Chapter 13 #2
We’re kissing again, harder this time, more desperate.
I’m drowning in her scent that’s heavy with arousal.
She’s growing wet, I know it, and the knowledge turns me feral.
In one motion, I sweep everything on the table aside—plates clattering together, silverware scattering—and lift her onto the surface.
She gasps, laughing breathlessly, but then we’re kissing again, and there’s nothing funny about it anymore.
Her scent is everywhere now, fogging my thoughts, reducing me to base instincts. This is what it’s supposed to be like with scent matches—overwhelming, consuming, impossible to resist.
I break the kiss, breathing hard, my forehead pressed to hers. “I’m going to taste you now. Every inch. Make you come on my tongue until you forget how to speak.”
My hands are already at her jeans, fingers working the button open.
She bites her lip, but she’s smiling, giving me permission without words, and lifts her hips. I take my time sliding the denim down her legs, letting my hands drag along her thighs, learning the shape of her. Her panties are simple cotton, dark purple, and already damp at the center.
Fuck yes.
I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down too, slowly and deliberately, watching her face the whole time.
She kicks them off completely, leaving her in just that burgundy shirt and socks. The image is going to be burned into my brain forever.
Her thighs are soft, unmarked, and when I spread them wider, I see she’s completely bare, smooth and absolutely perfect.
“Lie back,” I instruct. “Time for me to really feast.”
She leans back on her elbows, legs dangling off the edge of the table, and giggles softly, nervous but excited.
I lift her legs and place them over my shoulders, then I just stare at her offering for a long moment. Her lips are pink and swollen, already slick with arousal.
So I grab the squeeze bottle of maple syrup from where it rolled, and her eyes go wide when she realizes what I’m planning.
“Chris…”
I squeeze, and the syrup drips between her legs in a slow stream. She laughs out loud and squirms. It slides over her outer lips, pools between them.
“It’s cold!”
I use my fingers to pry her open and squeeze more syrup directly onto her, coating her inner lips, letting it drip over her. Then I lean in and lick.
One long stroke from bottom to top, and I moan at the taste. “Fuck,” I growl against her. “Perfect fucking combination.” Then I go wild on her.
Licking and sucking, devouring her like she’s the best meal I’ve ever had, because she is. The maple syrup mixed with her natural taste is addictive, sweet and earthy and uniquely her, and I can’t get enough.
She’s squirming and gasping, her hips jerking every time my tongue hits her clit, and the sounds she’s making are better than any music.
I slide my hands under her ass, lifting her slightly off the table for better access, and work her with everything I have. My tongue circles her clit, flicks over it, then I’m sucking it into my mouth while my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass.
Her gasps turn to moans, then into cries, and her thighs start trembling against my shoulders.
“Chris,” she gasps, one hand fisting in my hair. “Chris, I’m—”
She doesn’t finish because she’s coming, screaming so loud I’m glad we don’t have close neighbors. She releases her hold of me and is completely on her back, shuddering.
Her whole body arches off the table, thighs clamping around my head, and I don’t let up. I keep licking, keep sucking her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she’s thrashing and begging incoherently.
Wave after wave crashes through her, and I wish I were inside her right now, fucking her.
When she finally goes limp, collapsed on the table and panting, I release her clit and glance up, licking my lips slowly.
She’s completely undone, hair messy and spread across the table, shirt rucked up, showing her stomach, chest heaving, eyes glazed and unfocused.
“Fuck, I love seeing you like this,” I murmur. “Could look at you wrecked and satisfied all damn day and never get bored.”
She tries to sit up, her movements uncoordinated and shaky. “That was… something else. But now I’m all sticky.”
I grin, standing and helping steady her. “Oh, you definitely are. Stay right there.” So I head to the bathroom, grabbing a clean towel and running it under warm water. I grab a dry one too and bring them both back.
She’s watching me with a grin as I gently wipe between her legs and her inner thighs, cleaning away the syrup and her arousal, then dry her carefully with the second towel.
“You often clean up after yourself?” She sounds amazed.
“Every Alpha should treat his Omega like a queen. That’s basic fucking respect.” I hand her the jeans and panties she kicked off earlier. “Any man who doesn’t take care of you after isn’t worth your time.”
“Chris, you keep making me blush.” She’s covering her face with her hands. “I’m going to be permanently red around you three.”
“Good. Love seeing you flustered.”
She dresses quickly, fingers fumbling slightly with the button of her jeans. When she’s done, she stares at me, and I see the question forming behind her eyes. Before she asks it, I pull her into my arms, holding her close.
“You have no idea how lucky we are to have you here,” I whisper against her hair, breathing in her scent. “Resisting rutting you, knotting you, claiming you completely, it’s close to impossible. But we’re going to try until you’re ready for all of us. Deal?”
“Sounds fair,” she whispers, her arms coming around my waist.
I pull back to study her, and her cheeks are pink. I’m so fucking gone for this woman it’s not even funny.
She wriggles out of my embrace, smoothing down her shirt. “Okay, then, let’s clean up this mess.” She starts gathering scattered silverware while I pick up the plates. She carries them to the kitchen, and I follow with the rest, planning to wash the tablecloth too.
She grabs juice from the fridge, pouring herself a glass while I load the dishwasher.
“So I have a job tomorrow night,” she says, leaning against the counter. “Need to check today that it’s all ready to go. Should be straightforward and nothing Scot can sabotage since it’s already booked and confirmed. Fingers crossed it stays that way.”
“Tomorrow night?” I glance at her while rinsing a plate. “We’ve got targets to track down tomorrow. Maybe two of us handle that and one comes with you?”
“What? No.” She waves me off. “I have a friend helping out. I booked her venue for the event, and she has her Alphas around if anything goes wrong. Plus, I have my Honda to take me into town.”
I grin, shutting off the water. “That Honda is getting pretty old. Might be time for an upgrade.”
“It runs perfectly fine, thank you very much.” She’s feigning offense, pointing her juice glass at me. “Not all of us have mansions and fancy trucks.”
“Yet,” I say. “Give it time, gorgeous.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling, and I’m licking my lips, still tasting maple syrup and her sweet pussy. Best fucking morning I’ve had in years.