Chapter 42
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brIAR
“For a man who was so confident in being too late, you don’t talk like you believe that,” I whisper.
“I’m just being honest.”
Dash says I’m beautiful, but I wonder if he’s ever taken a good look in the mirror.
While he’s the more boyish-looking of the pack, he pulls it off perfectly.
The hints of charm and humour that have briefly appeared in our conversations fit his appearance to a T.
His deep pink lips that have a natural lift at the corner and the sparkle in his eyes that doesn’t dull regardless of how tense the atmosphere gets are two of my favourite features.
Wrap all of those things up in a pair of ripped jeans, a brightly coloured shirt with a cheesy joke front and centre, and a pair of skater shoes, and you’ve got one hell of a perfect beta.
His fears are valid.
I’m not the person to tell him they’re not.
Nobody gets to decide that but him.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try and prove him wrong as many times as it takes until he believes me.
“I like honest,” I say, our mouths so close to fusing together.
He grabs my waist and tugs.
“What else do you like?”
“Wouldn’t it be more fun if you had to figure that out for yourself?”
“Are you giving me permission to do just that?”
I bite the inside of my cheek as my lips quirk.
“Yeah, I’d say so.”
“Then I’ll stop stalling.”
I let him move me until both of my knees dig into the couch and his lap is beneath me.
Dash is the last one I’ve been intimate with, and the anticipation is eating me alive.
The only other man in the pack who hasn’t initiated much with me is Jasper, and I’m trying really hard not to take that to heart.
He’s been very open about how he feels about me, and I need to be patient.
Once my heat arrives, what we have and haven’t done will be the least of my concerns.
Regardless of Dash’s designation, I know he can smell how turned on I am.
How could he not when I’m perfuming on his lap?
His eyes turn glassy as he breathes in and plants a second hand on my waist. Lips slightly parted, he presses forward and finally closes that gap between our mouths.
Chocolate and peanut butter explodes around us as I grapple at his shirt and lean forward.
My breasts are squished against his chest, my nipples hard and sensitive.
It’s the taste of him that draws that first cry up my throat.
His kiss satisfies a purely primal need inside of me, the part of myself that has been kept at bay until the first day I met Landon.
This kiss confirms what I’ve been saying all along.
Dash is mine, and there isn’t a single part of me that can deny it.
My heart, mind, and soul all agree.
My instincts were right, just like I always knew they were.
Heat nips at my spine as I slide a hand behind his neck and tug at the short hairs there.
He meets my passion with a force of his own, a steady hand pressing into my lower back and urging me closer.
It’s still not enough.
There’s a call inside of me trying to reach him, and I shudder at the intensity of it, already preparing myself for the blast of need that attacks my belly.
I gasp, forcing our mouths to separate.
“Briar,” he groans, eyes flashing open.
I yank his head further back until his throat is exposed and scoot down his lap to get a better angle.
He spreads his legs and drops his hand to hold my ass.
My lips meet his throat before I jerk in place, my pussy clenching around nothing while dripping steadily.
“I need . . .” I can barely think.
Speaking isn’t working.
He tilts his head and digs his fingers into me.
“You can have whatever you need. Just wait to sink those pretty teeth into my neck until we’re ready, okay?”
I bring my nose to his throat and inhale, frowning at his words.
He smells sooooo good.
How can he not want me to bite him yet?
To mark him as mine?
I whine. He strokes the back of my head and shushes me, his touch crawling further down my backside.
“You’re okay, Briar. I know. I know what you’re feeling. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you. Finally. I just need you.”
His exhale is ragged.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
“Narrow it down for me before I decide that I’m going to risk pissing everyone else off and be the first one inside of you.”
I nod rapidly, flicking my tongue up his throat.
He may as well be sweating peanut butter with how strong his scent is.
I can’t get enough.
Without thinking twice, I slide my hands down between our bodies and tug at his jeans.
The belt buckle is a pain in my ass, and I nip at his throat in punishment.
Lust drowns out the sound of his curse.
He covers my hands and says my name.
I melt, loving that sound too much.
He says it with so much adoration and respect.
Like he truly believes I’m something precious.
“Let me see those bright eyes, beautiful.”
“Help me,” I beg, growling when his belt buckle won’t just undo already.
“This is a buckle from hell.”
His chuckle scrapes my peaked nipples, and I shiver, slick seeping through to wet my leggings.
There’s never been a chance of me hiding how aroused I am, but now?
It’s the most obvious thing ever.
“You’re having a spike,” he says, as if I need the warning.
“It’s not my first one. I know what I want.”
Finally, the buckle clacks, and I slip the leather through.
His hands are hot and slick with sweat where they hold mine, and that’s somehow really attractive to me right now.
“Briar—”
I press down on the thick length of him through the denim and purr, pleasure boiling in my belly.
He’s not as long as Landon or Jasper, but he’s thick.
As thick as Ronan, I’d bet.
But I’d need to do a side-by-side comparison to be able to know for sure.
Yes, I need them all right in front of me.
Moaning, I rip at the button.
Dash grunts under his breath and releases my hands to ghost his knuckle beneath my jaw.
It’s enough to draw my attention, my vision a bit hazy as I focus on his eyes.
“You’re not thinking clearly. You came in here tonight to get to know me better, not for me to fuck you. I won’t take advantage of you.”
“You’re not. I want you, Dash. I’m ready. Feel for yourself,” I rush out.
He lets me take his fingers and bring them to my belly before slipping them beneath my leggings and between my legs.
I watch for the moment he realizes I’m telling the truth.
The flash of lightning in his eyes and the tightening of his thighs only make me gush again.
And this time, his fingers are right there, hovering .
. .
“Dash!” I cry when he swipes one through my slick flesh and gives my clit a faint brush.
The last thing I want him to do is remove his hand, but when he does so only to bring his glistening fingers to his lips, I keep my complaints to myself.
With a crackling stare, Dash glides two long digits into his mouth and sucks them clean.
I’m a shaking mess. A live wire, primed and desperate for the spark that will send me over the edge.
“Like cookies, Bright Eyes. You taste good enough to devour.”
“I approve,” I moan, lowering myself firmly to his lap and going back for his pants.
Dash swallows and bundles my hair behind my shoulders.
“I’ll compromise with you.”
I get the button open and tug down the zipper.
At the first shove of his waistband, Dash lifts his hips for me.
It’s like I weigh nothing on his thighs.
With the way the thick muscles strain and flex beneath me, that doesn’t surprise me.
A happy sigh is all I can manage.
His boxers are brightly coloured, and the dark circle right below the band has me strangling a moan in my throat.
“You need relief, Briar. Right?”
I nod, lowering my hand to cup him through the soft fabric.
His dick pulses against my palm, encouraging me to continue my exploration.
“You can have it, but only my way. We’ll get those leggings off you, and once you’re bare, you can sit that pussy over my cock and get it nice and wet. I’ll split those soft lips and glide right through, but it’s not going inside. Not yet.”
“Oh, my god,” I breathe out, tingles erupting between my legs.
The wet spot in his boxers grows.
“Say you understand. I won’t strip you until you do.”
“I understand,” I whisper.
“Pull my boxers down then.”
I do, and I was absolutely right earlier.
He’s thick enough that I’m grateful we’re waiting until my heat.
I doubt I’d fit him inside right now.
But I will once I’ve gone into heat.
My body will take everything he and the others will give me and beg for more.
That’s the thing about heats.
Sometimes, you can lose sight of everything but the need to orgasm, and that’s why it’s always been so important to me to spend them with people I trust.
Orgasms might be the key to a somewhat manageable, pain-free heat, but being taken care of is just as important.
“I’ve never been with a beta before,” I reveal.
He drops a hand to grab his shaft, long fingers stroking the soft skin.
“I don’t have a knot, but I’ll still make you feel good.”
“I know. You already are.”
Satisfied with that, he replaces his hand with mine before starting to take my leggings off.
The fabric glides inch by inch down my hips and thighs until I’m forced to balance on one leg while he strips them off completely.
I don’t dare take my hand off his cock, though.
Not until I’m crawling up his legs and hovering above it, slick dripping down to coat him.
“All the way down, Briar. I want to feel you wrapped around me,” he coaxes.
The first press of us together is wet and warm, and when I rock my hips forward, I drop my mouth to his shoulder and moan.
My clit is so swollen it’s borderline painful.
Dash presses a hand between our bodies and holds my breast, the callouses on his palm scraping against my nipple in the most delicious way.
It’s nothing compared to the bliss of him pinching it and giving it the slightest tug.
“You feel incredible,” he mumbles, eyes struggling to focus.
I nod, grinding along the hot length of him.
We’re both wet, and I can’t tell if any of the mess we’ve made has come from him or just me.
“Keep moving, beautiful. I know you need it. Need to come all over me.”
“Give me yours too,” I beg, gently biting down on my shoulder.
The shirt he’s still wearing is a necessary boundary, even if it upsets my omega not to have unrestricted access to his skin right now.
“Yeah? You want my scent all over this pretty pussy?”
“Mmm.”
“Won’t take me long. Keep moving just like that and you’ll get what you want.”
Tilting my hips forward, I focus every forward glide on my clit and get the immediate response I need.
A climax hovers nearby, and when he brings his mouth to my chest?—
“Dash! Dash, I’m close.”
His words are slightly muffled by his hold on my nipple, and that ramps up their intensity.
“Soak me, Bright Eyes. This is the closest I’ve ever been to heaven. You’re an angel.”
Teeth scraping my sensitive breast, he tosses me over the edge.
The orgasm is so violent that I arch my back and scream.
Dash groans, low and deep, and lowers a hand to pluck at my clit while I press down on his shaft, drenching him.
“Gonna follow you, Briar,” he warns, the throbbing beneath me growing in intensity.
I’m still drunk on pleasure when I scramble off his lap and, without giving him any warning, drop to my knees and take him into my mouth.
“Shit! You’re magnificent,” he praises.
It only intensifies my desire to have him in my mouth.
As much as I’d love having his cum on my pussy, I know it’ll be better this way if this spike is anything like the last. And from the heat still blistering beneath my skin after an intense orgasm, I think it is.
He gathers my hair into a ponytail and warns, “Here it comes.”
I sneak in a breath before sliding my tongue along the bottom ridge of his cock and sucking the tip eagerly.
He pulses between my lips and, a second later, floods my mouth.
Before meeting these men, I wouldn’t have believed it if another omega told me that a scent match’s scent matches the taste of their cum, but after having both Ronan’s and Dash’s?
It’s fact.
I suck harder, moaning as I swallow.
Suddenly, the heat begins to pass.
I gasp, pulling back.
Goosebumps lift on my arms as my temperature falls back to normal.
The shake in my fingers is nothing compared to the weakness in my legs when I try and stand.
“Stay still, Briar. I’ve got you.”
Dash’s voice soothes me.
My smile is soft, maybe even a bit loopy, as he lifts me off the floor and onto the couch beside him.
The second he releases me and reaches down to tuck his dick away, I snap a hand out, stopping him while my omega makes her demands known.
With a whine trapped in my throat, I take his softening length in my hand and lower myself to a lying position on the couch.
He’s frozen for a moment, no doubt confused about what I’m doing.
The fingers that begin running through my hair and tapping at my lips tell me when he’s clued in.
“Go ahead, Bright Eyes. I’ll be here.”
“I like everything I’ve learned about you tonight,” I whisper before resting my head on his groin and taking him back into my mouth.
Cock warming is something I’ve never done before, but the one time I saw it on a sex-positive omega blog, it intrigued me.
Doing it now with Dash is confirming my immediate interest.
It’s beyond intimate, and I think that’s the perfect way to end what just happened between us.
The instant relief that rushes through me when I don’t lose this level of contact with him is everything I needed.
He blows out a breath and continues playing with my hair.
“Anytime you want to learn anything else, I’m an open book.”
I let my eyes fall closed and fall into a warm, inviting sense of comfort.
My omega is at peace, and I fall asleep knowing that I’m not alone. Dash is here.