Chapter 12 Rickon #2
A sob lodges in my throat, and he cups the back of my head to keep our mouths sealed together.
His tongue flits across my seam, and I open, soft putty in his hands.
My faint moans flit into his mouth, followed by my tongue.
So what if my dick bobs on his thigh and my sweat stains his shirt? He’s not pulling away in disgust.
Calli grasps my ass cheek and grinds me into him, startling a gasp out of me as my cock meets his hard hip. The friction’s perfect.
His fingertips dimple my skin, and then his hand slips around my thigh. I whimper as he brushes my length.
“Okay?” he murmurs right into my ear. “Can I help you?”
I wind his shirtfront so tight in my fist the top button snaps off before I pull him down for another kiss. Callisto chuckles, and as our lips meet, he closes his fist around my dick.
My best friend taking my cock in his hand is a moment I’ll never forget. I sag into his touch, and Calli grabs me around the waist.
“Whoa, careful,” he says with a soft chuckle.
I must have died and gone to heaven. I shake my head. “You have no idea—”
He strokes once and stars glimmer behind my closed lids, stealing my train of thought. It’s so, so good, I might die. My body rejects my shyness and thrusts shamelessly into his hand. And Calli fucking gasps.
Lightning touches my veins, and the first tingle of orgasm gathers in my balls.
Still supporting my weight, Callisto backs me to the couch and levers me down. He hooks one leg over me and strokes up and down, turning me into one giant moaning, writhing beast. I’m so lost, control skittering out of reach.
Huffing, I yank his head down and bite his lower lip. He’s into it. The most infuriating, popular, honey-mouthed lawyer is into me, Rickon Jones, the abandoned al-mega. His pants strain as his erection proves me right.
A flush runs up his neck as he balances over me, hand on my cock, lips pressed to mine.
I thrust shamelessly into his grasp, burning up with lust and joy.
Callisto’s beard prickles around me, adding the faintest specks of pain to our long-awaited union.
He shivers, hand tightening as he swivels his palm over my tip, massaging and scraping with mind-blowing sensitivity.
“F-fuck, Calli,” I gasp, clinging to his shoulders.
A moan echoes in his throat. I need more, more of him falling apart with me. More of his moans. I lift my knee, scraping his groin. His body jerks. Hard and thick on my shin, separated by a layer or two of thin fabric, I grind against his cock.
“Ricky! Oh fuck, Ricky,” he groans, staring down at me. “You’re so beautiful. You feel so good.”
Callisto drops his head to my shoulder, panting hard.
The noise, the scent, his hot pants brushing my ears.
It’s unbearably magnificent. His lips run along my neck.
If Callisto tried to bond me like this, I’d let him possess me without a hint of resistance, but he turns it into a kiss.
My senses reel, alpha musk, omega haze, and skin-to-skin contact burning me inside and out.
I’m so close, I’ll explode any second. The tingles run through my entire body.
Callisto strokes his thumb up my hip and catches on the bond scar. I moan and arch as the sensitive spot sends fresh waves running through my body.
He freezes. “Ricky? What’s this?”
The tingles vanish like popped balloons at the icy tone in his voice.
Fuck. He doesn’t know Zack bonded me. Haven’t I told him yet? No, because the court case consumed every waking moment, and before that Callisto kept his distance, and we just—well, nothing’s been the same. Damn.
He jolts upright, loving gaze replaced by something much colder as his fingers press into the scar. “Is this . . . what I think it is?”
I swallow nervously. “Yeah, it’s a bond mark.”
“With Zack?” His mouth falls open, and suddenly it feels like the temperature in the room drops ten degrees. Callisto leaps off me, one hand dragging raggedly through his black hair as he paces. He whips around to face me, body rigid. “You let a feral alpha bond you? Are you insane, Rickon?”
Heat drains from my skin. Somehow, Callisto using my full name feels like a slap.
Like I’m in trouble for one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.
I sit up and cover my bond mark with one hand, feeling the sensitivity lingering under my fingers and the fainter flush of unrest deep in my chest from the resulting spiritual connection.
Normally I’d have plenty to say to explain it, but I’m naked and speechless from whatever just happened while Callisto’s eyes narrow and his body quivers with anger as he towers over me. The only words I can form are “He’s my alpha.”
Callisto explodes. “He’s a fucking man-child in an adult body!
Half of him is still raging lunatic, Ricky!
How could you let him inside your head like that?
Do you even know how dangerous that man is?
” He flings one arm out as he continues his tirade.
“It’s a one-way ticket to insanity. What if he compels you?
An alpha like you couldn’t resist anything a maniac with his level of domination commanded. What were you thinking?”
An alpha like me? What, someone weak? All the childhood scathing insults flit through my head.
Al-mega. Fresh tears coat my lashes as I stare up at him.
I can’t refute his reasons . . . All those things ran through my mind when Zack first “asked.” It is dangerous.
While a bond allows an empathy connection, it also makes it easier for an alpha to exert his will on his pack mates.
This is even more hazardous in Zack’s situation because I’m the one teaching him.
If he explodes, we could all get caught in his mental outburst.
So why did I do it?
I link my hands over my bare knees and stare at them. Because I love him. Because I saw how much he needed to know what his pack members felt. Because primal is the only language he knows right now.
I dash tears from my eyes and glance up, feeling a strange hardening in my heart. No, not hardness. Strength. “Zack can’t understand all my words, so I gave him the language of my heart. In order to be trusted, you must be trustworthy.”
Callisto rocks back like I’ve struck him.
With a grunt, I haul myself to my feet, feeling every sticky, naked inch of myself exposed in the bright light.
My heart breaks all over again, but my words come out steady.
“I might appear a weak alpha to you, but that’s not how Zack sees me.
” Not at all. He views me with wonder, curiosity, and a ton of respect.
Callisto blinks fast, and then the flush drains from his face. He shakes his head. “No, no, Ricky. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not that you’re weak. It’s that nobody could handle that kind of mental mess without it straining them.” He steps closer, bunching his hands. “Zack’s—”
“I think you should leave now.”
His indrawn hiss cuts through the air, and sadness glints in his eyes. His mouth opens and closes, and then he turns away. “If that’s what you think is best.”
I watch his rigid back as he collects his keys and laptop, my pulse frantic in my throat.
My body throbs as hormones and emotion collide, leaving me winded.
But a glance over at Red calms the inner turmoil.
She’s been so brave; I can be brave too.
In fact, if I can set my hurt aside, logically speaking it’s easy to tell Callisto’s working through something.
His upset stems from a source other than me.
He needs to go on that full journey alone because right now, my omega is more than I can carry.
Callisto has his hand on the doorknob when a twisted rush feeds through the mate bond, distant but chaotic. Like a hollow voice screaming. I gasp and double over with the force of it. How damn poetic, when Calli just warned me about the possible side effects of a bond.
“Ricky?” Callisto rushes to my side and grabs my shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
Chills run through me, and I drop onto the couch. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp, clawing at my chest. The rage of a primal alpha floods into me, overrunning my senses. Within me, I sense Zack’s typhoon of fear for his pack. I grab Calli’s arm in a death grip. “Did you tell Zack about Red going into heat?”
His eyes widen. “Yeah, I sent the message to the prison to be relayed to him. I haven’t seen him again since—”
The tangled mess cutting me to shreds makes me cry out. I spasm, the sensation so strong it’s painful. “I don’t think he got the memo,” I choke out, fingernails digging deep into Callisto’s skin.
Our gazes meet with shared horror.
Fuck. I should’ve explained more in the past weeks, but I thought we’d be together. Fear hollows out my stomach as my pack alpha’s furious howl vibrates through my soul.