Chapter 46
46
brIAR
I guess I didn’t ever think I’d be here.
Not just on the back of a motorcycle but in a relationship with four men who also happen to be my scent matches.
It’s a dream, but with every day I spend with them leading up to my heat, the threat of waking up from it hangs over me, threatening to steal it all away.
I just want to get there already.
It’s not a matter of needing to rush as much as it is wanting to know that these men aren’t going anywhere.
My omega won’t believe that they’re here to stay until she sees it for herself.
Once we’ve spent that time together and I wake up after a few days of pain and endless sweat to find four bite marks on my skin.
Ronan’s body is firm and strong as I clutch onto him and lean with his body as we take a curve.
I lost track of where we were after the first few roads we took, and now I’m just in it for the ride.
It’s an adventure, and I can’t think of a better way to end such a perfect day.
There are still goosebumps on my skin from the last time he sped up when he cranks the gas and sends us throttling forward down the endless stretch of highway.
I lift my head from where I had it resting against his shoulder and watch the deep green trees turn into specs.
The ocean air rushes past, whipping through my hair and filling my lungs.
Waves crash just beyond the guardrails as Ronan slows, and I get a chance to take in the full view around us.
We’re all alone on this long road, but the ocean is everywhere.
I take a deep inhale and taste the salty spray.
Being out here feels like a reminder of why I love Rayton so much.
It can be hard to remember that I live in one of the most beautiful places in the world when I’m trapped in the city, but out here?
It’s so clear.
It’s green everywhere, trees and wildflowers filling acres and acres of land.
The ocean is right there, a promise of days on the water, the scent of salt lingering in your hair, and salt between your toes.
It’s been too long since I’ve been to the beach or swimming in the water, so being here right now .
. . it’s more perfect than Ronan could have known.
He reaches back to hold my thigh while we pull off the highway and come to a stop in an empty parking lot.
We’re the only ones here, and I like this bit of privacy.
“You okay?” he asks while turning off the bike and kicking down the stand to balance us.
I eagerly jump off the bike and take my helmet off so I can get a better view of where we are.
The air is so clean and crisp here.
I can hear the wildlife out in the forest around us.
“I’m amazing. We’re so close to the ocean, Ro.”
“It’s about a five-minute walk through those trees if you’re up for it,” he says, pointing right ahead of us.
“Yes!”
His chuckle is a low kiss on the wind.
“Alright. Hand the helmet over, baby girl.”
“What made you start calling me that? Was one pet name not enough?” I tease while he pulls it into his hold.
The first touch of my fingers to my hair has me hurrying to flatten out the mess left by the helmet.
I blow out a nervous laugh and stare as he discards his helmet and sets it on the bike seat beside mine.
Lucky guy doesn’t have any hair to worry about.
“It suits you, Briar. Both of them do.”
“Then continue,” I sing, offering him a wink before skipping off toward the trees.
“Thanks for the permission.”
“It’s the least I could do after you drove us all the way over here. Have you been somehow speaking to my mother behind my back and asking her all about my favourite things?”
He catches up to me quickly and snags my hand, threading our fingers.
“I considered it.”
“But . . .?”
“But Jasper told me not to overstep.”
“That sounds like him. My sweet man.”
“Trying to make me jealous?”
I bite back a grin.
“You have nothing to be jealous of. Each of you are doing a great job of earning my heart.”
“Who’s doing the best job?”
He’s not expecting me to pinch the back of his hand.
I roll my eyes up at him and let him lead the way through the forest, knowing I’m more likely to get us lost than actually find the water.
“I don’t pick favourites.”
“How do I change your mind about that?”
My boots crunch the twigs and bark lying on the ground as we maneuver through the trees and beneath low-hanging branches.
Luckily, the sun is still hanging on to its place above the horizon, and the pretty pinks and purples paint a path for us to follow.
On the way back, we might not be so lucky.
“You can’t. I’m falling in love with all of you the same,” I announce.
The toe of my boot catches on a turned-over rock as I stumble forward and stare wide-eyed at the sky.
Ronan catches me before my knees hit the ground, and I wince, embarrassed.
“Or you can forget that you heard me say that,” I ramble.
The dark eyes staring down at me are intense, focused.
There’s no chance for me to duck and run before I’m being picked clean up off the forest floor.
“Ronan!” My shriek gets swallowed in the trees.
“I couldn’t forget those words if I tried.”
I cling onto him, even though I know my effort isn’t needed.
He’d never drop me.
“Well, maybe just postpone your hearing of them for the time being?” I counter.
“I won’t be postponing shit, Petal. Own it because I do.”
My pause is heavy as I try and reason with the part of me that assumes he’s saying something more than what he actually has.
“You do what?”
He shakes his head, jaw tensing as if he’s angry.
I don’t think that’s what’s happening, though.
Not when he’s holding me so carefully, the only thing rough about him being the callouses on his fingers.
We pass through more trees in silence until finally, they part.
The fading sunset hangs low over the endless blue in front of us, and I gasp at how beautiful the mix of orange and pink and blue is on the soft waves.
“It’s gorgeous,” I murmur.
“Yeah, it is.”
He’s not looking at the ocean or the sunset.
I tear my gaze from the landscape and find his eyes waiting.
They expose a fierceness living inside of him that stokes the flames beneath my skin.
I know he’d be able to handle their burn.
Maybe even welcome their heat.
A knuckle traces the length of my jaw as he keeps our eyes locked and swallows.
“Been falling in love with you since the moment I saw you, Briar. I’ve been waiting for you to take the same path.”
“You don’t have to say that just because I did.”
“I’m not much for placating.”
I can’t help but smile at the bluntness of that statement.
“I expected as much.”
“Walk on the beach with me,” he says, voice dropping low.
“I’d love to.”
In a blink, I’m carefully lowered to my feet in front of him.
My boots sink into the smooth sand, and I frown.
“Hold that thought,” I say.
Dropping to a crouch, I unlace both of my boots, needing them off.
Ronan hovers, watching as I kick them off before tugging off my socks and shoving them inside the boots.
I glance up at him, an eyebrow lifted.
“Are you going to walk through such perfect sand in heavy boots? That kind of defeats the purpose of a walk on the beach, Ro.”
He answers by joining me in going barefoot.
I grin and move my boots to the tree line before stepping off the grass and into the sand.
It’s perfect. Even with the small rocks mixed in that slip under and between my toes.
Suddenly, I’m energized.
I let loose a loud laugh and start to jog along the beach.
“Come on, Ronan. Run with me!”
“What do I get when I catch you?”
My stomach flutters, and I pump my legs faster.
“Me!”
I might as well have lit a fire under his ass.
The sand can’t muffle the harsh pounding of his feet as he runs faster, growing closer and closer.
I try not to smile so wide my cheeks rip.
The idea of being chased by someone hasn’t had an arousing effect on me before.
But right now, with Ronan .
. . I can’t help but recognize the pulse between my legs as just that.
Arousing .
My lace tights make running uncomfortable, but I don’t allow myself to stop yet.
I want him to catch me, just not yet.
Not without working for it.
“I thought you hockey players were supposed to be known for your crazy stamina? Are you tired already?” I taunt, a giggle stuck in my throat.
His footsteps are so close I’m surprised he’s not already pouncing on me.
“If you wanted to test my stamina, there are other ways.”
“You haven’t earned that yet.”
A growl carries on the wind, blowing through my hair and between my legs.
It intensifies the lust buzzing in my chest, and I nearly trip.
The slip-up gives him the opening he needs, and before I have a chance to make a sound, we’re tumbling onto the sand.
Ronan’s arms remain locked around me even after he’s flat on his back in the sand with me above him.
I blow out a laugh and use two hands on his chest to push myself up into a sitting position.
His hands fall to my backside, holding firmly while I keep my eyes on his, watching.
“What about now?” he asks, voice smoky as he sucks in air.
I fidget, rolling my hips.
His expression shudders, a lip slipping between his teeth.
The hard length of his cock is right below me, and when I shift again—stars explode in my eyes.
He pushes my skirt up and grabs my ass beneath it, his fingers digging into the thin panties I’m wearing.
“You’ll have to be more specific,” I whisper.
Gosh, he feels good beneath me.
It’s impossible not to rock forward, desperate to feel the full size of him but unable to through his thick jeans.
“Have I earned you, Petal?”
The needy octave of his voice has a whine exploding up my throat.
I lurch forward and flatten my chest to his.
My hands find the soft buzz of his hair and scrape their way to the back of his neck.
When my lips touch his, I shake, overwhelmed with the need to touch him.
To kiss him and just feel him all over me.
Both inside and out.
Yes, inside.
“Ronan, Ronan, Ronan,” I chant into his mouth as he kisses me back with the same ferocity he always has.
“I’m right here.”
He tugs at my panties and peels them down until they hug my thighs.
I’m dripping down my legs and through my tights, but that doesn’t stop either of us from continuing.
The mess doesn’t matter right now.
“My face. Sit on my face,” he groans, begging.
“On the beach?”
“It’s private. Nobody will see you but me. Please, Briar. Please sit on my face.”
I crawl up his body quickly, driven by lust and this unbearable need.
He helps me get situated with ease, but I can sense his desire.
It’s prowling beneath his skin, his instincts demanding he abandon this idea of me sitting on his face for something better.
My face in the sand and ass in the air while he slides deep and locks us together with his knot.
“I’m going to explode,” I murmur mindlessly.
“Explode for me, Briar. I’m not afraid.”
Ronan grips me by my hips and, before I can recognize the sting, has my panties ripped clean off and abandoned in the sand.
I scream into the ocean air as he pulls me back, and I feel the heat of his mouth on my pussy.
His tongue is feral, licking me fast and sharp as I flounder, my hands slapping out as I try and tear his pants off.
He lifts his hips when I pull ruthlessly at his jeans, and I use shaking fingers to shimmy them down to his hips.
He sucks at my clit and lightly slaps my ass as I finally free his cock.
The swollen, reddish-purple tip is wet, precum dripping down to coat the shaft before I wrap my fingers around the thickness and bring it to my mouth.
I’m not tall enough to get more than a couple of inches in this position, and I growl, sucking harder.
His fingers part my cheeks, massaging them.
He gasps for breath and rasps, “Stroke the rest.”
“I want more.”
He curses and dives back into my pussy, his teeth softly scraping my flesh.
I rock against his tongue and moan around his tip, drinking down what he’ll give me, even if it isn’t enough.
“Please, Ronan. I want you inside of me,” I plead, voice cracking.
“Not here. Not yet.”
“Why? Please, I need it. This isn’t enough. Give me just the tip.”
“Just the tip,” he echoes, as if he’s trying to reason with himself.
“That will be enough?”
I nod hysterically, knowing I’m lying.
The tip won’t be enough.
Nothing will until I have his knot stretching me.
“Take it, then,” he demands, shifting his hands back up to my hips.
I don’t need his help moving.
Like I’ve been hit by lightning, I move in superspeed and crawl back down his body until I can feel the first press of his shaft parting my lower lips.
“Turn around.”
Nodding mindlessly, I spin and stare up the length of his body at him.
The black in his eyes is what I needed to see.
His control is fraying, desire affecting him as strongly as it is me.
Sweet caramel mixes in with the scent of the ocean, and I drip over his groin, coating him in my slick.
“Just the tip, Petal,” he reminds me.
His fingertips sear into my skin as they disappear beneath my jacket and climb to the neck of my shirt.
There’s a question in his stare, and I answer it with a nod.
Inch by inch, he rips my shirt open, exposing my breasts.
With the leather jacket hanging open, I watch as his throat jumps, and he palms my chest, tweaking a nipple.
“This is a sight I’ll never forget. You in a leather jacket, tits bare, hair ruffled, and your skirt pushed up around your waist. Those fucking lace tights are ruining me.”
I moan, jerking forward and spreading my slick along his shaft.
“Put it in.”
He reaches between us, and I hover over his cock as he lines it up, waiting.
Even just the brush of it against me is almost too much.
I shake with the strength it takes not to lower myself to take the entire thing inside.
Instead, I play by the rules and lower myself only enough for the round tip to breach me, stretching .
. .
“Oh,” I whisper, unable to hold my head up as I force myself to stop moving.
Somehow, just the tip feels like it’s ripping me open.
It’s a delicious discomfort, and I crave more.
The ache of taking a full, thick alpha cock to the base.
Ronan’s cock.
“Please.”
“Briar,” he warns, his voice tight and rough.
I’m not above crying to get what I want.
My thighs ache from how tight I’m clenching my muscles.
“Just a bit more. You feel so good,” I slur.
“Fuck me, you’re tight, baby girl. I don’t know if you can even take more.”
His doubt triggers something feral inside of me.
I dig my nails into his chest and sink an inch lower on his cock.
“Say it again.”
He tries to steady me, but I shake my head, lips parting on a soul-deep cry of pleasure.
“You’re going to take the whole thing, aren’t you?” he asks, awestruck as he strokes my back and belly.
“Please let me. I’m so empty, Ronan. I need you to fill me up.”
His expression collapses.
Eyes lifting to the sky, he wets his lips and lowers a hand to cup my pussy.
His middle fingers create a V around where we connect as he presses his palm to my clit.
“Drop, Briar. If you want it, take it. You’ll always get what you want when you’re with me. I’m too fucking weak to deny you.”
It’s all I need to hear.
I don’t give myself a chance to be nervous about taking a dick as big as his—especially with the piercings—after going so long without anything besides fingers inside of me.
Holding my breath, I dig my heels into the sand and drop.
“Yes! Oh—Ronan! You’re . . . you’re all the way inside.”
Ronan shoots up to a sitting position and holds me in his lap.
The bulge of his knot teases my entrance as I stay seated on him, holding on to his shoulders for dear life.
“Can I move?” he asks tensely.
“Please!”
I clutch onto him, rocking forward.
My knees sink into the sand, the rocks moving deeper into my skin with every movement.
The pain gets swallowed by the pleasure.
He’s so thick I gasp when I fall back and the full length of him is made obvious.
“That’s it. Good girl, Briar. Keep moving like that,” he praises, cupping my face and using the hold to bring me close.
Our lips touch as my tongue slips into his mouth, searching for more.
For anything to soothe this undying need for him.
I’m on a hair trigger, and when he shifts his hips, jerking upward, I think I tip over for a second before coming back.
I arch my back, letting a hand clutch onto his knee and rolling my hips.
He presses against my G-spot, and I quiver, gasping his name.
Or maybe it’s more like a prayer.
Ronan brings his mouth to my chest and takes my nipple into his mouth.
He sucks it hard, his tongue laving at the underside as his eyes flick up to snare mine.
“I’m going to come,” I mumble, palming his neck.
“Good girl. Give me that first one.”
A few more thrusts.
That’s all it will take.
I chase it wildly, the promise of relief finally close enough that I can taste it.
“Fill me up,” I whine, squeezing him inside of me, desperate to keep him buried as deep as possible.
“Fuck. Fuck, I will. You’ll sit on my bike with your bare pussy leaking on the seat the entire drive home.”
The fuel ignites.
With the salty spray of the ocean on my face and the burn of sand on my knees, I shatter.
Ronan’s cock throbs before the hot spray of him fills me, and I whine, burying my face in his neck, tonguing his scent gland.
“Perfection. You’re perfection,” he says on an exhale.
I hold on to him, the emotional high bringing tears to my eyes.
“So are you.”
“Don’t sleep alone tonight.”
“Sleep in the nest with me,” I whisper, kissing his hot skin.
“I want all of you to.”
“There’s nowhere else we’d rather be.”