Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
OLIVIA
The packhouse is empty when we arrive, which is probably good. I’m not sure I’d have the confidence to throw myself at Sawyer if the whole pack was here, but seeing as we’re alone, I fall into his arms as soon as the door is closed.
Sawyer hooks his hands under my ass and hoists me up. I wrap my legs around his, catching his mouth and falling into his familiar kiss. Every inch of my body craves his on mine.
“Take me to your room,” I say, breaking the kiss for air.
“Liv, we don’t—”
“I want to. Don’t you?” I’m tired of going slow.
His eyes heat and his fingers flex on my ass. “Yeah, Liv. I want to.”
Pressing my mouth to his, I whisper, “Then why don’t you knot your omega, alpha?”
“You’re dangerous.” He carries me to his bedroom, using his foot to shove the door open and kick it closed as I pepper him with kisses and grind against his stomach. “Fuck, Liv, I can feel your slick already.”
“I’m ready.”
Kissing me, he carefully lays me down on the bed, kneeling over me as he takes his time tasting every inch of my mouth.
“Please knot me,” I say again, wondering if I haven’t been clear.
“I will,” he murmurs, mouth grazing down my throat. He breathes in my scent—sweet and musky with need—and groans. “My omega.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He sits on his heels, reaching for my shirt. I lift up to help him take it off. Sawyer’s nostrils flare when he sees my lacy black bra, his gaze flicking to mine. “Really, baby?”
I bite my lip and hook my fingers in the band of my pants. “My thong matches the bra.” I slide the pants down my hips.
Sawyer tugs them off my calves, palms landing on my bare skin as he takes me in with a certain kind of reverence. When his gaze snares mine again, and all his desire and lust shimmer at the surface, my throat goes dry.
I’ve never had a man look at me the way he and his pack do. They make me feel sexy.
“Did you wear this for me?”
I nod, perching on my forearms. “Do you like it?”
“Love it,” he corrects, reaching one hand behind his back and tugging his shirt off in one swift movement. The ridges of his abs beg to be caressed, but he scoots back, tugging off his pants and boxers.
My eyes flare at the sight of his hardened length. How is that cock and a knot going to fit inside of me? My core throbs with need. I guess my body has decided we’ll make it work.
Sawyer fists himself and pumps once. My gaze shoots to his face, and he smirks, releasing his shaft and crawling back onto the bed.
Heart racing, I watch my alpha crawl on top of me with nothing but excitement buzzing through my veins.
“You.” He plants his hands on either side of my body and looms over me, lips inches from mine. “Are fucking perfect.”
Heat crawls up my neck. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He gives me a lopsided smile, lowering his hips to meet mine. It’s not fair I’m still clothed, because the panties rob me of the full heat of his cock.
“So pretty in lace for your alpha, aren’t you, baby?” He rubs himself against the damp, lacy scrap of material that clings to my skin. “So fucking wet too,” he murmurs, eyes shifting between mine. “What do you feel?”
I exhale. “Impatient.”
He chuckles, nudging my cheek with his nose and brushing his mouth over my skin. “Tell me what you feel.” He rolls his hips again. His length presses into the most sensitive parts of me, but it’s not enough. Not even close.
“An ache,” I confess. That’s barely enough to explain. I feel incomplete. The only thing that’ll fix it is Sawyer inside me.
He hums, kissing down my neck as he grinds into me.
My walls clench. “I feel empty.”
“That won’t do,” he whispers against my skin. “What does my omega want?”
His lips close around my nipple, sucking on it through the material of the bra.
I gasp and say, “You” as my back arches. My legs find their way around his waist, and I shift my hips back and forth, chasing friction.
One of his hands slips between our bodies, and he pushes the fabric aside with two fingers, driving them inside me. My mouth parts at the stretch. His thumb finds my clit, and he uses his teeth to free my breast from its lacy confines.
“Look at you,” he purrs, lips caressing over me. “So fucking delicious.”
I rock with the thrusting of his fingers. “Please, it’s not enough.”
He hums as he sucks on my nipple, eyes lifting to meet mine as he circles my clit a little faster.
“Please, Sawyer.”
“Patience, Liv.” My alpha worships my breast as his touch sends little zaps of pleasure through my body. He curls his fingers, pressing against that spot deep inside me and working his thumb even faster.
“Oh,” tumbles past my lips.
He purrs, the sound vibrating through my body, and gently bites my nipple.
Pain and pleasure wage war inside me. Sawyer’s fingers curl again, and I grasp the sheets, tilting my hips, panting, writhing, wanting to escape the sensations bombarding my body, but he doesn’t let me.
Sawyer drags me kicking and screaming to an orgasm, that wicked mouth sucking hard on my nipple as he applies more pressure against my clit.
More than I can stand. More than my body is meant to take, but when it feels like too much, like my entire body is about to break, everything coils tight before bursting. Pleasure ricochets through me, and I cry out, clinging to the only thing that makes sense—my alpha.
Sawyer coaxes me down, pulling off my breasts with a soft pop. “That was beautiful.”
“But I want more,” I confess, and somehow it’s true. He’s gifted me with countless orgasms, and here I am, ready for yet another.
“We’re not even close to done yet,” he says, sliding his fingers out of me and bringing them to my mouth. “Taste how sweet you are.”
I grab his wrist and seal my mouth around his fingers, eyes latched on to his as I swirl my tongue over his skin, cleaning them. Surprised to find that I don’t hate the taste. His thumb swipes over my cheek, leaving a trail of moisture and his scent behind.
Every time he marks me, I want nothing more than to bear a bond mark. A permanent reminder that I belong to this pack.
When I’m done cleaning his fingers, he slides my panties off. “I need your help, Liv,” he says, cradling my head.
My eyebrows lift.
“Grab my cock, baby.”
Heat swoops through me. I bite my cheek, gaze roaming down the hard planes of his body to find he’s still hard, more than ready.
“Okay,” I murmur. My fingers brush over his length and he hisses.
I know enough now to understand I didn’t hurt him, only that his reaction means he's as desperate to be inside me as I am to have him there.
Glancing up at him, I grasp his dick. “Like this?”
“That’s perfect,” he says, tongue dashing out to wet his lips. “Now put me where you want me.”
“Inside of me.”
“If that’s what you need.”
It is. God, is that what I need. I glance between our bodies again and guide him to my center, until his warm tip nudges against my entrance. My heart slams against my rib cage, the anticipation of what it’ll feel like, if it’ll hurt, how long the knot will last, all of it racing through my mind.
“Eyes on me, omega,” Sawyer barks.
My focus snaps to his face, the command washing over me and pushing away all that noise.
“Still want me to be your first?”
“More than anything.”
Pride shines on his face. “My omega is a good girl, isn’t she?”
I want to be the best girl.
He slowly pushes in, watching my mouth part as he begins to stretch my walls, and threads his fingers through my hair. “Tell me what you feel,” he rasps, rocking with his tip barely inside of me.
“A stretch. Heat. Warmth. Need.”
“What do you need, baby?”
“More.” I search his face. “I want it all, Sawyer.”
“Soon,” he says, sliding in a little more. A soft whine slips past my lips, and I clench around him. “Fuuuuuck,” Sawyer moans. “You feel so fucking good, Liv.”
“More,” I beg, hooking my legs around his waist and trying to force him in, but he resists. I growl.
Sawyer’s chuckle is dark and seductive. “Let me enjoy this,” he murmurs. “Let me savor how you stretch around a cock for the first time. How I’m the one filling you first.”
His words pacify me, and I tip my head, studying the flex of his jaw as he rolls his hips, testing this depth, as if wanting to memorize every millisecond.
“I’ve never had anyone before,” I whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I always wanted it to be you.” And it’s true. All those fantasies about him when I was younger had him being my first.
“Liv,” he warns.
“I wanted you to take my virginity, Sawyer.” I lightly drag my nails up his back. “To be the first to . . . fuck me.”
He sinks a little deeper, eyes narrowing. “I see,” he rasps. “You want to be a naughty omega, huh?” He barely gives me time to adjust to him half inside of me before pushing in more.
I gasp.
“You want more, don’t you, baby?”
“Yesssss,” I moan, tilting my hips. Heat swirls, and if he’s not all the way inside of me, I’m afraid I might burn up.
“Want your alpha to fuck and fill you?”
My heart skips at the thought. I bite my lip and nod.
“Say it,” he barks.
“I want you to fuck and fill me,” I say on command.
His eyes sparkle with devious delight, and he slams his hips forward, thrusting the rest of the way.
“Sawyer!” He’s so big it almost hurts, but my slick helps him fit. The touch of pain subsides as he starts to move, his hardened length gliding in and out of me. Every stroke feels a little better.
He captures my next moan as he swirls his hips. “You’re going to take everything I give you, baby.”
“Yessss,” I hiss as he pulls his hips back, his length dragging almost all the way out of me.
Take it all in one go? “I don’t know that I can,” I whisper.
His gaze searches mine. “Trust me?”
I nod.
He smirks. “You can take it.”
“Okay,” I breathe.