Chapter Twenty-Two ABBIE #2
I huff out a breath, but it becomes a low moan of approval as he rains kisses on both of my thighs.
Now that my hands are free, I can prop myself on my elbows, watching him lick his way across my skin like I’m the frosting on his favorite dessert.
Better yet, for every soft, hungry lick, there’s the matching rasp of his facial hair.
It’s a perfect frisson of pleasure-pain that has my toes curling over his forearms.
When I’m covered with goosebumps from his onslaught, he runs his nose back and forth over my curls, breathing me in. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
I drop back onto the ground, my hips lifting to his mouth. “Please, Ark…”
“Always, Abbie.”
It’s the last thing he says before licking between my aching folds.
His hands cup my hips like I’m something precious, while his mouth feasts on me like I’m his final meal.
I shudder as he sucks on my clit, his tongue spearing inside me before rubbing against the hard nub.
My thighs shake helplessly, and he pulls me closer, wrapping my calves behind his head.
As soon as I’m settled, his big thumbs peel me open and he burrows deeper.
My back arches at the onslaught, my pussy already fluttering against his voracious tongue. “Ark! I’m gonna come…”
“Then come,” he says, the tip of his tongue still stabbing between my folds, “I don’t plan on stopping until you beg me to.”
I groan, my eyes snapping shut as pleasure rips through me. I claw at the dirt, my hips thrusting against his mouth. As promised, he doesn’t let up, a steady growl in his chest as he drinks down my slick and come.
“More, sweetheart,” he says, his chin rubbing against my thighs until I’m bucking in his hands. The beard rash is real, and when I start to whimper, he drops me to his lap, spearing two long fingers deep inside me. “Give me another, Omega. I want you to come apart on my hand.”
I want to tell him my body doesn’t work that fast – outside of a heat – but I’m already quivering against his palm, my walls clenching at the sweet intrusion. I force myself up, clawing at his arm. “Ark, I want you inside me.”
“I am inside you,” he smiles, adding a third finger to the pulsing mess between my thighs. “And it’s fucking glorious.”
I gasp as another orgasm tears through me, so hard I rake my nails down his arm. He hisses at the sting, a savage satisfaction in his eyes as I drench his hand in my juices.
“My perfect omega,” he purrs while I’m still moaning through my release. “Sit up here, sweetheart. I’m gonna bury myself all the way now.”
I’m so out of my head on endorphins, my limbs feel boneless as he lifts me into his lap.
His jeans are unbuttoned, bunched at his thighs, and I sigh as his cock brushes my aching folds.
But then the moonlight catches a flash of silver, and I gape at the barbell in his plump mushroom head. “You’re pierced.”
He wraps a hand around my back, watching my face. “Is that a problem?”
Is he serious? “Other than I might come again before you’re even inside me?”
He smirks, his scent thickening as he grasps his shaft.
He’s thick and long, the base already swelling with need.
I knock his hand away and replace it with my own, my mouth watering as I tighten my grip.
Watching his face, I flick my thumb over the piercing, delighted by the way his body shudders under me. “It’s your sensitive spot!”
“It is when you’re playing with it.”
I can’t hide my delight at that fact. “I want to see how it feels on my tongue.”
I try to wiggle back off his lap, but he grips me tighter.
“Too much of that and I’ll be coming before I’m inside you.
” He palms my ass, his hands flexing to move me into position.
His eyes darken as I wind my arms around his neck, and I wonder how much more I can take before I really do come apart.
“Ark…”
“It’s okay, sweet girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
I nod and he lifts me onto his shaft, the cold metal of the piercing sliding between my overheated folds.
I whimper as he fills me inch by inch, so thick I’m suddenly grateful for the slick running down my thighs.
My back arches as he bottoms out inside me, the stretch so perfect I feel tears pinch my eyes. “I’ve wanted this… for so long.”
His purr of pleasure rumbles against my breasts, and I clutch him tighter, my shield against the storm.
Lightning flashes somewhere high above us, and I press my thumbs into his cheeks, watching the pleasure flicker across his face.
He moves his hips, a smooth glide that has his piercing stroking my walls.
I can feel the thick swelling of his knot against my ass, my pussy already clenching around his thick length.
“Ark,” I say again, simply to feel his name on my lips. “Fuck me, Alpha.”
He growls, one hand clutching my hip while the other rolls over my clit.
Every nerve in my body tightens as he thrusts up into me, his thumb plucking at my tender nub.
As I drop my head on his shoulder, his voice is a dark whisper in my ear.
“You getting the picture of how much I want you, Abbie? Down in the dirt or laid out on a feather bed, all I want is to sink into you and make you mine.”
“Then do it!” I turn my head, blinking back tears as I offer him my neck. “Knot me and bite me, Ark!”
A thumb feathers over my cheek, catching the first tear. “Abbie…”
“You think I want one inch less than all of you?” I grind down on his cock, ignoring the exhaustion burning through my veins. “Give it to me, Alpha. Give me everything you have.”
He thrusts up, and my desperate demand turns into a needy wail. His knot is big, but with all my slick easing the way, it’s just more of the same glorious stretch. I don’t just grant his knot entry, I consume it, my body milking him so hard his hips shudder. “Fuck, Abbie…”
“Your bite and your bond, Ark!”
He groans, something between awe and relief filling the air as his teeth sink into my throat. A third bite, bigger and hungrier than the other two combined. My body jerks, my blood sizzling and popping like I’m in the eye of the storm. “Ark!”
“I love you, mate,” he whispers, both inside me and all around me. “Thank you for trusting me with every part of you.”
Puppy breath wafts over me like a milky kiss. It’s cute, but not exactly what I was hoping to wake up to, and I groan as I’m greeted by a cheeky lick. “Good morning to you, too, Jedi.”
I push myself onto my elbows, but freeze at the circle of amused faces staring back at me.
Oh, right.
I’m in Ark’s bed.
I’m naked except for his cut and my dog tags.
And my head – including all my wind-whipped hair – was just resting in his lap.
“How was the field trip, butterfly?” Wings chirps, waving a puppy paw at me. “Did you have a good time?”
“Looks like they stopped somewhere for a bite,” Pitt observes, rocking back on his heels. “Definitely the supersize option.”
I roll my eyes at them while they all smirk at my throbbing throat.
“Yes, it was exactly what it looks like,” I huff, pushing myself upright and raking a hand through my hair.
I came home with a couple of leaves and maybe even a twig or two caught in the tangles, but I stick my chin up at a haughty angle.
“We hiked, we fucked, and then Ark chewed on my neck like an insatiable beast.”
“And what about his war wounds?” Bluff asks, nodding at the scratches on Ark’s arms.
“Tree branch,” I quip, pulling his cut across my breasts. “He wanted to hike in the middle of the storm, so I think he got everything he deserved.”
“Everything,” Ark purrs in agreement, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back into his chest. “Best hike of my life, hands down.”
I slap his fingers as they roam under his cut, tweaking my aching nipple.
After we got home last night, we took a shower together, and he soaped up my breasts until I came all over his thigh.
God knows how I managed to crawl to bed after that, but I’ve decided that nipple play has to be shelved for a while, since the poor nubs are in danger of falling off.
“Well, you smell pretty amazing,” Wings says, plopping Jedi on the floor. “And I’m really happy for you both.”
“Yeah, it’s about time you got your heads out of your asses,” Bluff grunts, earning a sour look from Ark. “Well, you know it’s true. Fungi have moved faster than you, boss.”
Pitt rolls his eyes and leans down to tweak the collar of Ark’s cut. “Does this mean you’re an official Flyer now, Abbie? Because I gotta say, I wouldn’t mind waking up to you like this every day.”
I flush at the heat in his eyes, but I’m preening a little, too. “You like it?” I run my hands down my chest, molding the vest to my curves. “I think I’d make a pretty good pres, given the competition.”
“Well, you’ve already got us wrapped around your finger.” Bluff leans down to nuzzle my neck. “Why not the rest of the club?”
I smirk, turning to catch his lips in a kiss while Ark’s phone buzzes on his nightstand.
He gets out of bed to answer it, his hand grazing the back of my head as he saunters towards the bathroom.
It’s hard not to follow him with my eyes, and Pitt uses my distraction to shove Bluff aside and press his own kiss to my scent gland.
I shiver at the sensation, and Wings slides closer, his eyes wide as he studies my throat.
“Ark pretty much annihilated my tattoo.” His fingers feather over the sensitive flesh.
“Maybe we should ink you somewhere less tempting next time.”
“Good luck with that,” Bluff snorts, flopping on my other side and wrapping a hand around my thigh. His honey and amber scent wafts up to me as he leans down to nibble my skin. “She’s basically a walking snack.”
Wings hums his agreement, but we all look up as Ark steps out of the bathroom door. “That was Sinner. The Chains have new intel and they’re moving the raid up to tomorrow night.”