Chapter Twelve
Sol
Confusion flashed across Rhys’s face. After all, I’d just told him to get dressed.
Rhys unbuckled his belt and slid it through the hoops with a swoosh.
“Slowly. I want to enjoy the show.” I sat back, feeling the plug move with me.
Rhys swallowed and took off each item of clothing with deliberate, languid movements, watching me the entire time. The flush on his cheeks deepened as he ran his hand down his chest to his hard cock while flicking his nipple with the other.
Praise for his performance sat at the tip of my tongue, but that wasn’t part of the play. “Is that how you undress in front of fellow soldiers?” I refused to acknowledge his rank on purpose.
“No.” Rhys dropped the last article of clothing, his boxers, on the floor. Again, I noted his scars on the shoulder, ribs and thighs. This Alpha was full of stories I may never hear.
“Why?”
His eyes grew hooded. “They’re not worthy. But you are.” He lowered himself to all fours and crawled toward me, then nuzzled my knee.
“Good. I want you to show me how obedient you are.” I lifted the leather contraption I’d retrieved from the box before. “This harness goes around the heel and ankle.” I fitted a small, black dildo through the steel hoop and handed it to Rhys. “Attach it to the boot.”
“Yes, Master.” He licked his lips and with a squeak of leather, attached the strap on with the dildo pointing up from the tip of the boot. His panting breaths made his arousal clear, even if I wouldn’t see how his cock was dripping pre-cum as his eyes darted back to the toy.
“The only boots you’re allowed to lick are the ones I’m wearing.” My hatred for people in power bled through my words. “I’m the only one whose orders you’ll follow.”
“Yes. I will do anything you say. No one else matters.” Rhys said it with such conviction, I almost believed it.
It was too dangerous to trust what either of us said while pheromones ruled our bodies.
“Your ass is too tight. I want you to stretch it for me.” I tossed him the lube.
On reflex, he caught it mid-air. “Do you want to watch?”
I swallowed and grabbed a bottle of water for my parched throat. “Yes. Turn around and bend over.”
Rhys assumed the position with his ass in the air, drizzled lube on his hand, and looked at me over his shoulder. He reached behind himself and slid his fingers along his crack.
A tingling sensation spread from my abdomen to my cock, and I clenched around the plug.
Rhys was so incredibly hot, he was rewiring my brain.
I cursed my current state for not being able to play with his body properly, abuse his hole, tie him up again, and add a nice blush to his ass with a flogger.
But then again, I would miss on the show Rhys was putting on for me.
He circled his opening with the pad of his finger, then slid the tip in. The moan that escaped him was needy, despite his voice being so low.
I took a healthy sip of my water. “Tell me how you feel now, presenting yourself for an omega like the bottom Alpha slut you are.”
“I feel small and weak because I want your attention so badly, even though I know I don’t deserve it.” He pushed a finger into himself, then moved it in and out with a squelch of the lube.
It was the most erotic view I’d ever seen. Until Rhys added a second digit and fucked his hole for me.
“You don’t. But I’m generous.” I ran a hand over my belly where cramps began to form again. “Come here and take a seat.” I pointed down at the strap.
Rhys crawled over to me wearing the neediest expression on his flushed face, then kneeling, positioned himself above the dildo. His hard-on bounced, the head glistening. I could smell his pre-cum, and my mouth watered. Later.
I couldn’t see the progression of the toy going into him, but imagining it was easy thanks to Rhys’s soft moans and the up and down movements of his hips. I thrust my toes up, driving the toy all the way.
Rhys’s surprised gasp ended in a string of curses. “Thank you, Master.”
“Now, take this.” I handed him a wand massager. “And attach it to my shin.”
The straps around my lower leg and the boot allowed the vibrator to rest securely against the base of Rhys’s cock.
I lifted the remote and traced my thumb over the buttons, watching the anticipation grow in Rhys’s gaze as he followed my movements.
“You can’t come,” I said and pressed on the lowest setting.
Rhys grunted, straining his body, putting it on display for me. He was built like a gladiator, all muscle and a few scars sprinkled under his ribs and shoulder. Would I ever find out where he got them?
“Keep your hands behind your back.”
He clasped them as instructed and rocked slightly, never breaking contact with the wand. I amped up the vibrations and admired as Rhys’s cock dripped with an impressive amount of pre-cum and tears sprang to his eyes.
His scent intensified, permeating my nose like the best perfume, spiking my arousal. My slick pooled, drenching the blanket I was sitting on.
I rode another cramp, but I couldn’t take it anymore. Turning off the wand, I buried my hand in Rhys’s hair. “Enough.”
He whimpered, then took deep breaths. His cock twitched, but he didn’t come. So obedient and well-trained.
I caressed his stubbled cheek, dragging my thumb along his bottom lip.
He sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it in a move so erotic, hot tingling traveled from my abdomen through my dick.
I could grow used to this level of worship.
“Get up. Then take off the boot.”
With a kiss to the inside of my palm, he extracted himself from the dildo, then removed the strap, setting all toys aside.
“Do you feel empty?”
“Yes.” He looked down, still flushed and visibly aroused.
I reached into the box and retrieved a plug thicker than the toy Rhys had been riding but way smaller than the one inside me.
“Turn around and bend over.”
Rhys did so, then held his cheeks apart with both hands.
His hole was pink and slightly puffed. If I didn’t feel my next wave creeping close, I’d give into the indulgence of eating his ass.
Right now, though, I drizzled more lube over his crack and spread it with the plug.
“Relax.” I pushed in the tip and the rest slid in with a wet sound until his rim closed over the slim part.
I tapped the flared base, then his thigh. “Is this okay?”
“More than that. Thank you.”
“Then it’s time for you to fuck me.”
He turned around and nodded. “How are you feeling?”
“Yes.” My chest constricted at his care and presence, even in the heat of the moment. “I’m ready for your knot now.”
“How do you want me?”
I maneuvered on the couch, kneeling on the pillows, and rested my arms on the backrest, my back to Rhys.
“Fuck me like this.” I looked straight ahead, at the rows of floor to ceiling windows overlooking nicely trimmed grass as far as I could see. The sun began to rise, throwing red and orange hues into the house. I’d left my watch in my backpack, but the night of the hunt was drawing to a close.
“It’s almost morning. Your cerebral monitor will turn back on soon,” I said.
“Which means you’ll be safer with me than you have been until now. But the chip wouldn’t diminish my stamina.”
I snorted, pulled out my plug and tossed it aside, uncomfortably clenching over air. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”
After having been edged to the point of tears, I was expecting Rhys to slide into me as soon as I asked. To my surprise, he placed a kiss on my lower back, then caressed my hips as he positioned himself behind me.
“Can I touch your hole?”
“Yes, wherever you want. As long as you fill me.”
His delicate fingertips grazing my rim sent a shiver through me, and I pushed out more slick that dripped down my thighs. I was about to apologize on instinct, feeling ugly and needy, but Rhys’s shuddered breath between my shoulder blades shut me up.
“You’re so beautiful.” He kissed my nape, then down my spine. “I’m honored to serve you tonight.”
My hormones raged. I was about to cry. In fact, a lone tear escaped me and rolled down to my chin. Thankfully, Rhys couldn’t see my face.
“Then do.” I smacked my cheek and pulled it to the side. “Now.”
Rhys took me by the hips, his big hands gripping me firmly but with gentleness, and pushed in a fraction.
Not enough.
I braced myself on the backrest of the couch and thrust back, impaling myself on his cock. The fullness gave me a sliver of relief, but I needed more.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. So hot. Sol, my Sun, you’re perfect.” Rhys pulled out halfway, then slammed into me again.
He couldn’t say that to me. I wanted him to ruin my body, not my heart. “That’s it. Like that. But harder.”
Rhys rocked into me with gentle but heated urgency that grew more desperate by the minute. I matched his movements, relishing every glide of his dick inside me as the base of it began to swell.
Sharp pounding on the window startled me, and I looked ahead.
Cold sweat broke out on my skin.
“Dryden?”
The man of my nightmares stood on the other side of the wall of glass with a scowl worthy of an Alpha ready to murder someone.
Me. He wanted to harm me.
“I’m so sorry. He found me.” How the hell did he do that? I turned off the tracking on my phone and the watch in my backpack.
“Fuck. Let me cover you.” Rhys reached for a blanket.
“No. Are the windows bulletproof?”
“Yes.”
“Then keep fucking me.” I sneered at Dryden, meeting his gaze. “I want him to see that I’m yours.”
“With pleasure.” Rhys sped his thrusts, slamming into my pliant hole.
Dryden pounded on the glass again, this time with both fists. “You filthy bitch!” he yelled. “Whore!”
“I’m a slut for Rhys and his cum.” I arched theatrically. “You’d never satisfy me!”
Dryden took a few steps back and, I expected, pulled his gun out and shot at the window.
I flinched at the sound of it hitting the glass, my heart pounding. I gripped the couch, digging my fingers into the leather, hoping my hands would stop shaking.
“Ruin me.” I said in a whisper. “Breed me, Rhys!”
“Anything you need, baby.”
Dryden was still shooting, emptying the magazine into Rhys’s house.
“Now bite me, claim me as yours!”
“Are you sure?”
“Do it!”
Rhys released a guttural yell—a war cry or a mating call. Then he sank his teeth into my shoulder and stilled as his knot swelled inside me.
“Ah!” I began coming, shattering in his arms, squeezing his cock with every pulse of my channel.
Every atom in my body lit up with pleasure.
I rode the wave of heat that enveloped me, as intense as it was freeing in so many ways.
I came on my terms and was filled with the cum of a man who’d never hurt me. ..yet.
I looked ahead again where Dryden dropped the gun and was clawing at the glass with the fury, and with a gaze filled with insanity.
Then he stilled, his eyes blowing wide as they met mine, then rolled back into his head. Dryden folded onto the ground, convulsing like a fish out of water.
An evil giggle left me. “It must be seven already. Dryden got zapped.”
“You’re crazy.” Rhys chuckled, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “I love you.” He stilled.
“That’s the pheromones talking, but I’ll take it. Right now, I love you too.” I rested my head on the backrest of the couch. “Hold me, Rhys.”