Chapter Twenty
Grant
I wasn’t strong enough to turn him down again, nor did I want to.
Fate had put us together, and after spending time with him in the club and just hanging out, I knew I wanted to be with him every minute for the rest of my life.
Or at least every minute possible. Starting with this one in the elevator of our hotel.
We were kissing deeply, grinding against one another and already starting to undress one another when the doors slid open—and not at our floor.
A soft gasp and the door closed again, but there was nobody else in the car with us, so I continued kissing Ches until we reached the top floor and could spill out into the hallway.
Deep-pile carpet muffled our groans as I backed out into the hallway, bringing him with me.
Our suite lay just a few yards away, but it felt impossibly far.
And this hotel was not a kink club. We’d come close enough to ending up naked in the elevator, our behavior apparently shocking someone enough that they didn’t get on at all.
If they reported us, would management know who we were?
I didn’t care. They weren’t foolish enough to throw me out. And we really hadn’t crossed a line. A line we’d be throwing ourselves over if I didn’t get the door to the suite open in the next two seconds.
His hands were all over me, making it a little difficult to find the keycard in my pocket, but the reward waiting on the other side of the door offered impetus and I managed it.
We never stopped kissing, and once in the suite, the clothes flew.
I’d already gotten a preview of his beautiful body, but after guiding him into the larger bedroom, the one I’d been using, I flipped on a bedside lamp before completing undressing Ches and then myself.
We stood and looked at one another, and I hoped the fact his cock rose firm and straight, pointing toward me, meant he liked what he saw.
Unable to resist, I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around his hips.
His cock bobbed against my lips, and I lapped the tip with its droplet of crystal precum.
Everything about him tasted sweet and salty, and I breathed in his scent, a unique fragrance that reminded me of night in the desert.
I took him deeper, but his knees wobbled, and I gave him a gentle push to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Alpha, that feels…it feels…”
I released him from my mouth long enough to say, “Good?”
“So good.” He tangled his fingers in my hair and tugged. “Please don’t stop.”
As if I would.
My head bobbed, taking his long, hard cock deeper into my throat each time until he cried out and yanked so hard on my hair, at any other time I would have hated it, but not now.
He bucked his hips and cum spurted into my mouth and down my throat.
As soon as he slumped, I stood up, eased him onto his back, pulled his ass right to the edge of the bed, and lifted his knees, wide apart.
His hole winked at me, slick and shiny in the lamplight.
“So ready for me, omega.”
“Since the first time I saw you. I’ve been afraid I’d stain my pants with slick. Does that ever happen?”
“Maybe we’ll find out.” I worked my cock back and forth, making it as slippery as possible for this omega’s virgin run. I had to be gentle, exert control no matter how hard he made me. He deserved tender care, and to know that everything with me would be for his pleasure as well as mine.
Of course, the second I breached him, my brain shut down and all I could think about was burying myself in his body, connecting us, making us one. But his cries and groans were of pleasure, not pain. And he cried out, begging me to go faster, to fill him.
“I’ve got you, omega.” In every way. I drove in again and again, each thrust taking me farther into his body, stretching him until my balls slapped against his cheeks. We moved together as if we’d been doing this forever, but it had all the excitement of the first time that it was.
All too soon, my balls tightened and I groaned. “I’m going to come.”
“Mmm. Yes.” He squeezed his muscles around me, milking my cum as it poured into him.
So tight, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to knot.
But then it was there, swelling, binding us together.
I reached down and gathered him to me, bringing my teeth to his shoulder and marking my mate as mine.
Anyone who saw him would know he belonged to someone.
It was possessiveness and protection all at once.
Everything my wolf wanted from our mate.
Everything I had to give and all he would let me take.
Mine.
I withdrew the bite and licked the wound closed. My saliva would seal it and make sure it scarred. Then I rolled to the side, taking him with me, never wanting to let him go.