Chapter 18
Shatter had fallen asleep, her arms on the kitchen counter. Ransom was snoring on the couch.
She hadn’t stopped studying at all. Not since everything we’d discovered, and she was still burning the candle at both ends to find a solution for this pack.
Our perfect omega.
Ever so gently, I picked her up in my arms, holding her head against my chest. She stirred, but a low purr rumbled to life in my chest and she curled up tighter, a low contented sound slipping from her.
She’d said she wanted to spend the night with me, so I carried her to my room instead of the nest. I was okay with sleepy omega cuddles, that was more than enough for me.
She woke when I set her gently on the bed. “Oh…” She blinked up at me then glanced around. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“I don’t mind.”
“No, no, actually, I found you something.”
“You did?”
“Yes. There was this thing that popped up on my phone… a cooking class, but it’s videos online.”
I perked up. “Was there?”
“Here…” She pulled out her phone. “I left it on the page because I didn’t know how to save it.”
She checked the time. “It’s not that late,” she said. “We could watch it together.”
I smiled, finding an old laptop and pulling up the page she’d found, then I drew her against me as the cooking program began to play. It was hard to ignore that her nightgown had slipped open, and I was rewarded with a lovely view of black lace and rich tan skin beneath.
The cooking video she’d chosen was called ‘Mastering Beef Wellington: A Step-by-Step Guide.’
Good.
I’d like to be a beef Wellington master (whatever a Wellington was).
“Thank you for dealing with those horrible omega scents,” she whispered as the tutorial began.
“Of course, Little Nightshade,” I said, humming happily as she clung to me tighter.
Definitely worth the fine of discharging a firearm.
The video rolled and I paid close attention.
We were just at the part where the chef was showing exactly how fine I needed to chop the chestnut mushrooms and shallots. In a hot pan, they said to?—
I jumped.
Shatter was hugging my arm, and her teeth had grazed my skin. My cock jumped to attention as it should at the feel of her teeth on my flesh.
“It’s okay, you can keep watching,” she said, something strange in her voice, as if she were keeping something from me.
I eyed her curiously as she lowered herself between my legs, easily freeing my length and grasping it in her dainty hands. I could watch that all day. I was totally torn between the tutorial and the way she drew her tongue up my shaft, perfect and slow.
Fuck.
Video.
I blinked back at it as they were discussing wrapping the beef.
The moment my eyes drifted from her, I felt her lips press to the tip of my cock, taking me in.
I looked back to her. “Are you trying to school me in how difficult it is to study while someone’s being distracting?”
She drew her lips from the tip, an indignant expression on her face as she narrowed her eyes at me. “So what if I was?”
“Well—” I brushed my thumb along her cheek, and the low earthy note of her nightshade scent became frenzied with lust. “—I’d say I need a really solid education to get where you’re coming from.”
Fuck, it was hot, seeing her fist close around my cock like that.
Her lips returned to the tip, and I groaned as she took my length in her mouth. She was way too good at this, and her golden eyes were molten with feverish lust.
“… around the beef, twisting the ends of the cling film to secure. Chill this in the fridge to ensure it holds its shape…”
Right.
Uh. I did need to be paying attention to how that wrapping looked. I glanced between her and the screen. She didn’t deserve anything less than a Wellington master.
This was a test.
Hmm.
I nudged it closer to my legs so I could see them both easier, then felt a little spike of heat in my veins as her expression flashed with derision.
“Keep going, Nightshade,” I told her, as she looked around to stop. “I want to see you fuck your tight little throat like you do for Dusk.”
She’d told me she liked it when I used the bond, anyway. Plus, she did say I needed a proper lesson.
How could I argue with that?
The hand not closed tightly around my swelling knot dug into my thigh as she took me all the way. I did love how submissive she was. Her expression mixed brattiness and lust as she was forced to keep taking me down, and I heard the low growl in her chest as my eyes flicked between her and the laptop screen.
“This is a good lesson,” I told her, hand tangling in her hair as I felt myself reaching my limit.
Nah.
Not yet, I wasn’t ready.
I halted her movement, fist in her hair. “I want to see you impale yourself on my cock, Nightshade.”
She drew back, releasing my shaft with her fist and crawled forward, adjusting the lace of her panties so she could take me.
“Slow, beautiful.”
I wanted to watch every moment of it.
She didn’t disappoint, biting her lip with the cutest frown as she sank over me, a cute mewl in her chest as she settled right above my knot.
“Good girl.” I dragged her back into an arch and leaned forward, easily nudging her lacy bra out of the way and catching her nipple in my teeth. She moaned, clutching me desperately. “I want you to fuck me real good and slow,” I told her, releasing her hair and leaning back.
She adjusted her position for maximum control and started to slide up and down over me so beautifully. I could see the slick glistening on my length from how turned on she was.
“A little faster.”
The video was now discussing the oven temperature. I think I was taking it in, even as she was making the hottest little noises every time she sank to the base of my cock.
Yup.
I was in heaven as her dark nightshade scent flooded my room, enough to linger in here all week.
Then I heard something on the tutorial, and frowned.
“Wait—why do I have to chill it again?” I asked. “Didn’t it just chill?” I asked. I wish they would explain shitlike that.
I reached for the laptop to rewind it, but Shatter, it seemed, didn’t agree with my concern. She let out a hiss of fury, and the next thing I knew my laptop was slammed shut before it sailed across the room, exploding against my wall.
Heh.
Of course, I’d seen something like that coming a mile off. I’d dug out a very old laptop that was on its last legs anyway, but she didn’t need to know that.
Shatter’s gaze was fixed on me as she continued, this time a lot more aggressively than before, and she was clenching down on me so goddamned tight.
There it was.
I’d wanted to be angry-fucked since the moment I’d seen her climbing the walls with rage when she’d found out about the marriage.
Shatter was delivering, nails digging into my pecs as she dragged her tight little cunt over my length until her own eyes rolled back.
“Knot yourself,” I told her. “Go slow.”
It was so hot, watching her slowly lower herself over my knot, shaking with the orgasm still in her veins.
When she was locked onto me at last, I took her hips, rutting her good until she finished again as I spilled my seed deep into her.
“I love you, Little Nightshade,” I breathed. I drew her close, letting her nuzzle close as my happy purr rumbled to life in my chest, still locked over my knot. When we were like this, it was almost possible to forget everything else.
And besides, I could become a Beef Wellington master another day.