Chapter 8
Inuzzled her throat, nipping at her until she was melting under my attention. Her pussy had a stranglehold on me and it took everything in me to stay still and let her adjust until she was ready to move.
“Thank you,” I murmured in her ear.
She looked at me curiously. “For what?”
“For wanting to share your first time with me. I’ve shared a few first heats, but none of them were virgins. I like it more than I expected.”
Allie gave me the cutest fucking smile. “Is it because of my sparkling personality? Or maybe the crippling awkwardness? I bet that’s super charming.”
“You’ve got a smart mouth—” I nibbled her bottom lip. “—and I want to devour it.”
Allie trembled, her muscles pulsing around me. “I’m not going to have a single brain cell left when this is all over.”
“Maybe not,” I said with a shrug, “but at least you’ll be extremely satisfied.”
She held my face in both hands. “I think someone should put their money where their mouth is and get to work on making that happen right now.”
I laughed. My little omega was learning quickly. “Hop off.”
“That’s the opposite of satisfying me.”
“Well, we can stay in this position, but then it’s all you. Maybe you want to fuck me into the mattress?”
“I…could give it a go?”
Literally how was she so cute? She was right on the precipice and her curiosity about it was intoxicating. I wanted to squeeze her cheeks as much as I wanted to ruin her.
“I’ll help.” I fastened my hands onto her hips and guided her upwards.
Her pussy fluttered as I urged her up, and she made the most delicious moan when I pressed her back down. She keened sharply, head thrown back as I took her nipple back into my mouth, her hips following the rhythm her body craved. I took advantage of the new exposure and scraped my teeth over her throat, her pussy spasming in response. That delicious pulse told me as much as her perfect sounds that she was tipping over the edge. Allie leaned forward and sank her teeth into my shoulder to muffle the sounds as she was overwhelmed.
I was a professional, not a saint. I flexed my hips and dug my fingers into the plushness of her ass, pressing us together with too much force. There were going to be bruises on that pale skin, but I needed an anchor as she came apart on top of me or I was going to flip her over and claim her on the spot.
Eventually her tremors subsided and she leaned against me like a limp noodle. I wrapped my arms securely around her, smoothing a gentle hand over her hair to make up for how hard I had held her before.
“You smell nice.” Her voice sounded raw. She shifted, tiny sounds of pleasure sneaking out before she licked over my throat and buried her face against me with a sigh.
I trailed firm hands up and down her back, smiling though she couldn’t see it. “Do you think you might be blissed?”
“I feel drunk…maybe high. Or both. Drigh? Hunk? Does a word exist for both?” Allie nestled closer. “I wish I could feel this good all the time.”
“But then you’d stop noticing.” I tipped her to the side and she made the cutest sound of protest as my cock slid free. “Come on. You had a big night and you should have some water before we continue.”
She reached grabby hands toward me. “Carry me. My legs don’t work anymore.”
A purr of delight rolled through me. I scooped her up easily and cradled her against me, every alpha instinct thrilling when she clung to me. “Did you know you’re incredibly fucking cute right now?”
“Mmm, no, but you should tell me again. No one ever thinks I’m cute.”
I carted her to the bathroom and set her on the counter. “Well, everyone else is stupid, then, because you are completely perfect. Cute as hell, absolutely sexy, and you felt like heaven when you came on my cock like that.”
“Oh my gooood. You’re doing the saying again. Stop that.”
“Nope.” I turned on the shower and ushered her under the hot water, turning the detachable showerhead between her thighs just because I could. She clung to me again, needy and desperate, filling the small space with honeysuckle and ginger and those sweet sounds I could listen to forever.
Allie shattered on the pulsing stream, her whole body shaking, her fingers digging into me like she never wanted to let me go.
“I’m never going to get tired of the sound of you.”
Allie hummed happily and pressed her nose to my throat. “They should make a perfume of you.”
I laughed, fully amused at how adorable she was while high as a kite off her own hormones. “You’re fun like this.”
“I didn’t know orgasms made me fun.”
“To be fair, they make most people fun.” I pressed her back against the tiles and she relaxed in my embrace instead of stiffening with awkwardness like she might have earlier.
I liked her in the shower, with her hair plastered to her head, her eyelashes in wet triangles, and her skin pink from the heat. It was a special kind of vulnerable beauty. I squeezed her ass cheeks simply for the pleasure of her squeak and took possession of her mouth.
Her whine disappeared, muffled against my lips, her scent spiking again, filling the steaming spray with that intoxicating perfume.
As much as I wanted to steep myself in it, I needed a second to think, so I pulled away and smiled down at her. “Having fun?”
“I refuse to answer that and feed your ego.”
“You don’t really have to answer. You’ve already made it perfectly clear.” I laughed and tugged her closer. “We should get some more food into you. First heats are already unpredictable enough, but I don’t want to trigger you early with all of this.”
“But then it would be over faster, wouldn’t it?”
I shrugged. “Hard to say. First heats aren’t as reliable as later ones while your body is getting used to things.”
“That sounds vaguely ominous.”
“I’m sure it’ll all be fine. It’s just a new, extremely intense experience, and I’m not sure how you’ll react.” I turned off the water and dried her off, wrapping her in my softest robe before carrying her out to the kitchen.
Our grocery order arrived and I brought it inside, pulling out the cake and serving her a slice.
“Dessert first?”
“Of course. The lasagna will take a while, and I don’t want you hungry.”
Allie shoveled a bite into my mouth. “I’m getting way too spoiled.”
I stuffed down the treacherous thought that if I kept her she wouldn’t have to. I could examine that idea later, but it absolutely was not something I could entertain.
“If ever there was a time you should be spoiled with every indulgence, it’s during a heat.”
I leaned against the counter while she ate and she looked at me like I was the snack and not the cake in front of her. Honeysuckle sweetness floated toward me and Allie shoved another bite of cake into her mouth, her cheeks flushing.
“Thinking about me?” I asked.
Allie took another bite. “Nope.”
“Your scent changes when you have filthy thoughts.”
She pouted, that tempting bottom lip begging to be bitten. “That’s not fair.”
I shrugged and put the lasagna in the oven. “You don’t want me to know?”
“No. You get too smug about it.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s all part of my charm. Don’t pretend you don’t love it.”
“Whether I love it or not is irrelevant.”
“Mmm, I don’t think so.” I stepped away from the counter to move toward her.
“You stay over there. Cake is sacred and I need to be able to eat it again after this without thinking about you getting up in my business.”
I laughed and sat down across from her instead of scooping her out of her chair like I wanted to. “But would that really be so bad?”
“Yes, it would! Because I will blush red as a goddamn beet and my mom will inquire what’s prompting the blush and that will make it a million times worse.”
“I think a better solution is to let me get up in your business so much you’re no longer at the mercy of your blush.”
I could see the battle behind her eyes, all those omega instincts wanting to submit while her brain was still trying to wrangle control. “Quit taking advantage of the fact that you’re super hot and a deliverer of orgasms. I have no defenses.”
That unlocked one of my own levels of control and I slipped toward her, dipping down to nibble her throat, my hands sliding inside the robe to stroke her tender flesh until her head tipped back with a mewl, her fingers gripping the table.
“I like that you’re weak for me.” More than liked it. I loved it a dangerous amount.
Allie made a small, helpless sound. The sound of an omega begging her alpha for salvation. “I’m going to emerge from this an entirely different person, and I blame you.”
“Blame accepted.” I fetched her another slice of cake and a glass of milk and returned to my seat, where I strove to be on my best behavior while she ate, though the way she kept looking at me between bites was testing my resolve.