Chapter 32
“That was a mistake.”
My stomach cramps painfully, and it’s everything I can do to keep the pain that has ricocheted through my body off of my face.
How did one little kiss flood my panties with slick and leave me aching and crampy like I’m going into heat? With one stroke of his tongue, my head went fuzzy, and in my gut, I knew that if we went any further, I was going to lose control.
As much as it pains me, I can’t let that happen.
But Matteo doesn’t live in my body, and the way that his face falls at my words tells me I need to elaborate on what is going on before I hurt him any more than I already have.
“Because I think I’m having a heat flash,” I grit out through another annoyingly painful cramp. “As soon as you kissed me, I felt it burning, and I started cramping.”
The words lift a weight off his shoulders, and he relaxes into the surface of my makeshift nest. “My kiss was hot enough to trigger a heat flash? That makes me feel loads better.”
“Sorry, my brain fogged up and I didn’t consider the impact my words would have on you in an intimate moment.” Another wave of pain overwhelms me, and I whimper as I dig my fingertips into my abdomen. “Mother fucker, why is this happening so fast? I just went off the suppressants!”
“I don’t know, you’re the doctor.” Matteo moves slowly, giving me time to stop him before he pushes my hands gently out of the way.
It’s a surprise that I’m not uncomfortable with his touch right now.
His fingers replace mine, gently massaging the fleshy spots between my hips.
His sweet, buttery scent is intense and seems to fill every inch of this space, as if every molecule of air I pull into my lungs is saturated with him.
I want to lick him. I want to taste every inch of him and see if it’s as good as he smells. Consume him. I need to throw him on his back and rub my scent into his skin, claim him as mine. I want to lower myself onto his straining co-
“Yes, well, hard to access my doctor brain when my Omega brain is being a complete hussy.” My breathing is labored, just a step under panting, and the way Matteo smirks at me doesn’t help to lessen the heat between my thighs.
“What is your Omega brain saying, Alex ?” The way he draws out my name, his lips nearly touching my ear, has my body shivering in carnal delight. “Maybe if you give her what she wants, she’ll let you off easy on this spike.”
He watches me as he moves his hands across the soft flesh of my belly, eyebrow raised in a silent question.
I bite my lip and dip my head in a slight nod.
He smiles wickedly, and my back arches as he drags his fingers underneath the band of my pants.
“I don’t think that’s how it works, Matteo,” I whisper breathlessly.
“It’s not like it’s a separate entity making decisions. ”
Except, right now, it feels that way.
“Shh,” he shushes me. “Do you want me to stop?” The thought of losing the warmth of his hand has me whimpering out my dissent. His eyes are soft as he continues to trail his fingers right under the band of my boxers. “I’m giving you plausible deniability here. To help you preserve your pride.”
“My pride?” I inhale sharply as his finger dips lower, teasing the hair between my legs. Unlike the meadow I escape to in times of pain and fear, my brain is trying to shut down and let me ride as a passenger in my body. To give myself over to my Omega and enjoy the sensations.
And I’m so tempted to let it happen.
“Yeah, the stubborn belief you have that you don’t need us.
” He leans forward and nips the tip of my nose.
“You do, by the way. So I’m giving you an out.
” His finger dips lower, barely brushing against my slit.
“Let me take care of you, and you can blame it on your Omega instincts when you inevitably regret it.”
Wouldn’t that be nice? To let the beautiful Beta ease me through what is promising to be a painful spike?
If I allow my instincts to take over, am I any better than an Alpha who cannot control himself around an Omega?
I am stronger than that. I never lost control with Rich.
I can’t just let a pretty face and a good smell break through my walls and leave me vulnerable.
A particularly painful cramp has me yelping, and I know my eyes are wide in a silent plea to my Beta.
He raises an eyebrow in question, and when I nod, Matteo slips his finger between my lips and strokes up my clit in a smooth motion that immediately erases the pain and leaves my head blissfully empty.
And then his hand is gone, out of my pants, leaving me whimpering and whining when it rests beside my head as he cages me in.
“Say yes, Alex. I’m your Beta. Let me show you how good I can be at taking care of you.”
It’s not a question anymore. Maybe he’s right about these Omega instincts, because right now, I couldn’t deny him if I wanted to.
And there is not a single part of me that wants to.
“Yes.”
The word is barely out of my mouth before his lips are on mine, his body pressing me deeper into Jude’s bed. I can feel the firmness of his cock resting against my thigh, and it makes me whine into his mouth.
I want it.
I want him.
Desperately.
I don’t remember the last time I felt this way. Maybe I never have. My body is buzzing with desire, starved of loving touches for so long that his gentle affection threatens to be the end of me.
Most go a little nose blind to their scent, and I’m no exception, but my pheromones are so thick that my chocolate scent has drizzled over Matteo’s kettle corn in a delicious mix that makes my toes curl.
Matteo’s hands roam my body, dragging down the length of me before moving back up and gently squeezing my breasts as his lips devour mine.
His tongue is curious, dancing across mine, begging it to come out and play.
When I meet him with mine, they move together in a way that feels practiced.
One of his hands drags down my body, dipping under my waistband again .
But my rational brain interrupts our fun, and I push him away gently.
Both of our chests are heaving as he looms over me. My throat feels dry as I choke out the words, “Wait, what about Quinton? Shouldn’t you discuss this with him first?”
Matteo chuckles and sits back on his heels. His cock tents his lounge pants, and his brown skin is flushed. His eyes drag down my body with as much impact as his hands would have, leaving my body aching with want for him.
“If you think he’s going to be anything other than so jealous he can’t see straight, you’re mistaken.
” He leans down and pulls my earlobe between his teeth, softly biting down before whispering, “And he’s going to clean every bit of your slick off me with his tongue before I fuck him into the mattress tonight. Wanna watch?”
The erotic words have my cunt clenching, my stomach cramping, and a whine escaping me at a pitch that is straight up embarrassing. Matteo slants his lips over mine briefly before dragging himself down towards my feet, taking my pants with him.
He buries his nose in the dark curls at the apex of my thighs and inhales deeply.
“Do you understand how good you smell? Like the best dessert in the world.” I make a strangled sound as he teases his tongue against my heated flesh.
He groans, then dives his tongue deep between my lips, frantically lapping up the slick that has pooled there. “Fuck, you taste like it too.”
I weave my fingers into his hair, and he groans into my skin when I pull tightly.
I watch his body move, his hips grinding into the mattress as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
The sensation has me feverishly lifting my hips up to meet his mouth.
My toes curl into the blankets as a particularly well-placed thrust of his tongue has me throwing my head back in pleasure.
He’s feasting on me like I am his last meal, and the sound of it fills the air in an indecent melody.
I can now confidently say it’s never felt like this before.
He slips a finger inside me, immediately quieting the cramps that have been registering in the background of my mind, and I clench around the digit.
He looks up from between my thighs, a picture of sin and desire.
His pupils are blown, and his eyes are shiny with lust, his face glistening, as he throws his head back with a groan.
“Do you need to be filled, Omega?” His voice is as close to a purr as a Beta can get, and he slides another finger inside me as he asks. “Because it seems like your sweet pussy needs something to hold onto.”
Is that a step I want to take?
Okay, yeah, I want to take that step. But is it one I should take?
Matteo must see the war of indecision on my face because he pushes a third finger inside me, and my vision momentarily goes white with pleasure. My Beta curls his fingers inside me, stroking that spot that’s meant to take a knot, leaving me panting and moaning wantonly.
“Don’t think, Alex,” he tells me, gently massaging inside me. “Don’t let your trauma make this decision for you. Don’t let them into our bed. I want your gut instinct here. Do you want me?”
“Yes,” I cry out as his thumb hits my clit and my body shudders with an orgasm that is better than any I’ve had before.
My shouts of pleasure feel so loud, I’m sure they can be heard from the big top.
When I come down from the sensation, my instincts are calmed, and my cramping has stopped, so I have nothing to blame for what happens next.
“I want you so fucking bad, Matteo.”
He pulls his plain red t-shirt off with one hand, and shoves his pants off his hips while keeping his fingers inside me.
“That’s it, ask for what you want, Omega.
” He leans forward, pressing a searing kiss to my mouth.
Our tongues tangle together as he continues working my clit, and I feel another orgasm twisting inside me, so close I can taste it.
“Use your words. Tell me what you want, what you need. Whatever you ask for is yours. Let me worship you.” He curls all three of his fingers inside me as he bites down on my lower lip.
The sharp bite of pain awakens something primal in me, and I explode with pleasure at the taste of copper on my tongue, being shared between us.
A part of me wakes up, screaming that this Beta is mine, that one taste of him isn’t enough. I need more.
“What do you want, Omega?” He asks softly against my mouth, even though he knows what I want, what I need.
I should push him away. I should put a stop to it here and now, because we both know that I have to leave. That this can’t be forever.
I’m not that selfless.
So we’ll pretend. We’ll pretend it can be more, because it feels so right. Like we were always going to end up here.
Kismet.
“Fuck me, Matteo.”
His lips brush across mine, and a lazy smile curls the corner of his lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Matteo maneuvers between my hips, his strong hand gripping my thigh, throwing it over his shoulder.
He smoothly slides a pillow under my ass, propping my hips up comfortably.
He holds the base of his dripping cock as he teases it across my clit playfully, sending bolts of electricity through my body.
“Please,” I beg, my fingers curling in the sheets so I don’t claw at him in desperation. “Please fuck me, Beta. ”
His eyes flash with feral intent as he shoves his hips forward, sliding easily into my soaking wet pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as he pistons his hips into me. Moans tumble from his lips, in a desperate symphony that has me clenching and writhing underneath his lithe body.
“Fuck,” he groans, snapping his hips as he fucks into me with a sultry moan. “You feel like everything. Like every fantasy I ever had come to life.” He kisses my ankle tenderly as he pounds into me, something no one has ever done before.
Something about the gentle, romantic gesture while he’s fucking me like he’s mad at me has a piece of me cracking open inside. A part of the ice around my heart chips off and shatters on the floor of the trailer.
I’m waking up, and I didn’t even know I was asleep. That voice in my head is loud, chanting that his is mine, that this is right as his teeth start to tease the flesh of my calf.
It’s playful, at first. Then he bites down, and a mix of pain and pleasure courses through me so strongly that I come, screaming, and lift up off the bed, throwing my arms around his neck.
My leg slips off his shoulder, and my Beta wraps his arms around my upper body, clutching me to his chest. Matteo fucks me through my orgasm, but before I can come down, the part of me that makes me “me”, overrides everything and latches onto the thin skin underneath his ear, right by his scent gland and bite down.
Hard.
My Beta screams, his release taking him by surprise as much as the claiming bite I just left.