Chapter Four ABBIE
“Is that what you want to do?” I ask Wings after Pitt has left, and we’re finishing the bottle of wine in my claw-footed tub.
The apartment is pretty basic, but bathtubs are the next best investment to bikes in my world, and I blew a whole month’s salary on the restored, antique tub.
I’m also partial to bubble bath and candles, so Wings and I make use of it whenever we can.
“Tell the club about everything? Your designation? Us?”
We’re sitting at either end of the tub, and he’s in the process of soaping my foot, drawing groans out of me every time his thumbs find a sensitive spot.
“I can’t cut myself off,” he says quietly, “even if they’re gonna be weird about my designation. My family...”
“I know.” I gulp the wine down, wishing there was another bottle I could dive straight into. For a rough-around-the-edges biker, Pitt makes a pretty good dinner guest, even if his alpha musk has taken up permanent residence in my apartment. “I don’t want that for you, Wings.”
He still has his folks and younger sister in the club, so expecting him to simply walk away would be the same as asking him to slice his heart in two.
“There are good people there,” he tells me, “but they're not worth you getting hurt.”
“Or you. I don't want this to backfire on either of us.”
He nods, the sheen of bubbles on his chest making his skin glow. He’s so damn beautiful, I want to crawl into his lap and never leave, but he places a kiss on my ankle and sits up straight. “You want to go on a date tomorrow night?”
I perk up, too, the thought of getting out of the apartment really appealing. “Yeah, I’d love that. What are you thinking?”
“A long, fast ride.” He smirks, since that’s always part of the plan, rain, hail, or shine.
“A quiet bar, maybe with a few dim corners and a bartender who doesn’t look too hard.
” He slides forward, his smile growing as I hum in appreciation.
“Moonlight spilling over hotel sheets, and a bathtub big enough to swallow us whole.”
I groan as he pulls me into his lap, water tipping over the edge and slapping onto the tiles.
It’s a sound I’ll always associate with Wings’ hard body pressed against mine, and I kiss his chest as his cock stirs under me.
We’ve had so much sex over the past few days, I should be lunging for my ugly PJs, but Wings is completely irresistible.
Like I told him during his fever, his new designation has only increased my attraction to him.
Not only does he taste and smell like a dream, but his neediness plucks at my own dominant streak.
I want to coddle him and deny him at the same time, drawing out his pleasure until he’s a puddle of slick.
I shiver, my own scent thickening as he rocks his hips, his cock sliding between my sensitive folds.
“You keep this up, I’ll be thinking about our date all shift. ”
He presses open mouthed kisses across my fluttering chest, his lips toying with my swollen nipples. “You gotta go back tomorrow?”
“Yeah, they only gave me four days leave. But if you need me, just call and I'll come straight back home.”
“I’m good,” he smirks, reaching between us to grab his cock and fit it to my entrance. “Pitt and I are gonna head back to Williamstown and finish that job.”
I catch my breath as he nudges me up, his cock circling my pussy like a key searching for its lock. “You sure? That’s a long way, especially if we’re going to ride again tomorrow night.”
“Thanks, mama, but I’m a big boy,” he chuckles, proving the statement by thrusting up and burying himself inside me.
I clutch around him, loving the way he fills me to the brim.
He doesn’t just wait for me to do all the work, either, circling his hips and digging his thick cockhead into my walls.
His thumb plucks my clit, already swollen with need, while his mouth returns to my nipples, sucking them hard enough to make my eyes roll back.
I bounce on his lap, losing more water in the process, but cleanup is the last thing on my mind.
Ripples of pleasure are radiating out from my core, my hands slapping on his shoulders as he locks his arms around me, grinding us together.
I ravage his mouth, loving the way his tongue fights mine for control.
It sweeps away everything but his sweet, addictive flavor, and I can’t get enough.
When he bites my bottom lip, I clench around him, the flash of pain only adding to the pleasure.
“I’ll be thinking about this every moment I’m on the road,” he growls into my mouth, his fingers digging into my hipbones.
I’m caught in the wave now, but I lean back enough to gasp, “Every moment, every day.”
“You’re so perfect,” he groans, his nostrils flaring as he leans forward to press his nose to my throat. “Fuck, I want to bite you so bad, Abbie…”
“Then do it.”
His head snaps up, eyes hazy with lust. “Really?”
“It’s yours, baby.” I tilt my head, groaning as he licks the sensitive skin.
We’ve never really indulged in gland play, given that our designations didn’t align that way.
I was happy to consider my gland little more than a base for my butterfly tattoo, but there's no denying the excitement that flutters through me as his hungry gaze sears my flesh. “You want your teeth in me, Wings, it’s only going to make me come even harder.”
“Fuck!” he groans, thrusting up three times in quick succession. I can feel his cock jerking inside me, his cum already spilling into me as he sets his teeth to my throat and bites down hard.
I explode, pain and pleasure whipping through me as he rocks and sucks, my throat throbbing as hard as my well-used pussy.
We’re both grunting and hissing, locked together as our mutual pleasure peaks and rolls, leaving my muscles weak and quivering.
When I finally ease back, his eyes widen as they land on my throat.
“Fuck, butterfly. I mauled your poor tattoo.”
“It’ll heal,” I grin, feeling absurdly happy as I touch the raised, raw skin. “And as soon as it does, you can bite me again.”
He grins, clearly delighted by my reaction. “I’’ll keep that butterfly in a constant state of horny rage.”
I laugh, but it turns to a groan as I climb off his lap. “Maybe we keep the ride to under an hour for our date.”
“Did I maul your poor pussy, too?”
The delighted sparkle in his eyes only grows, and I slap his shoulder as I climb out of the tub. “You’ll be careful too, right? Only ride if you feel up to it.”
“Yeah, of course.” He follows me out of the water, dropping a kiss on my nose and grinning as I wrinkle it at him.
When his gaze shifts back to my neck and the no doubt livid mark on my scent gland, a smug kind of satisfaction flares in his eyes.
“If anyone had any doubt before, they know you’re taken now. ”
“Taken,” I murmur, leaning up to kiss his swollen lips, “and happier than I ever thought I could be.”
Work starts with a traumatized patient walking out before we can admit them, and spirals downhill from there.
I’m close to finishing my shift, my mind wandering to thoughts of Wings and our date, when the charge nurse grabs me and asks me to pull a double.
I’m usually up for the extra hours, but I’m exhausted from Wings’ fever and desperate to get away for a while.
It might just be another bed and bathtub waiting for us, but my soul craves a night devoted just to Wings.
No club talk, or green-eyed alphas knocking at our door, even if Pitt has started making appearances in my dreams. They’re brief and fuzzy, but they’re usually when Wings has just wrung an orgasm out of me and I’m feeling soft and biddable.
Crazy omega hormones, I sigh as I text Wings to tell him we’re going to have to postpone our date until tomorrow night.
He shoots me back a picture of his frowning face, Pitt looming in the background like I need the reminder of his broody existence.
Just wait for me at home, I text, and I’ll join you as soon as I can.
He sends me an emoji of a bathtub, a bottle of wine, and enough peaches to make a dozen pies. I’m still smirking as I head to the staff room for the designated half hour nap before I begin my next shift.
Instead of steamy bikers in musky leather, my dreams are filled with memories from the boardinghouse I was sent to at seventeen.
I thought I was pretty tough until I’d spent my first heat in the care of Leading Light.
Narkle, the facility director, was only too happy to use the experience to knock the arrogance out of me.
He didn’t touch me or feed me to his gang of thugs like he threatened, but by the time my heat broke, I’d clawed out half of my fingernails trying to get free of his restraints.
No meds, no heat aids, just psychiatric-hold cuffs and his gloating, sadistic face.
The pain was unlike anything I’d ever felt, but my shame was so much deeper, because even when I’d been tied down and tormented, I’d begged for a knot.
I’d been thinking about Ark, my first alpha crush, but his thugs had a great time exposing themselves for me, teasing me with knots that under normal circumstances I would have kicked into their rectums.
“Abbie!” I sit up so suddenly, I hit my head on the bunk above me. I groan at the throbbing pain, but when I blink it back, Janice is staring at me with shocked eyes. “I came to wake you when I saw…”
She gestures down at the cot, and I pull the twisted blankets straight. They smell like distressed omega, but that’s not what caught her attention. It’s the dozen dead butterflies, scattered over me like a bizarre shower of rose petals. “What the fuck?”
Goldie, the security guard, comes into the room, a phone pressed to his ear. He looks down at the macabre display, his face grim, then steps back into the hall. I shake my head at Janice. “Did you report this?”