back. “I need you naked.”
The whiny tone is back, but Abbie doesn’t seem to care as she peels off her jeans and I make short work of her shirt and bra.
She gives a throaty sigh as I lick her pretty tits, like rose petals on my hungry tongue.
It’s going to take me a while to adjust to my new anatomy, but every part of Abbie’s body sings to me.
Still, we haven’t really talked about how it affects her, and I hesitate as I loom over her. “Do you still want to…?”
Her eyes flash, her thighs tightening on my hips as her need claws over my skin. “Nothing’s changed for me, Wings. I still want you deep inside me, every chance I get.”
I’m still alpha enough to growl at her words, and there’s enough fire in my blood to make me a little rough. As I push inside her, her back arches, her eyes locked on mine as I bury myself to the hilt. I pull back, my heart pounding at the hungry suction of her pussy. “Too hard?”
“It’s perfect,” she purrs, stretching her arms above her head, a challenging glint in her eye. “Make me come, beautiful, and then I’ll show you a thing or two about slick play.”
My mouth falls open, my dick swelling against her opening, and I thrust back inside, losing myself in the blissful heat of her body.
I don’t know how many hours have passed before I see the light flicker in the door, the solid mass of darkness giving way to the first hint of dawn. It outlines the figure standing there, and I push myself up, blinking through gritty eyes. “You need something, Pitt?”
He moves his feet, the dawn light licking over his olive skin. “Just being a creep, I guess. But after six hours on the couch, I’m past watching my manners.”
I smirk, even as my heart rate picks up at the gravel in his voice. “Is that so? You trying to get yourself kicked out?”
“That’s the last thing I want,” he says, his head tipping back and thunking against the doorframe. “But you two smell fucking amazing together. Any alpha would be lucky to claim even one of you.”
I suck in a breath, feeling the hot wash of his words as the mark on my neck throbs.
It’s a calming bite, but right now my body doesn’t seem to know the difference, and that puts me on edge.
“Too bad,” I grunt, forcing a hint of steel into my voice, “because that's not what Abbie wants. You might not believe it, but she thinks I’m enough.”
“I get it. She’s crazy about you. Anyone can see it.”
I don’t doubt her feelings for me, but it’s still nice to hear someone say it. “Same goes for me. And if you think that makes us easy targets, try taking another step towards the bed and I’ll kick your ass out the window.”