Chapter 35
Wren
Isigh with happiness as I bury my face in Ethan’s pillow and inhale deeply. The tour of their two bedroom apartment had taken all of five minutes before they lost interest and decided to try to make a snack out of whatever was still good in their fridge.
They had waved me on though, encouraging me to explore their rooms to my heart’s content. It’s interesting to kind of see what they were like before I knew them. Their personalities clearly shine through their interior decorating choices.
I already went through all of Teddy’s stuff, looking at vintage records and his patch collection. The decor was just what I would have expected from him. A little chaotic, but still tidy.
Ethan’s room…well, it might just be the most immaculate room I’ve ever seen. Not a single pillow out of place. Even the corner of the room, which has a desk with six computer monitors, is neatly kept, every pen and sticky note in a neat row.
Smiling to myself, I breathe his pillow in again. Smells just like him.
Lime and bergamot…and…sex?
Not specifically on the pillow, but…it’s in the air. Sitting up rapidly, I sniff again. Yep. That’s exactly what it smelled like when he got his cum on me.
And it’s in his room.
Something inside me snaps, my omega taking over in a jealous rage.
Who the fuck was he sleeping with?
The thought of my alpha being in the same position we were in just last week but with someone who isn’t me makes my fucking blood boil.
My vision tinges red as my mind races, imagining all the different scenarios. Did he fuck her on this very bed? This blanket?
He’s dead.
“Ethan!” My voice is shrill, and the muted sounds from the kitchen pause. When Ethan pops his head in the doorway, face infuriatingly confused, I launch his pillow straight at his face with a wretched scream.
“Wren!” He lifts his hands to stop me before I can throw another pillow. “What the fuck?”
But my chest is heaving, rage boiling inside me like I’ve never known. My alpha’s room smells like sex, and I know it’s not because of me.
Something in the back of my mind screams that I’m being illogical, but I tune it out.
“‘What the fuck’ is why does it smell like damn sex in here?!” I grit out, resisting the urge to chuck the other pillow at him.
His face blanks. “What?”
“Sex.” I repeat, growling. I hop off the bed, walking up to him and poking a finger in his chest. “It smells like your cum. Who is she?”
His mouth gapes before he shakes his head. “Little Bird—”
“Don’t you ‘Little Bird’ me,” I snap, my anger burning in my throat. “Who is she?”
He sighs. “Wren, it’s not like that.”
Teddy’s face pops up behind him. “Ah, you’re talkin’ ‘bout Jill. We all see ‘er from time to time, really.”
I see red, baring my teeth as Ethan gives Teddy a “what the fuck” look. “Jill?”
Teddy’s expression immediately turns to one of regret. “Fuck. Bad joke, Dove! Bad joke! Get it, Jill?” He holds up his right hand, tracing the path of his thumb to his pointer finger. “See? J-i-l-l. Jill.”
My mouth gapes as I process the information. “Are you saying that…Jill is your hand?”
The omega in my chest falters, reality seeping in. He…was by himself.
Teddy nods animatedly as Ethan pushes him back, shuts his bedroom door and locks it. He approaches me, my nostrils still flaring from my adrenaline spike.
“I’ll just wait out ‘ere!” Teddy’s voice comes from behind the door, but Ethan ignores him.
“Are you jealous, Little Bird?” he murmurs, his hands bracing my waist. This is so fucking embarrassing. I have no idea what came over me, and I just attacked Ethan for the crime of jerking off before he met me.
“Not of your hand,” I seethe, still desperately grasping at the last dregs of anger.
Better that than to admit my omega just took over and made me act like an unhinged psychopath.
Because really, even if he had been having sex in here, it was before he knew me.
So even if it would suck, it wouldn’t be his fault.
He arches a brow at me. “Well, that’s the only thing there’s been to be jealous of for a little over a year—the tissues in this wastebasket.
” He prods the small bin next to his door with his foot as he grimaces.
“Gross, but I was in such a hurry to get out of here and to you when I got that text from Teddy, I didn’t even think to empty out my trash.
” My lips purse in indignation, but he merely pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, “Believe me, Wren, I haven’t wanted anyone else, not since I saw you over that camera feed. ”
I can’t believe I let my emotions take over so easily, and let logic fly out the window.
So I do what any sane, reasonable omega would do. I double down.
“What if I don’t believe you?” I challenge, tilting my chin up. Of course I believe him, and he clearly knows that, but again, I’m embarrassed as hell, and apparently, that turns me into a brat.
“Then I’ll have to make you.” There’s danger in his eyes. “Make you believe that there’s nobody else I want besides you. That there’s never going to be anyone else for me for the rest of our lives.”
My heart races as he pulls my body flush with his. His pupils are blown as he stares into my eyes, and my blood thrums in anticipation.
When he doesn’t move, I arch a brow. “Well, what are you waiting for, Bossy Bear?”
He lets out a low growl. “Brat.”
And then his mouth crashes into mine, his arms lifting me by my ass to put me on his bed.
This is it.
We tear at each other’s clothes with the kind of ferocity I’ve read about in my novels, but haven’t truly experienced yet.
Tender love making? Yep.
Playful dirty-talk? Of course.
Sleepy lust? One hundred percent.
But this? This pent-up need that hasn’t been addressed since the night he had me falling apart on his tongue in the bathroom?
This is new.
His bare skin meets mine, and I groan into his mouth, running my hands along his back.
Ethan rips away, grabbing my hands and putting them over my head. “I’m pretty sure I was supposed to prove something to you, Little Bird.” He smirks at me. “Hands to yourself. For now.”
“Make me.” I say breathlessly as his grip tightens on my wrists in the most delicious way. Ethan would never hurt me. He might tease me, and act the dominant alpha, but he only cares for me. Which is how I know I can push his buttons and not end up hurt.
“Safeword,” he says suddenly. “Red is your safeword. Yellow is slow down, green means you’re good. Okay?”
I swallow. Some of my books have safewords. “Red is stop, yellow is slow, green is good.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, then sighs, tightening his hold on my wrists even more.
“I’ll have to buy you a pair of handcuffs.
” He keeps one hand tight on my wrists as the other hand grabs my breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth.
My back arches, his tongue sending little bolts of pleasure through me. “And keep you chained to the bed.”
Fuck, did I just slick?
He switches to my other breast, drawing another moan out of me. “I’m gonna make you come so hard, the only thing anyone will be able to scent in here is you.” He lightly drags his teeth over the stiff peak. “And you will never doubt where my loyalties lie again.”
“Fuck!” I yelp when he bites down slightly, then runs his tongue over the sting. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, just to shock me.
“Color?” He demands.
“Green, so fucking green,” I groan.
“That’s my good little brat.” Ethan…praises? I’m not sure which one it is but it makes me even wetter. Especially when he lets go of my hands. “I’m going to eat this sweet pussy again. If your hands move—I stop. Understand?”
“Fine.” I grind out, squirming a little. It’s going to be hard to keep my hands to myself.
His mouth meets my pussy, and I arch off the bed, my hands flying to his head without my permission.
Oops.
He looks at me, brow raised. “Little Bird…”
“You’re mean,” I pout, putting my hands back up. It’s not my fault my hands have a mind of their own.
“See if you still feel that way in a few minutes.” He smirks before lowering himself again. Fuck, that feels good. His tongue licks and sucks at me, and even though my fingers twitch, itching to reach for his hair, I manage to keep them above my head.
Except for when I come.
My orgasm shatters through me, and I don’t even realize what I’ve done until the waves of pleasure ebb, and Ethan has me pinned to the mattress, hovering over me.
“Bad brat,” he admonishes. “You broke the rules.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I challenge, wondering what the hell has gotten into me.
“I was gonna let you suck me off if you were good,” he grins, “but it looks like we have to skip that step now.”
My jaw drops. I would have loved to suck his dick. “What comes next then?”
“This.” He sits back, rubbing his bare cock through my soaking pussy. A shiver runs through me. “Are you ready?”
I nod, and in the next instant, he’s sliding all the way in. It gets easier every time I have sex, and there’s no burn at all this time as his hard cock fully seats inside me.
“Ah, Ethan!” I cry out, my head falling back as my arms wrap around his neck.
“Fuck…” he grinds out as he draws back, and then plunges into me again. “How do you feel so damn good?”
I don’t have a response, because every time he enters me, my brain suddenly goes fuzzy.
“Have you presented for anyone yet?” he gasps, and I shake my head. Nobody has asked me to. “Then,” his voice is rough as he fully withdraws and sits back on his knees. “Present for your alpha.”
Something instinctual takes over as I roll over onto all fours, pressing my face into the mattress.