Chapter 36 Red #2
“You’re not gonna get away with this,” Rickon says, nuzzling the valley between my breasts.
“Get away with what?” I murmur around his thumb.
“With seducing me.”
“Oh?” I ask, breathless with anticipation.
He drags his hand away and scoots upright, snapping open the fastener on my pinstripe pants. With determined moves, he strips them and my cotton briefs down my thighs. His warm hands slide down my legs to pressure my knees, opening me to his inspection.
“Fuck,” he whispers, leaning on my thighs and staring down as if my pussy’s the most beautiful sight in the world.
It’s worship, plain and simple, and my heart swells with love.
Rickon lowers his head, his breath tickling my flushed skin.
His lips brush my folds, planting a soft kiss.
With a soft murmur of appreciation, my alpha slides further down the mattress, wriggles to get comfortable, and then deepens the kiss.
I gasp as his tongue slides through my pussy with purpose, searching out my clit. “Alpha!” I moan, bucking my hips. His fingers dig into my thighs in warning, holding me in place as he sucks.
I grip the closest pillow and whimper as my belly melts into lava and my legs shiver with need. Rickon’s heated kiss shifts through my folds, and his vanilla scent darkens as he discovers my slick.
“More,” he demands, hands sliding up over my waist and ribs to find my breasts.
“Shit,” I whimper, convulsing as he flicks my aching nipples. “You’re gonna make me come like that.”
“Tha’s the poin’,” he says, muffled by my pussy.
The bond between us flares with potent need, sending sparklers running through my nerves. It confirms the truth that my body and scent drive him wild. Rickon’s licks turn more desperate, and he hunts through my soaked folds, seals his mouth to my pussy, and sucks hard.
A ragged cry slips through my throat.
Outside, the police officer swears.
I vibrate with a chuckle.
Rickon pauses. “I think you like being heard, Red Jones.”
“I like being yours,” I correct. “And I like people knowing I’m yours.” My legs quiver, and a faint sweat mists my skin.
“I see.” He sounds dark, and a little dangerous, his buttery scent thickening into caramel. It reminds me of the second time we had each other, when he descended into rut. Not quite the same, but close.
Rickon laps at me, hands busy in my most sensitive areas, and everywhere he touches heats me to boiling point. From within and without, I’m surrounded by his burning desire.
I tense and groan. Rickon shifts one hand, slipping the thumb I sucked inside my pussy, and then grinding it back and forth. He sucks my clit and I cry out, arching as the lava inside me breaks loose. I shudder and heave, calling his name as I gush onto his tongue.
He kneels up, breathing hard, his lovely lips coated in my gloss. “That one’s for me,” he murmurs.
I watch him through half-closed eyes as I pant for breath.
“Now this one’s for Zack.” He digs an arm under my back and hauls me upright.
A cry escapes me as he drags me toward the foot of the mattress before flipping me over onto my belly.
I land on top of the round sleeping bag, and he rolls me forward until it sits under my hips, my bare ass presented upward.
“Alpha,” I whine, the desire in my belly thickening with dangerous intensity. I feel like I could lose my mind right here, surrounded by his sweet scent, with traces of Callisto still on the mattress.
“Hold on, my love,” he says, tracing the curves of my ass.
“To what?” I gasp out.
He grasps my hips, and his silky cock slides along my seam with promise. I tremble with energy and expectation, still hot and blown from my first orgasm.
His tip pressures my pussy, and I moan. Instinctively I get my knees under me, tightening my lines and tilting my waist.
“That’s my darling omega,” he purrs, and the praise strips every thought away.
“Fuck me,” I plead, pressing back into him.
Rickon slides his cock in deep, and I shiver.
“Say my name, Red,” he says, voice rasping.
“Rickon,” I answer immediately.
“And who am I to you?”
Another easy question. “My alpha. My first alpha.”
He thrusts, and the movement sends me sprawling across the smooth canvas flooring. I gasp as I crash into the tent’s door flap—which Josef didn’t zip all the way down in his hasty exit. Rickon thrusts again, filling me deep.
I rock forward, and my hand hits grass outside the tent, but my shoulder catches on the doorway itself, stopping me from flopping right through.
But I can still see the patrol car, the shocked officers helplessly watching, and one laughing agent who’s already turned his back.
Red and blue lights swirl over the ground, coloring my skin like a nightclub.
I try to push back, but Rickon’s behind me, thrusting as deep as he can get, hands gripping my hips and alpha scent rising.
And I thought I was the devious one.
“We’ll, er, be finished packing soon,” I call out, strangled by my own panted breath and laughter.
Rickon slams his thighs up against my ass, driving deep. Fuck, he’s so big; the stretch feels amazing. The cool night air catches on my sweat and steals my moans away as he thrusts his cock into me over and over. My alpha wants everyone to know whose omega I am, and I’m thrilled to oblige.
“Alpha!” I moan loudly.
The officers hurry back to their car and slam the doors shut.
I giggle as I close my eyes and hang on to the tent edge and a grass tussock. A few experimental rocks back have Rickon growling with need, and we match rhythm, both of us desperate to merge our bodies and wring out every drop of ecstasy.
I gasp as love and desire flood down the bond. Zack’s joining in, his attention fixed on us.
“Feel your alphas?” Rickon asks breathlessly.
“Yeah.” I don’t have breath for any more words, hanging on for dear life as Rickon pounds into me with all the desire an alpha could have. He’s mine, and he’s bound himself to me.
A sob catches in my throat, and I call his name over and over, all awareness fading until it’s just us two with traces of Zack urging us on to our shining finish.
With an explosion of heat and tingles, I come apart and flop, trembling, on the ground. My alpha groans and stiffens, his thrusts slowing as he doubles over my spine and quivers with his release. Rickon drags me backward into his arms, holding me tight as the aftershocks consume us.
He kisses the side of my neck, and then his teeth graze along my back. Not in warning, but in promise. One day, the bond between us won’t be via proxy.