Chapter 11
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Sam
My little troublemaker seems to be back to her usual fiery self today as she stares up at me, chin jutted out. “I’m not backin’ outta the plan, and you can’t make me.”
After she got her nest set up yesterday just how she wants it, minus the color of the walls, of course, she mentioned that Maeve said the omegas wanted to come help paint while we were gone.
Which made me realize something we all seemed to have magically forgotten about yesterday.
“We failed to take into consideration the fact that your heat could start any damn second, Trouble,” I snap, taking a step forward. My hands itch to go to her sides, to hold her close to me, but I restrain myself. I have to hold my ground.
For her sake.
“I haven’t had a spike in two days,” she snaps right back. “Maybe the doctor was wrong, and my heat ain’t comin’ after all!”
I give her a look. “Really? That’s bullshit, and you know it.”
She huffs, before her head falls back, baring the column of her throat to me.
Fuck, I want to bite it.
Why does fighting with Jo turn me on so much? Maybe her pheromones are sending me into a pre-rut.
Her groan makes my dick twitch. “Dammit, I know! We should have waited to schedule the dinner until immediately after my next spike so we’d have some time. But now, we’re havin’ me go to dinner with them tomorrow, and what are we supposed to do? We can’t just…not go!”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I sigh, wondering who the hell could be texting me when very few people have this number, and they’re all currently on the compound.
I blink when I see it’s a message from West, who last time I checked, was in the room next to the nest. He had said he needed to check his emails on one of the computers Declan supplied us with today.
The message is a link to an article labeled “The Six Knottiest Ways to Induce Your Heat Spikes” from a website called “The Omega Oracle”.
“What is it?” I glance up at Jo to see her frowning at me. “Is everythin’ okay?”
“I think…” A huff leaves me as I shake my head. “I think that maybe these walls are thinner than I thought.” I turn the phone towards her, her eyes widening as she reads the title of the article.
I laugh, taking it back just in time to see another message pop up.
West
It’s our best option.
“Well…” she trails off, and when I look back up at her, she’s twirling a piece of hair around her finger. “I only caught a glimpse of the first one, but I’m pretty sure it said sex could trigger them.”
I frown. “I don’t want our first time to be because we’re trying to induce a spike.”
She pops a hand on her hip. “So you’d rather it be durin’ the spike? Or worse, durin’ my heat when I can’t remember any of it? Or were you plannin’ to sit out on the days-long fuck-fest?”
“Of course not, but—” I stop when she jams a finger into my chest.
“But what, Sam? Those are our options. It’s too late for anythin’ else. We had plenty of time at the safehouses, but you were on some self-righteous mission to cock-block yourself. At the time, I accepted it. But we’re safe now. And I can’t…I can’t help but feel like you don’t really want me.”
My mouth gapes, and it’s like my mind goes blank.
That’s the only explanation for the next words that come out of my mouth.
No adamant refutal of her completely incorrect statement.
Not even an explanation. “Why would anyone even want to induce a heat spike? How do we know this article isn’t just some weird, made-up bullshit designed to… keep heat clinics in business?"
She gives me an incredulous look. “Keep heat clinics in business? Do you hear yourself right now?”
I wince, but instead of admitting I’m being an idiot, I double down.
You know, as is in my alpha nature.
“They’re probably trying to make people check in to heat clinics for the length of their spikes plus their heat.” I cross my arms. “I’m not going to be bullied into rushing our first fully intimate moment by a company who…has such little respect for omegas.”
“Are you bein’ ridiculous on purpose? Even if that were true—which, it’s not, by the way—that doesn’t mean…
” she trails off with a sigh, crossing her arms as a look of pure resignation takes over her face.
“You know what? Believe it or not, Sam, omegas have lives and commitments outside of their heats, and they might try to adjust the timin’ a little.
Life doesn’t stop for us. It never has, and that won’t change just because our bodies turn against us. ”
For the first time…in, well, ever, I don’t know what to say.
And it must be written all over my face because she sighs again.
“Alright. Well, I’m goin’ on this mission one way or another, so I s’pose I’ll get one of the other guys to help me.
Do you mind?” She gestures to the door as if motioning for me to leave, and my chest tightens.
The rejection, even if that’s not really what it is, stings like a bitch, and something in me snaps.
“Yes, I do mind,” I growl, crossing my arms. “I’m not fucking going anywhere.”
“Well then you’re about to get an eyeful of someone else fuckin’ me, and I don’t want you touchin’ yourself or me.
” Fire burns in her fucking infuriating eyes, and I find myself uncrossing my arms and taking a step towards her.
Her voice only raises, her chin tilting up as she continues to lay into me.
“You’re not my bodyguard, and I’m not a damn client!
I’m your fuckin’ omega, and if you want to keep me, you better start fuckin’ actin’ like it! ”
Her chest heaves as she breathes, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. My breath leaves my nose like I’m a damn bull, and I can’t believe I let it get this far. Let her believe for one moment that she isn’t everything to me. My very reason for existence. My damn heart outside of my body.
So I do the only thing I can think of.
My mouth slams into hers, drawing a gasp as hands that have just as much blood on them as mine reach up to cup my face. She bites my lower lip as my hand twines through the hair at the nape of her neck, drawing a growl out of me.
She moans into my mouth at the sound, and next thing I know, my free hand is hauling her up against me, my palm squeezing the fucking perfect firmness of her ass.
Her legs wrap around my waist like they were made to go there, and another growl rumbles out of me as her clothed pussy brushes my throbbing cock.
“Fuck,” she gasps as she grinds herself against me, “you.”
Turning, I walk us to the nest, and all but throw her down onto it. “Fuck me?” I pant, whipping my shirt off as quickly as I can.
“For makin’ me wait.” She scowls at me as she shimmies her pants off.
Pausing, I look at her.
Her flushed cheeks, the way her chest rises and falls.
The glazed look of her eyes as they take me in, but, more importantly…
The little kernel of hurt still lurking behind her need.
Slowly, I unbutton my pants, pull them down, and then step out of my boxers.
She’s in nothing but her panties by the time I’m crawling over her, bracing myself on my elbows above her body.
“Sam, what are you—”
“I’m sorry.” My words have her mouth snapping shut, and I take that as my cue to continue. “I mean, I’m not sorry for putting your safety above my pleasure. For…making you wait. But I am…I am sorry for not making it abundantly clear just how fucking in love with you I am.”
She looks up at me with those damn hypnotic eyes, and I hate the fact that I’m the one who put those tears there. “I…what?”
“I love you, Jo.” My voice is shaky, but I’ve never been more sure of my words.
“You’re fucking stubborn, hardheaded—a damn tornado of trouble and chaos.
And…you have a heart of pure gold. You’re so damn strong.
I would do anything for you. Will do anything for you.
Just…will you please forgive me for being an idiot who doesn’t know how to use his words? ”
A watery laugh leaves her, and her arms wrap around my neck before dragging me down for a kiss. “I forgive you,” she murmurs against my lips before kissing me slowly again. “And…I love you too, Sammy-boy.”
I smile against her mouth at her finally using my nickname before we collide again.
My body settles over hers as our kisses turn frantic, a hurricane of tongue and teeth that has me grinding my hips against her. She moans as my head rubs against the material covering her clit.
“Since I can’t hold up the promise I made back at the safehouse after you sucked my soul out of my body,” I murmur, lifting myself to hover over her, “I’m going to have to make up for it in a different way.”
Her back arches as I kiss her neck, goosebumps raising along my flesh as she rakes her nails down my back. “The promise…” she gasps as I nip at the skin of her collarbone, “where you said I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week?”
“Mhmm,” I take one of her nipples into my mouth as my hand reaches down between her legs. “I’m just going to have to settle for the next twenty-four hours.”
My fingers hook beneath her panties, drawing a groan out of me when I feel how soaked with slick she is.
Two fingers slide inside her easily, drawing a gasp out of my perfect omega as one of her hands lands on my head, holding me to her.
When my thumb brushes over her clit, her pussy squeezes my fingers so fucking beautifully.
“Sam!” she cries out, her hips moving as I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her.
Jo’s scent is so strong, I can’t hold back anymore.
Keeping my fingers inside her, I maneuver myself so I can replace my thumb with my tongue, groaning as her cinnamon apple decadence hits my taste buds.
Her hips continue to thrust in time with me, her babbling spurring me on.
“Sam, Sam, oh, fuck! Yes, right there, please!”
When her pussy starts contracting around my fingers again, I suck on her clit as hard as I can, and her scream could have shattered the windows, if they weren’t all made of bulletproof glass.
She rides the wave of her release, her fists tight in the blankets, and when her body relaxes, I don’t stop.
My tongue goes back to long languid licks up her slit, and she starts to squirm. “Sammy? I came—”
I snort. “I know.” Pressing a kiss to her clit, my forearm braces down across her hips. “And I want another one.”
She looks down at me, heat in her eyes and her bottom lip under her teeth. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
I keep my forearm on her hips, pinning her in place as I run my tongue from her ass to her clit. “You taste so fucking good, Trouble,” I can’t help but groan.
“Mmmm, Sammy…” She sighs as I continue my ministrations, lapping up every bit of arousal and slick that comes from my omega. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Slowly, I start to increase my speed. It’s not long before she’s crying out again, babbling my name as she shatters.
But I’m not done yet.
“Sammy,” she pleads, tears stinging her eyes from the intensity of her release. “Please, please fuck me.”
“One more.” I demand. “You’ll still be able to walk at this rate.”
“Sammy…” She tries to move her hips, but they’re still pinned down by my arm.
“If you really want me to stop, I will.” I look up into her eyes. “Just say, ‘no’, and I will remove my mouth from your deliciously perfect pussy and fuck you to both our hearts’ content. I won’t stop for anything else. But one word, Jo—stop. Say it, if that’s what you really want.”
She bites her lip, an expression of perplexity on her face.
But she doesn’t say it.
I lick her clit again.
Her hips try to move.
I keep them pinned.
“Sammm…” she whines, but she doesn’t say “Stop”.
“One more,” I murmur against her clit before diving back in with the voracity of a starving man.
“Ah, fuck! Sam! It’s too much!”
“Say stop, Jo,” I command, but she shakes her head. I suck her clit back into my mouth as I slip my fingers back into her.
By the time she comes, she has tears streaming down her cheeks, and I wait until her pussy has stopped clenching around me before I remove my fingers, pressing a kiss to her mound before looking up at her again. “You did so good for me, Jo.”
But when I really look at her, I realize it’s not tears, it’s sweat, and her pupils are blown.
She’s entered her heat spike.
“What do you need?” I ask, moving back up her body.
She whines as she grabs my shoulders, and rolls us so I’m on my back. In the next instant, she’s sinking herself down onto my cock, and letting out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.
Her hot, wet heat consumes my aching shaft, and I’ve never felt anything so divine in my entire life.
“Well, you’ve fuckin’ done it now, Sammy-boy,” she groans as she rides me, bracing her hands on my shoulders. “One heat-spike comin’ up.”
Her hair is wild, her cheeks flushed as she slides up and down my cock, and I swear I might come right here and now.
She must sense the way my dick starts to twitch, because she glares at me. “Don’t you dare,” she hisses, lowering herself until her pussy brushes against my knot. “Not until I’ve got that knot inside of me.”
“Fuck, I love you,” I groan, my head falling back as my hands grip her hips, helping her bounce on me.
She leans down, smashing her lips against mine, and then she’s pushing down as hard as she can until my knot slips inside her.
Oh, fuck.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve never knotted anyone before, but the feeling of being inside her makes my orgasm slam into me.
She lets out a moan of satisfaction as I stretch her, and the base of my spine tingles as she continues to move her hips in small circles.
“Ah, fuck, Jo!” My voice is nearly a whimper as my release takes over, her pussy contracting around me as I paint her walls with my cum.
She collapses on top of me, our sweaty skin sticking together as she lets out a breathless laugh. “Well, that might be the quickest a heat spike has come to pass in all of omega history.”
Chuckling, I kiss the top of her head.
There’s something settled between us now that wasn’t there before, and I hope to hell it only makes the coming days easier, not harder.