Chapter Twenty One
“You,” Maverick said as his mouth descended on mine as soon as the door was shut. “Are probably making a really bad decision.”
“Why?” I asked, my question muffled by his hungry mouth as he pressed my back against the door, the cool wood chilling my bare skin.
It had taken all of the courage I possessed in my body to put on this nightgown that I’d secretly bought weeks ago and sneak down to Maverick’s room.
But today, after he’d pulled me into his arms and pressed my face into his neck and protected me from seeing what fell out of that man’s coat?
Now he was mine.
My inner omega knew it and my heart knew it too.
Feeling emboldened by my grandmother’s earlier words, I did what I never would have done months ago and I decided to just put myself out there.
If I got rejected by him, then at least I knew where we stood.
Somehow, though, I’d known that wouldn’t happen. I was right too. As soon as Maverick opened the door all of the pretense he’d been putting on for weeks seemed to melt away as soon as he saw the nightgown.
“Because I’m supposed to be your Secret Service. Your bodyguard,” he told me with a groan, his hands sneaking down my back to cup my ass, giving it a firm squeeze that sent tingles of need ricocheting down my legs. “I’m not supposed to fuck you.”
“You’ve never been attracted to someone you’ve been protecting before?” I asked, gasping as he suddenly became very interested in the pulse on the side of my neck, his lips rasping down the sensitive skin there.
Maverick pulled away for a moment, shooting me a dry look. “Lennon, most of the people I used to protect were men in their fifties with pot bellies and a comb over, not hot omegas with an attitude problem.”
“I do not have an attitude problem,” I told him haughtily, squealing as he lifted me off of my feet and practically threw me onto the already mussed hotel bed.
Apparently the normally perfect Maverick Onassis didn’t make his bed every day. If anything, the fact made the alpha almost a little bit more endearing to me.
“Why are you smiling like that?” he asked with a growl as he crawled over me, his hands sliding up the skirt of the nightgown I was wearing and finding the tied panties underneath.
I smirked. “You don’t make your bed every day?”
“I didn’t have time today,” he grumbled. “I do make it sometimes.”
“Adorable,” I told him, reaching up to ruffle his dark hair and marveling at how soft and silky it was.
Maverick reached up to pull my hand out of his hair. “I think you’re forgetting that you came here to proposition me, Lennon.”
“And you were busy trying to convince me it was a bad idea,” I shot back sweetly. “So I figured a distraction was in order.”
“Minx,” he huffed, his mouth crashing into mine again.
The kiss was blazingly hot like he was trying to see how far he could push me before I came up for air, but I was game, just happy to melt underneath him and enjoy the experience that had been plaguing my too-vivid dreams for the past several weeks.
Maverick’s hips dipped down and grinded against mine and I could feel his hard length through the gray sweatpants he was wearing and I froze for a moment.
Feeling the sudden change in my body, Maverick paused and pulled away.
“How experienced are you?” Maverick asked, his voice rough.
“I’ve had heats before,” I explained. “But I always check the, ah, non-penetrative option at the heat center. So just hand and mouth stuff really.”
It was a bit embarrassing to admit it out loud to him, especially knowing that all four of the guys were probably way more experienced than I was.
Maverick seemed to digest the information for a moment before he leaned back and tugged me with him, pulling me into his lap. “Can I ask why?”
For a moment I was worried I’d ruined the mood by admitting the fact that I was technically a virgin to him, that it was too much for the alpha that was already going against his own morals to do this with me and that he was about to send me on my merry way without the sex that I was craving so badly.
“It just never felt right to do it that way,” I said with a shrug. “I’m not a prude, nor do I really believe in waiting for marriage or true love or anything like that… but I did want to have sex with someone that I liked? I guess? I never liked anyone enough before.”
“And you do now?”
I nodded, tucking my face into his neck and inhaling deeply. The suppressants had all but worn off so his scent was thick and heady, making my head spin. “A scent match. I think that’s what I’ve been waiting for.”
“I see…” Maverick trailed off thoughtfully. “And I take it that all four of us are that for you?”
“Yeah,” I told him simply. That was another bridge that I hoped we’d cross after this one, especially seeing as they weren’t an actual pack at the moment.
Maverick cupped the back of my head, his fingers kneading the tension that I hadn’t even realized had gathered there while we talked. “Thank you for being honest.”
“You’re welcome,” I told him brightly. “So, are you a virgin too?”
I meant it as a joke, but the serious worry on his face made me realize that Maverick may not be the best alpha to do that with. “I’m kidding, Maverick, I don’t expect you to be a virgin. You’re like walking sex on legs. I’d be more surprised if you were one.”
“I am not walking sex on legs, Lennon,” he mumbled, a blush filling his tanned cheeks.
My brows rose and I decided to get this evening back on a more spicy track. Twisting my body so that I was straddling his lap, I pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I mean, I’m kind of hoping you are. Especially considering I want you to blow my mind tonight.”
Strong arms banded around my waist and suddenly we were on again.
“Promise me you won’t regret this?” he asked, the last bits of his hesitance showing on his face.
I reached up and cupped his face in my hands. “Only if you do the same.”
His answer was another blazing kiss.
Things happened in a blur after that.
The nightgown that I’d meticulously picked out practically fell apart in his hands and he growled as he pulled it out from between our bodies, tossing it onto the floor right along with his sweatpants.
“Where the hell did you even find something like that?” he asked as he tugged at the strings of the matching panties.
“Lilith’s Garden,” I told him innocently. “The Angels section.”
“I feel bad for the poor agent that had to check that package,” Maverick muttered as he stared at my bare chest, his brown eyes transfixed on the small breasts and the rosy peaks of my nipples.
“So are you telling me I shouldn’t get my vibrators delivered to the White House either?” I asked demurely, reaching down to give one of my nipples a pinch, feeling it stiffen under my touch.
Maverick’s throat tensed as he swallowed hard.
“Don’t tease me, Lennon.”
“What do you mean? Do you consider this teasing?” I asked, tweaking the other nipple. “What about this?”
My hand slunk down in between us, and despite my nerves, I touched the swelling bud of nerves in between my legs and moaned.
It had the exact effect I’d been looking for because Maverick quickly knocked my hand out of the way and replaced it with his own thicker fingers.
“You act like such a goody two-shoes,” he said as he pressed my clit with his thumb before prodding at the tight entrance of my pussy with one finger, testing it. “But you’re a naughty girl in bed, aren’t you.”
Shooting him a sweet smile, I reached down and pushed on his finger until it slipped inside and began to stretch the tight entrance of my pussy. “I don’t know, maybe I could be a goody two-shoes in here too if you give me the right orders.”
“I don’t think you’d listen even if I did,” Maverick huffed with a shake of his head. “I even have the feeling that I might have to swat that perfect ass of yours at some point.”
I shuddered at the thought.
“Add another finger,” I urged, wanting to hurry things up so that I could feel the stiff length that I could feel resting against my knee.
But Maverick didn’t listen to me as he curled the singular finger inside of me and swirled his thumb around my clit. “Be patient, omega.”
I’d always read about alphas calling omegas by their designation during sex in my romance novels and I had never understood why something like that would have any effect on the omega. It was just a word, after all.
I understood it now, though, as he half-purred and half-growled it at me. The word seemed to vibrate its way through my brain, triggering my inner-omega and making it claw its way to the forefront of my mind, ready to give in to the baser instincts that had been long forgotten in the modern day.
“Please, alpha,” I said, the word rolling as naturally off of my lips as if I’d been using it every day of my life.
Maverick seemed to like that because I felt his entire body shake above mine and when I looked into his eyes again I found his pupils completely blown, like he’d given in to his own instincts too.
“What do you want, omega, tell me,” he commands, a second finger already sliding its way inside of me despite his telling me to wait earlier.
Squirming underneath him, I reach for his cock and wrap my fingers around it.
“I need this, alpha, please.”
Maverick shook his head. “It’s too soon.”
It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself rather than me.
“I don’t care,” I told him with a petulant pout as I gave the stiff length one long pump. I’d never done this for any of the alphas who had worked at the heat center. In fact, I’d never been able to see any of their faces because the rooms were kept pitch dark.
But I could see Maverick’s face now and how much pleasure I was bringing to him and it just made me hungrier for more.
My fingers danced down until I could feel the ghost of his knot. This was what would fill up during sex and eventually get stuck inside of me, locking us together.