Chapter 41
Iheld my breath as I hid in the deep recesses of my closet, behind all the hanging clothes, my feet tucked behind boxes of shoes. I had the sleeve of a flannel stuffed into my mouth to keep myself quiet when he tried to coax me out of hiding. It was absolutely ridiculous how excited my body was for this little game. I knew he wasn’t literally hunting me, and that he had already claimed me, but my brain was buzzing and my pussy was on high alert.
He had gotten so close. The closet doors were still open. I strained my ears to hear when he had left the room and dared to tiptoe out of my hiding spot. His house was pretty new so thankfully the floor didn’t give me away with any creaks and groans as I dipped behind the door. I dared to peek into the hall and found it empty.
I crept on socked feet, my footsteps silent. I tiptoed into the kitchen and slipped inside the pantry, my heart cranked up to eleven, anticipating him appearing out of the darkness at any moment. I leaned against the pantry shelves, trying to breathe slowly and steadily so I didn’t give myself away. Part of me wanted to throw open the door and let him take me on the floor, but that would ruin the game.
Since I couldn’t let him attend to me, I would have to do it myself. Would it make things worse for me? Yes. Was I desperate enough to do it anyway? Also yes.
I slipped my fingertips into my panties. Things were a slip and slide down there, but that would only make what was to come easier. I pressed my lips together and gave my clit a tentative stroke, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head. Apparently a game of cat and mouse had every nerve ready to turn into fireworks. I kept one hand pressed over my mouth and went to town on myself. The threat of him opening the door and finding me like this just made it all more delicious.
The pantry door swinging open sent a cascade of fresh air into the confined space that was saturated with my arousal. He looked like some shadowy prince from the novels I liked to read.
“Found you, kitten.”
Before I could react, Sidney was reaching out, picking me up by my thighs, and pinning me against the shelves. I was so wet, so ready for him to give me satisfaction. As much as I wanted to keep the game going, I needed to feel his power first.
The shelves bit into my back and I clung to him rather desperately as he nudged the gusset of my panties aside and fucked in slowly with a growl that had every hair on the back of my neck standing at attention.
Who gave him the right to feel so good?
Something about his harsh breath in my ear and the firm grip against my thighs, the brutal force of his hips driving into me, fed into every secret desire.
“That’s my good girl.”
I preened at the words, squeezing my legs tighter around him to urge him on. I wanted to be good for him, but more than that, I wanted him to make me be good for him. I wanted him to tap into the things I didn’t even know I wanted yet. That was the gift he had given me right from the start. He was the only one who could unlock those secret doors and let out the fantasies that were sitting quietly and waiting to be discovered.
I used my teeth as an anchor point, letting his citrus and clove bathe my tongue, digging my nails into his back in a silent request for him to ruin me. I didn’t even have to ask. He would take me apart and put me back together just like he had from the beginning.
“Oh, fuck.” I whined against his skin and rocked my hips helplessly. “Harder,” I groaned.
The next thrust stole my breath and had me whimpering, my legs trembling with the effort to stay locked around him. When he put his teeth on my throat, I burst, pleasure like waves crashing together, surging from my cunt to my throat and back again until I was incoherent and shaking.
I drowned in his kiss as he slowly lowered me until my feet hit the floor. He slid free and I felt the aching loss of him. I didn’t want the game to be over yet, so I ducked down and zipped through the small gap between his body and the doorjamb. I raced down the hall, even knowing it would only get me a few extra seconds. There was no way I could hide in time without him immediately finding me, but my brain was a puddle of lust and adrenaline and didn’t care for things like logic.
I yelped when he scooped me up from behind and spun us around to drop me face-first onto the bed, his hand collecting a palmful of hair to keep me pinned while he peeled down my soaked panties.
Every omega instinct I possessed sang. I whined and arched my back, spreading my knees the moment the panties were low enough. I pawed helplessly at the blankets as Sidney lined himself up and fucked into me in one smooth stroke. I wasn’t entirely certain the sound I made was human. I had read the stories of ancient societies that hosted hunts for omegas, and even with this small taste, it felt like I was reaching back through the centuries to connect with other omegas who had found their mates racing through fields or pinned to trees.
I slipped my fingers between my thighs to tease my clit, each stroke making my pussy pulse around him. It took barely a moment for my body to melt, for the fireworks to go off. Sidney growled behind me and I arched my back even deeper.
His body leaned over mine, his hand cradling my throat as he rode me relentlessly. My fingertips burned from clenching the blankets and my legs shook, desperate for more even as I wasn’t certain if I could handle it.
Every touch felt like more. He flipped my brain off even as he forced my body to new heights, letting me surrender, letting me tap into my instincts and give myself over to his cravings. When he finally spilled in me and gathered me close, I was a whole mess, panting and exhausted and sated.
“Holy shit,” I murmured.
Sidney laughed softly behind me and lapped at my scent gland, sending little flickers of pleasure skittering over my skin.
“That’s absolutely not the last time you’re allowed to hunt me.”
“Kitten, I’m happy to make you my prey whenever you have the inclination.”
“I would say right now, but I don’t think I can walk.”
He chuckled. “Then I’ve done my job. Do you want me to run you a bath?”
“You know I’m never going to say no to a bubble bath.”
“I’ll get to it in a minute.” His sigh heaved his whole body and he curled tighter around me. “I could stay like this forever.”
“I’m not making you move.”
“You’re not. Reality will do that for me soon enough.”
“Boooo reality.” I snuggled closer to him, taking his arm draped over me to cradle my cheek so I could huff his scent at his wrist. “Stay as long as you can then.”
We stayed snuggled up like that until the alarm to feed the puppies went off. Sidney reluctantly peeled himself away, turning the bath on to fill before disappearing into the nursery.
I fixed up some puppy milk replacer for Prince, bringing him and the shallow bowl into the bathroom, where I could watch the water and let him have his snack.
“That’s my little Princey-poo. You’re being such a big boy.”
He thoroughly ignored me in favor of his dinner, but that was okay. He was all finished eating by the time the tub was full and delightfully fragrant with the strawberry bubble bath I added. I scooped him up and settled into the water, getting in some top quality cuddles before he would be passed out for half the night.
“Enjoying yourself?” Sidney asked as he joined me in the bathroom and sank into the water across from me.
“I absolutely am, and also you are way too far away.”
The water swished as he crossed it and pulled me onto his lap, giving Prince a scratch behind his ear. “Mind he doesn’t fall in.”
“You make me sound like a neglectful mother.”
“We both know our temporary son is a wiggle worm.”
“That’s true, but right now he’s a sleepy bun so I don’t think he’s going anywhere.”
“He gets it from his daddy.”
“Oh my god. Quit being so cute.”
“Can’t help it.” He sighed and held me tighter. “I feel like I could sleep for a week, but I’ll settle for an hour until it’s doggy dinnertime again.”
I tucked my head under his chin and kissed Prince’s forehead. “We could take shifts and then we get way more sleep in one stretch.”
“That’s not fair to you,” he said. “I’m the one who signed up for fosters.”
“We signed up for fosters, and I’m offering. We’re partners, right? If I can help, I want to. I already know what to do and I think I could handle a feeding or two overnight so you can rest more.”
“What did I do to deserve you?”
I laughed. “I’ve been asking myself the same question about you since we met again.”