Chapter Fourteen ABBIE #2
“You have no idea how good you smell,” I tell him, chasing more of his sweet musk with my tongue.
Wings has always been delicious to me, but ever since he presented, I’ve found his scent even more addicting.
“We need to get you some toys, don’t we?
” I run my fingers between the hot skin of his cheeks, gently circling his hole.
“Something to fill this poor ache, hmm?”
I can feel the slick pooling in his crevice, and as I gently press against his tight pucker, he jerks against the wall. His face already looks wrecked, his eyes wide and vulnerable as he stares down at me. “You’re enough for me, Abbie.”
“I know,” I say lightly, my finger dipping the tiniest bit into his hole. It’s so slick, there’s hardly any resistance, and I bite my lip as his legs start to shake. “But I want you to be adored in every way.”
He groans again, but his hips roll towards me as I slip my finger in another inch. His scent is blooming around me, his slick coating my palm, so I know he’s enjoying it on some level. “In the meantime, how about I suck you dry while I play with your pretty hole?”
“Fuck, Abbie…” His lashes flutter as I swallow him down, my finger slipping a little deeper and nudging his slick gland.
It’s the source of all his delicious slick, and my mouth waters as I taste the first spurt of his come on the back of my tongue.
He grips my hair, his other hand sliding down to cup my scent gland. “I love you so much, butterfly.”
I gurgle my agreement, too enraptured by his moans to answer him properly.
Instead, I use my body to show him the depth of my feelings, sucking and stroking until he’s a shaking mess against the wall.
Our combined scent is so heady, I feel my own orgasm creep up on me.
It’s like a spiral of need deep in my core, and I press my thighs together as Wings finally comes apart on my tongue.
I can feel his hole clenching around my finger, his cock spurting so hard I feel like I’m about to drown in his come.
Now there’s a pretty thought, I think as I tip over the edge, his cock still jerking in my throat as I shake through my own release.
When he’s done, he pulls out slowly, slumping against the wall.
With a shaking hand, he tilts my head back, taking in my flushed cheeks and blown-out pupils. “You came?”
I grin up at him, licking my lips to catch any stray drops. “Like I was riding your tongue.”
“You’re killing me,” he groans, pulling me to my feet and covering me in hungry kisses.
We stagger out of the shower, only pausing long enough to grab a towel.
We swipe it over our damp skin as we tumble in bed, our bodies instantly twining together.
Wings flips a sheet over us, nudging the pillows together until our faces are only inches apart.
“You know how much I love you, don’t you, Abbie? ”
“Just the same amount as I love you, probably.”
“So why won’t you tell me what’s behind those sad eyes, butterfly?” His thumb flutters over my cheek, gentle as a feather. “I love the blowjobs and the cuddles, but I care about your heart a whole lot more. And if something’s happened to hurt it…”
I press a hand to his mouth, the tears already searing the back of my throat. “I should’ve known you could see right through me.”
He kisses my palm, then moves it aside. “Not all the way. But I can tell when you’re hurting. Is it being back in the club? I know you didn’t want to talk about your scars…”
“No. I mean, that was painful, but I’m glad you know. Does it make you look at me any different?”
“Because you killed that fuck and torched the place?” He chuckles, but it has a dark edge that’s more wolf than dove. “I’m with Ark on that one. I just wish we could have been there and done it for you.”
“Some things are better to do yourself.”
I believe that, and my time on the trauma ward has only confirmed it. I might not have slayed all of my demons, but I watched the worst of them die by my own hand.
“So, if it’s not that, what’s going on?”
I take a shaky breath, the panic coiling in my stomach again. Having Bluff walk away from me a second time hurt like hell, but losing Wings would completely destroy me. “I saw Bluff, your mystery VP.”
Wings frowns, clearly expecting something else. “Where?”
“The greenhouse. I don’t know how he found me, but he just appeared. We talked for a bit, but he didn’t stay long.”
Wings scowls, his hackles up. “Long enough to upset you…”
“No, it was the fact he left that upset me.” I cup his cheek, wondering if he can feel the tremble in my fingers. “He’s my scent match. I had a reaction the first time we met, but he didn’t act the same way.”
“Which is why you came home and locked yourself in your room…” His eyes widen as they slide to my scent gland. “He rejected you?”
I nod, miserable. “You know I don’t care about bites and bonds, but I didn’t think it would feel like this.
” I press a hand to my chest, over the cold ache in my heart.
“I don’t even know him, but on another level, I feel like I’ll fall apart without him.
” Wings’ gaze drops, and for a moment I think I’ve broken us.
The tears that have been building behind my eyes suddenly spill over, and I wrap my arm around him, groaning into his neck.
“Please don’t be mad at me, Wings! I know I should’ve told you sooner, but when he walked away, I thought that was it.
Maybe I made up the connection between us, or maybe he just didn’t care.
Either way, it didn’t need to mean anything to us! ”
“But you came back. He came back.”
I can feel his throat bob against my cheek and I groan again. “I came back for you. I wanted you to be safe.”
“I know, but you also came back for him. And that’s exactly what you should have done.”
I pull back, sniffing through another wave of tears. I’m so confused, but the last thing I expect to see is his smile. “I don’t get it. You’re not angry?”
“Because you found your scent match?” He shakes his head, but when I grab his chin, he clicks his tongue at me. “You said it yourself, Abbie, when I came to your clinic in the middle of a fever. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for because this is just nature taking its course.”
I press my fingers to his lips, not believing the shapes they’re making. “Did I say that?”
“You did. And you know what else you said? You're perfect, and you're mine.” He kisses my fingertips. “I’m claiming that, too.”
My heart crumbles. Bluff might have a hold over me on a biological level, but this man owns my whole soul. “Wings…”
“It’s true. But now let’s focus on the other stuff.” His eyes narrow, his lips pulling into a thin, disapproving line. “How exactly did your asshole scent match reject you?”
We wriggle close enough to share a single pillow, Wings' pale gold hair fanning across it in a damp crown. I run my fingers through the silky strands, eliciting a happy shiver as my nails scratch gentle grooves onto his scalp.
“You okay with what I did? Touching you that way?”
I watch his pupils dilate, the black swallowing the gray. “You can touch me anywhere, anyhow.” He pauses, then licks his lips, a hint of pink climbing his neck. “It’s different, but in a good way. You’re always under my skin, but this time I could feel you deeper.”
I smile, my head spinning with erotic images. “I’ve seen an orgasm from slick gland stimulation. Let’s just say, I think you’re in for a treat.”
He hooks his leg over mine, a silky brow arched in question. “You’ve seen it?”
“For educational purposes only.”
“Hmm.” He gives a throaty growl. “Then I’m in expert hands?”
“A very eager student, at least.” I smirk, then run my finger down his cheek, circling the dimple. “I want you to embrace every part of yourself, Wings. You already make my knees weak, but watching you shake against that wall was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He growls again and licks his way into my mouth, kissing me until I’m a gasping mess on the pillow. I widen my legs, ready for his next onslaught, but he clicks his tongue. “Your turn to spill, butterfly. I want to hear your plan for dealing with your stupid scent match.”
Reality washes over me, instantly cooling my blood. “My plan?”
“Well, if you tell Pitt, he’ll drag Bluff back by the scruff of his neck.”
I squawk, pushing him back so I can drag the sheet over my head.
“And have him reject me again, only this time in front of the whole club?” I stare at the fabric brunched in my hands, our combined scents doing little to slow my thumping heart.
“No thanks. I’ve already had my turn on the freak stage this week. ”
Wings peels the sheet back enough to give me a chiding look. “You’re not a freak. But Bluff is… unpredictable. He could turn up again tomorrow…”
“Or disappear for the rest of my life?”
He sighs, wiggling down so we’re both covered by the sheet. “That won’t happen, butterfly. Haven’t I told you? You’re irresistible.”
“I’m something,” I mutter, huffing hard enough to make the sheet billow around us. “Scent matching is supposed to be instantaneous. He should’ve taken one sniff of my scent and fallen at my feet. Instead, he ran away. Twice.”
Wings clicks his tongue again, softer now. “I think this is a him problem, not a you problem, Abbie.”
“I know. Alphas have trauma, too.” He raises his brows and I sigh.
“It’s something I was reminded of recently.
And Bluff told me as much.” How did he put it?
He got his brain scrambled in the desert…
My heart pinches despite my irritation with him.
“I think he’s fighting it because of his injuries. He said I deserved better.”
“Well, you definitely deserve an alpha who sticks around to work it out. But… Bluff has always been different. A loner, from what Ark’s told me. Matching with you probably threw him for a loop.”
I nod, because it’s not like I’ve been in my right mind since we met. “If he’s really hurting, maybe I should just back off. It’s not fair to put him under even more pressure.”
Wings wrinkles his nose at that idea. “Or… we could ask Ark where he lives. If anyone knows it’ll be him.”
I look at him curiously. “Is it some big secret?”
“Well, Bluff was part of the RRC for the Rangers. Deep undercover and reconnaissance work. If he doesn’t want to be found, it’s gonna be hard.”
“Great,” I sigh. Not just a reluctant scent match, but one who’s an expert at going underground. “So, he’s a ghost.”
Like I need another one of those. I huff and roll onto my side, wriggling back until Wings is spooning me from behind. “I think you should tell Ark after the party,” he murmurs in my ear.
“Party?”
“Patch's birthday.” He laughs at my deep, heartfelt groan. “You couldn’t tell that Glory has been cooking up a storm all day?”
Now he’s mentioned it, there have been some pretty amazing smells coming from the kitchen. Not that my stomach has been in much of a state to enjoy them. “I guess I had other things on my mind.”
He murmurs in sympathy. “You want to stay here? It’s going to be pretty hectic, since another club is dropping by.”
I shudder. Not just a party but a visit, which in club terms could be anything from a friendly chat to formal sit-down. It’s the exact opposite of huddling in bed with the blankets pulled over your head and I sigh. “Glory will never forgive me if I skip it.”
“We don’t have to stay too long,” he murmurs, nibbling on the side of my neck. His lips are pillowy soft, but just the slightest graze over my scent gland has me lighting up like a firecracker. “We can dance, have a couple of drinks, sing a few songs...”
I jerk, squeezing the arm wrapped around my waist. “Sing?”
He chuckles softly, the sound pooling in my ear. “Well, I can sing and you can hum.”
“Better for everyone.” I squeeze his arm again. “We’re really going to do this? Talk to Ark, I mean?”
“We are. And then when we know where Bluff is gonna be, we invite ourselves over for a chat. Both of us, if that’s what you want.
” I’m already nodding and he bites gently on my ear as his hand slides up to cup my breast. “Now, how about I do something about the butterflies I can feel fluttering around in here?”