13. Rook
Chapter thirteen
Rook
The world tilts, and there’s only Aisling.
Her lips against mine, soft and insistent, feel like the first honest thing in a city built on lies. I’m reeling, hands clutching at her like she’s the anchor in this fucked-up storm of a life.
“Rook,” she breathes out, her voice laced with that goddamn vulnerability that makes me want to tear the world apart for her.
“Stargazer,” I murmur back, her code name, the one that speaks of her untouchable allure. The taste of her is intoxicating, and I’m drunk on it, on her.
She’s here, not with Gunnar or Oberon, those alpha pricks who think they’ve got her on a leash.
No, she’s here with me.
And by fuck, I’ll make sure she remembers why.
“Did they touch you like this?” I ask, my voice low, knowing she’s been with them tonight.
Aisling pulls back, grey eyes searching mine, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths. “No one touches me like you do, Rook.”
That’s all the confirmation I need. My decision crystallizes, sharp and clear. I am going to show her pleasures that will sear into her memory, make her crave me, even when she’s lying in their beds. It’s a promise, an oath, a future I’m carving out right here, between breathless kisses and the press of our bodies.
She’s chosen me tonight, and I’m going to ensure it’s not the last time.
Her fingers claw at my collar, desperation in the pull of her hands as if she’s trying to bring me closer than physically possible. “Please,” she whispers against my lips, a plea that fires through my veins like adrenaline. “Touch me, Rook.”
I could ravage her, give in to the primal urge to claim her flesh beneath mine, but no—I hold back. My palms are steady on the curve of her waist, holding her like she’s precious, breakable. This restraint is my silent vow to her, an unspoken testament to the respect I have for her strength and fragility.
“Patience, love,” I murmur, even though every cell in my body screams to take what she’s offering.
She shudders, her breath hitching, and I know she feels the power in my self-control.
“Rook,” Aisling gasps out, her voice shaky. “I need you.”
Her scent wraps around me, sugary and potent, the essence of her omega nature that speaks directly to my core. It’s a fragrance that spells out home, future, everything. It promises ecstasy and agony, intertwined in the most delicious way. I’ve never felt this way about any other woman…and I’m damn sure not letting her go.
“Fuck,” I swear under my breath. She smells like sin and salvation, and I’m lost in the craving to devour every inch of her. But it’s more than lust; it’s a hunger for something deeper, something that goes beyond the physical. Her scent is the promise of everything I’ve ever wanted—everything I thought I’d never have.
“Touch me, please,” she begs again, and the raw need in her voice is nearly my undoing.
“Ask me nicely, Stargazer,” I tease, even as my fingers itch to trail up her body, to map out every curve and hollow.
“Rook,” she whines, and there’s a note of genuine frustration mixed with her mounting desire. “Please.”
“More,” I whisper, my lips grazing her ear, “beg me for it.”
“Please,” she repeats, her voice breaking on the word. “I want your touch…I need it.”
I slip to my knees before her, a supplicant worshipping at the altar of her need. My hands are firm as I push her dress up over her hips, revealing the damp fabric clinging to her like a second skin. Her panties are soaked, evidence of her arousal, and I can’t help but press my lips against the cloth, tasting her. The flavor is intoxicating, sweet with a hint of something wild, and it shoots straight down to my cock, making me throb with desire.
“Rook…” she moans, threading her fingers through my hair, pressing me closer.
“Easy, love,” I murmur against her skin, trailing kisses along her hipbones, her waist, savoring the softness of her flesh. She shivers under my touch, and I can feel the tension coiling inside her, begging for release.
“Please,” Aisling breathes out, her voice laced with urgency and something more vulnerable. “I can’t wait…”
“Trust me,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I kiss the skin just below her belly button, teasing her, drawing this moment out. I want to give her an experience that etches itself into her memory, one that marks her soul the way her scent has marked mine.
“Rook, I—I—” she stammers, her body trembling, but I’m resolute in my restraint.
“Shh,” I soothe her with another kiss, slightly lower. “Let me take care of you.”
Her response is a whimper, high and keening, and it’s the sweetest music to my ears. I’m determined to worship every part of her, to draw out her pleasure until she’s undone, until she understands that she doesn’t need alphas when she has me. I’ll make sure she never forgets this night, the night she chose to be with me.
Her thighs quiver as I slide her soaked panties down, each inch of progress marked by her short, needy breaths that fan across the top of my head. The fabric clings to her arousal, a testament to her desire, and when it’s finally free, I toss it aside without a second glance.
“Rook…” she pleads again, her voice cracking with the raw edge of need as I pull one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her to me completely.
I can’t help but admire the view before me; Aisling’s pussy glistening in the dim light of my room, beckoning me closer. Her scent wraps around me, a heady mixture of sweet omega pheromones that speaks directly to my deepest instincts. I lean in, my tongue eager to taste her.
“God, yes,” she gasps as I run my tongue along her folds, collecting her slickness. She tastes like nothing I’ve ever known, addictive and pure, and I’m ravenous for more.
My tongue finds her clit and I lap at it, slow and deliberate at first, then with increasing urgency as her hips begin to buck against me. I suck the sensitive bud into my mouth, flicking it with quick, practiced motions that draw sharp cries from her lips.
“Rook!” she screams, her hands fisting in my hair, tugging hard enough to send stabs of pain mingling with my surging pleasure.
“Let it go, Aisling,” I urge her between licks, my voice rough with my own growing need. “Give it to me.”
Her inner walls clench as if they’re trying to pull me in deeper, and her cries crescendo into a symphony of ecstasy that fills the room. My name, a desperate mantra on her lips, becomes the sweetest pledge of surrender as she gives herself over to the sensations I wring from her body.
“Rook!”
Her voice breaks as her orgasm washes over her, and I feel the pride of conquest swell within me. This is just the beginning; I’m going to take her to heights she’s never known, again and again, until there’s no doubt left in her mind—I’m the only one who can satisfy her like this.
“Please, I need you inside me,” Aisling pants out, her voice a ragged edge of desperation. But I’m not done savoring her, not done showing her that this—us—it’s different from anything she’s known with the alphas.
“No, love,” I rasp against the slick heat of her flesh. “Not yet.”
Her hips jerk, seeking friction, seeking me in ways that test my restraint. But I’m determined to take this slow, to draw out every shudder and moan, to etch this moment into her memory so deeply she’ll feel it in her bones long after tonight.
I pin her hips with my hands, keeping her still as I lavish attention on the tender skin below her belly button. “You chose me, Aisling. Now let me show you why you’ll keep choosing me.”
“Rook, please,” she whimpers, but there’s a note of surrender in her plea that tells me she’s mine—all mine for the taking, whenever I decide to claim her fully.
I can’t help the smug grin that curls my lips as I continue to worship her body with my mouth, tracing every contour with my tongue, committing the taste of her to memory.
This is more than lust; it’s a claiming, a promise of things to come.
“Trust me,” I murmur against her heated skin. “I’ll give you what you need, but on my terms. You’re going to feel everything I have to give, Aisling.”
A surge of heat rises up from her core, and I feel it against my lips—the trembling wave of her release. She’s coming apart at the seams, and her grip in my hair tightens, a sweet pain that only fuels my desire. Her heel digs into my back, one particularly sharp prod drawing a muffled grunt from me. But the sting is nothing compared to the rush of knowing I’m the one bringing her to these heights.
“Rook…” Her voice is a breathless cascade, a siren’s call that beckons me to the surface.
I stand, feeling the pull of muscles, the primal urge to cover her body with mine. Our lips crash together in a chaotic dance, tongues tangling with the raw edge of need.
“Need you,” she whines, her voice laced with urgency that sends a jolt straight to my groin.
“I know…but I’m taking my time, love,” I whisper against her lips, though every fiber of my being screams to take her right here, right now.
I guide her towards the wall, the bed an afterthought, too distant for the immediacy of our hunger. Her back hits the cool surface, and I press against her, our bodies a perfect puzzle of longing and lust.
“Rook, now,” she begs, nails scraping down my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“Say it again,” I command, needing to hear the words spill from her lips, to cement this moment, to know that it’s me she wants beyond all reason.
“Please, Rook… I need you.”
The world narrows down to her plea, her desire, and in the next heartbeat, I’m ready to stake my claim.
I spin her around with a growl, pressing her palms against the wall. She’s gasping, chest heaving, and I’m right there with her, breaths mingling in the charged air between us. Her grey eyes are wild, reflecting a storm of passion that matches my own tempest.
“Stay like this,” I command, my voice rough as my hands snake up to hike her dress over her hips. Her skin is a canvas of moonlight, and I worship it with my mouth, trailing kisses along her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat. My tongue glides over the raised flesh of bite marks—reminders of her bonds with the alphas—but tonight, she’s mine.
“Rook…” The way she whispers my name, it’s a sin and a prayer all at once.
“Shh,” I hush her gently, even as my body aches to be inside her. I reach for my sweats, yanking them down just enough with shaky hands.
“Keep those hands there,” I remind her, and she nods, a flush creeping down her throat.
My pants drop just enough, and then I’m exposed, hard and aching. Aisling shifts, rolling her hips back towards me, and I nearly lose the last shred of control I have when I feel the slick heat of her against my cock.
“Fuck, Aisling,” I swear under my breath, the sensation nearly undoing me. But I hold back, because this moment, it needs to be perfect. It’s not just about the sex—it’s about proving to her, to myself, that what we have is more than just primal instinct.
I tease her, letting just the tip of me press into her warmth before I retreat. The frustrated whimper she lets out is music to my ears, but it’s not enough. I need her to say it—to confirm that this isn’t just about carnal needs.
“Tell me,” I demand, my voice low and rough with desire. “Tell me you want me.”
Her hands curl against the glossy paint of the wall, pressing hard against it. She tilts her head back, exposing the line of her throat, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Please, Rook…I want you.” Her voice breaks, a mix of desperation and undisguised lust. “I want you so fucking bad.”
That’s all it takes.
Her plea, raw and honest, shatters the last of my restraint. Omega slick glistens on her thighs, a testament to her readiness, coating my cock as I position myself at her entrance once more.
“Fuck, Aisling…” I growl, and my hands slide under the hem of her dress, skimming over the soft skin of her hips before finding their way to her breasts. There’s a fierceness in my touch, tempered by the tenderness that she alone awakens within me.
She arches into my hands, her body singing with tension. “Please…” she begs, the word hanging between us, heavy and thick with promise.
“Say it again.” It’s a command, laced with the dark thrill of our connection.
“I need you, Rook. Please…” Her voice is a ragged symphony of desire, every note strung tight with need.
That’s when I give in, thrusting deep, burying myself inside her in one smooth, powerful stroke. She clenches around me, so bloody perfect that for a moment, I can’t breathe. I’m rooted to the spot, overwhelmed by the sensation, by the heat and the tightness and the rightness of being here, inside Aisling.
“Jesus, love…” I lean in close, my lips barely brushing the shell of her ear as I whisper, “The way your cunt squeezes my cock is so bloody perfect…”
Her breath hitches, and beneath me, I feel her tremble. Her response is not just physical—it’s emotional, a bond that winds tighter with each shared breath, each beat of our hearts.
In this moment, it’s just Aisling and me, and the world be damned.
I feel her shudder, her body clenching around me like a vise. The wet warmth of her arousal coats me, and I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips. My hand slides down her torso, fingertips finding the swollen nub of her clit. I circle it once, twice, and she’s coming undone beneath my touch.
“Rook…oh God—” Her voice is a ragged whisper, filled with the sweet agony of release.
“Look at you, love,” I murmur as I start moving within her again, setting a rhythm that has us both gasping for air. “So responsive, so ready.”
I use both hands now, one teasing her breast, pinching her nipple just the way she likes it, the other relentless on her clit.
“Fuck, the noises you make…” My words are half-growl, half-purr, all desire. “You’re music to my ears, Aisling. Sinful, perfect music.”
She writhes against me, caught in the throes of pleasure, making those sinful noises that drive me wild. My hips snap against hers with increasing urgency, each thrust punctuated by the slick sound of our bodies meeting.
“Tell me how much you need this,” I coax, leaning in to nip at her earlobe. “Tell me you want me, Aisling.”
“Yes, I need you—I need you so fucking bad.” Her plea is fervent, her body speaking volumes as she meets each of my thrusts with one of her own.
“Good girl,” I praise, feeling the familiar coil of heat in my belly. “That’s it, love. Come for me again.”
I feel the shudder ripple through her, a sweet sign she’s tipping over again. I push us both to the brink, my grip on her tightening. She’s clenching around me, hard and fast. With one more firm grind against that perfect spot inside her, she’s coming undone, her pleasure crashing into me like waves.
“Rook…” Her voice is a thin thread of sound.
“Shh,” I hush her gently but firmly as I ease out of her, missing the warmth immediately. Aisling whimpers, a raw noise of need that twists in my chest. But I’ve got plans for us, and it involves changing the playing field. In one swift move, I scoop her up, her legs instinctively circling my waist as if they’re meant to be there.
“Hold on to me,” I command, my breath ragged as I pin her once again against the wall. My lips crash onto hers, hungry and claiming, and I press her back hard against the cool plaster. It’s a feral kiss, all teeth and tongue, and her nails dig into my shoulders, sparking a fire in my veins.
“Rook, please,” she pants against my mouth, her hips grinding down, seeking mine.
“Patience, love,” I mutter, though my own restraint is fraying at the edges. Every part of me screams to be back inside her. Without breaking our desperate kiss, I guide myself to her entrance, teasing us both with the promise of what’s to come.
Then I thrust back in, hard, both of us groaning at the contact.
And I lose the last of my control.
The rhythm we find is primal, unyielding. Her back slams against the wall with each forceful drive, the sound mingling with our labored breaths.
“Fuck, Aisling,” I swear under my breath. “You’re unreal.”
She grips my hips, pulling me deeper, her grey eyes glazed with a lust that mirrors my own. She feels incredible, tight and hot and mine. My end is nearing, faster than I want, an uncontrollable tide.
“Ah, fuck…I’m gonna—” I cut off, choking out the words. “I’m close.”
“Inside me…please,” she begs.
That’s all it takes.
Her begging, her need…it’s my undoing.
I explode with a force that rattles my bones, her name a raw growl from the depths of my throat. Aisling clings to me, her nails digging into my back, branding me as hers. This is more than just flesh and heat; this is a melding of souls in the most carnal way. Her taste lingers on my tongue—complex, intoxicating, the kind of flavor that marks a before and an after.
“Rook,” she gasps against my mouth, her breath hitching.
“Shh, love…” I soothe, even as I struggle to catch my own breath.
Our bodies remain locked together, gradually descending from the high. She’s still pressed against the cold wall, her legs wound tight around me, her dress a bunched up mess of fabric at her waist. Our chests heave in synchrony, her heartbeat pounding beneath my palm.
“Couldn’t wait,” she murmurs, her voice laced with the remnants of urgent need.
“Good.” My lips brush against her sweat-slicked forehead. “Don’t ever wait for this…for us.” My voice is thick with emotion, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between us like the humidity before a storm.
Aisling smiles, that wicked, wanton smile that speaks of shared secrets and broken rules. In her grey eyes, there’s a spark—a promise of chaos and comfort all rolled into one. I can’t help but mirror her expression, knowing full well the danger and delight she offers.
“Never again,” she whispers, sealing the vow with a kiss that’s soft now, tender, a stark contrast to our earlier fervor.
But it’s no less powerful, no less meaningful.
It’s a new beginning, a pledge written not in words, but in every touch, every look, every shared breath that says we belong to this moment…
…and to each other