Warren’s Bathroom
Warren’s Bathroom
Tansy
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” I ask, but immediately wish I hadn’t.
Warren goes very still. Not stiff. Just quiet in a way that makes my stomach drop. There’s something off about him tonight, a tension I can’t place. It’s like he’s holding himself together by force of habit. Like today took something out of him.
For half a second, I brace myself to apologize, to take it back before it turns awkward or worse.
But then Warren exhales and finally finds his voice. “Yes,” he says. “Of course. I would love nothing more than that.”
Relief hits me so fast it almost makes me dizzy.
Then he adds softly, “Beck’s in my room.” He looks at me as if he’s praying that isn’t a problem.
“I know,” I say quickly. “I just want to be near you. Near both of you.”
Warren studies me for a second, like he is making sure I mean it, and I do.
“I was with Grason and Cass all evening,” I say, feeling very awkward admitting that out loud. “And it was amazing, but I kept thinking about the rest of you.” I glance away, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
The confession feels strange coming out of my mouth.
I’ve never been the kind of person who needed people this way. I’ve always kept a little distance, even with my closest friends, but something about this pack keeps pulling me in.
I clear my throat, then whisper, “I missed you.”
And that seems to do something to the alpha.
Warren’s eyes widen, the air in the small bathroom suddenly feeling thick, charged with something soft and exciting. He doesn't say anything right away. He simply lets my words hang between us.
Then he whispers, “You missed me?” His voice is hushed with disbelief.
"I did," I breathe, nodding slightly. "While I love Cass and Gray, I needed more…I needed,” I stare at my feet, “You."
The air around me shifts as Warren’s scent grows. Sandalwood, oakmoss, and fresh wool.
I can feel his gaze on me, the temperature in the room growing warmer. I shift on my feet as I nod, suddenly hyper-aware of how thin my nightgown is.
"You have no idea what that does to me," Warren says, his voice rough, dropping a full octave.
Heat burns my cheeks, and I look up.
The alpha in front of me looks so fucking intense and gorgeous at the same time.
His dark blond hair is still wet, slicked up in all different directions. Soft droplets of water clinging to his shoulders and chest only accentuate the hard, defined lines of his muscles. But it’s his face that truly undoes me.
The dark shadow of stubble on his jaw and chin gives him a rugged, dangerous edge, a sharp contrast to the warmth in his eyes. They aren't just dark with arousal. They’re soft, too, filled with a tenderness that makes my chest ache even as his desire burns.
He looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters. Like he wants to devour me inch by inch.
It’s a dizzying mix of passion and love all directed solely at me.
“You are so sweet.” Warren stands up slowly. He towers over me, his height forcing me to tip my head back to look him in the eye. While he’s not as big as Gray, I still feel small in the best possible way, fragile and protected beneath his shadow. “How did we get so lucky to find you?”
He takes a step toward me, closing the little distance between us, his presence overwhelming my senses.
In the past, I would have backed up, but not anymore.
I want him closer.
I need him to touch me. I need his heat, his weight, his scent to consume me until there’s nothing left but us.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Warren whispers, and I nod, the movement loose like I’m lost in a daze.
“Okay,” I say, already breathless.
Slowly, Warren lifts his hand and slides it around to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. He grips the roots, making my head tip back, then in one sharp, possessive motion, he jerks my body against his. The air leaves my lungs in a rush as my chest collides with his hot skin.
Before I can even think, his mouth crashes down on mine.
He kisses me hard and fast, the sudden passion making my head spin. His lips mold against mine, his tongue sweeping past my lips and tangling with mine. It makes my knees weak, and my toes curl.
Every inch of me is alive, burning with a heat that matches his own as he devours me, holding me so tight I couldn't escape if I wanted to.
Then Warren moves, guiding me backward, step by step. My backside hits the bathroom counter, the solid edge pressing into me. Hands slide down my sides and around, gripping my ass, then I am lifted off the floor as if I weigh nothing at all.
My hands fly to Warren’s shoulders. The world tilts for half a second before he sets me down on the counter. Cool porcelain hits the back of my thighs.
The alpha’s body slots in close, familiar and overwhelming. My legs fall open instinctively, settling around his hips, anchoring me there without either of us saying a word.
The kiss slows, then deepens. It turns less frantic and more deliberate, like he’s losing a battle, his grip tightening at my waist.
"You taste like fucking heaven," he murmurs against my mouth, his voice a ragged scrape of sound. "I need more,” he pants. “I need to taste all of you." He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, his gaze burning with a wild, desperate intensity. "Let me taste you, Tansy. Please."
I barely have time to gasp, to process the question, before he drops to his knees in front of me.
The movement is sudden, powerful, driven by a need that borders on feral.
Warren’s hands grip my thighs, pushing them wide, spreading me open for his gaze. My heart hammers against my ribs, a mix of shock and electric anticipation flooding my veins.
I realize with a jolt that I’m not wearing any panties under my thin nightgown, and I’m instantly bare to him. His eyes widen, locking onto the apex of my thighs, and a low, guttural growl tears from his throat.
"Fucking perfect," he breathes, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of me.
My folds are already wet, glistening with slick, betraying just how much I want this, how much I need him.
He leans in, his nose brushing against my inner thigh, inhaling my scent deeply. The air between us crackles, the tension thick and suffocating in the best way possible.
Warren licks his lips, then opens his mouth.
He dives in, his hot tongue brushing a broad stripe up my center.
My back arches hard, a muffled cry tearing from my throat as he begins to lavish me with attention.
He licks and sucks my clit with a desperate, hungry intensity, like he's starving for my taste.
Hands grip my thighs tight, holding me open as he feasts, his stubble rasping against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, adding a sharp, delicious friction to the overwhelming pleasure.
My body responds instantly.
My hips buck against his face, seeking more of that exquisite pressure. My head falls back, hitting the mirror with a dull thud, but I don't care. I'm drowning in sensations.
Every flick of his tongue sends electricity straight to my core, winding me tighter and tighter.
I can feel the slick gathering rapidly, coating his chin as he devours me.
I am wildly, uncontrollably turned on; my entire being focused on the heat of his mouth and the rhythmic movements of his tongue as he drives me relentlessly toward the edge.
My fingers fly to Warren's hair, tangling in the damp strands and gripping tight, holding him to me. I’m desperate, seeking an anchor as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch.
His tongue works me over with wild precision, circling my clit before sucking it into his mouth, and I can feel the orgasm rushing toward me like a freight train. My thighs tense, muscles locking up, and I squeeze his face hard, trapping him against me.
The pressure coils impossibly tight in my belly, snapping violently.
I come with a muffled cry, burying my face in my arm to stifle the sound.
It washes over me long and hard, wave after wave of blinding ecstasy that steals my breath and vision.
My entire body convulses, shaking uncontrollably as he rides me through it, his mouth never stopping until I’m a limp, gasping mess.
I bite down on my lip, fighting to keep silent, terrified of waking the whole house, but the pleasure is so intense it borders on agony.
Slowly, the pleasure eases and so does Warren’s tongue. My heart hammers against my ribs as I try to catch my breath, my legs finally going slack around the alpha’s shoulders.
But I’m only given a second to recover.
Before the aftershocks can fully fade, Warren stands up, his movement abrupt and commanding. He grips the hem of my nightgown and tugs it roughly up and over my head, tossing the fabric aside. The cool air hits my overheated skin, making my breath stutter.
“Open.” Warren steps between my legs, his large frame crowding me.
I feel the blunt, heavy head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He doesn't ask. He doesn't wait. He just grips my hips and pushes forward, burying his big alpha cock deep inside me in one long stroke.
The sudden stretch is intense. I’m so full that the size of him forces a sharp gasp from my lips.
“Come here, gorgeous.” He slides his hands under my ass, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, and lifts me slightly.
The angle changes, allowing him to go deeper, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur. Then he starts to move. He fucks into me hard, his hips snapping forward with a primal urgency that rattles the counter.
Every thrust is powerful, driving me back against the mirror, filling me so completely that I can't think. I’m at his mercy, taking everything he gives me, my body clinging to him as he takes what he needs.
"Look at you," he growls, his voice a low, guttural rasp as he looks down at where we’re connected. "Taking me so deep. You like being stuffed. Don’t you?"
I nod, and he pulls back before slamming in once again. I moan loudly, digging my nails into his back.
"Greedy little, omega.” His grip on my ass tightens, almost bruising as he grinds into me. “You need to be filled.”
The alpha doesn't give me a chance to respond.
Instead, he pulls me off the counter, his strength effortless as he keeps himself buried deep inside me. My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, my arms clinging to his shoulders as he carries me out of the steamy bathroom and into the cooler air of his bedroom.
The movement shifts his cock inside me, a delicious friction that makes me moan softly against his neck. He reaches the bed and lays me down gently, settling between my thighs to roll his hips, grinding into me with a slow, deliberate pace.
Just as I’m starting to lose myself again, a soft snore cuts through the silence of the room.
We both freeze instantly.
“Fuck,” Warren whispers, eyes wide, staring at the far side of the bed.
My confusion lingers a second longer than his, then it hit me.
Beck is asleep, only a few feet away.
I’m mortified, my face burning with heat as I stare at Warren with wide eyes, silently willing myself to evaporate. But Warren just looks down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he fights back a laugh.
It's a silent struggle, his shoulders shaking slightly, and it's so absurd, so dangerously naughty, that I can't help it. I press my lips together to stifle the sound, but a silent giggle bubbles up in my chest.
Warren leans down, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of my ear. "Do you think you can stay quiet?" he whispers, his voice so low it’s barely a breath. "For me?"
I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning as he shifts his hips, reminding me exactly how full I am.
A part of me feels like a good, respectable packmate would scramble out of this bed and race back to her nest out of respect for the beta…who is sleeping peacefully only a few feet away.
But that omega isn't here right now.
Warren is right. I am greedy.
I want this too much to stop. I want him, and I’m not willing to give him up, even with the risk of getting caught.
"Don't stop," I whisper, the words barely a ghostly sound.
Warren’s gaze softens, the frantic energy we just shared fading into something deeper, more tender.
He leans over me, blanketing my body with his, pressing his chest flat against mine. The weight of him feels so good, his skin hot and firm against my own.
His hands slide down to grip my waist and hips, squeezing my flesh with a possessive but gentle reverence. Then he starts to move.
It’s not the hard, desperate fucking from before. Instead, I feel cherished and safe in the way his body surrounds mine.
Warren rolls his hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding deep inside me. He makes love to me with a deliberate intensity, every stroke designed to draw out the pleasure and make me feel cherished.
He nuzzles my neck, breathing me in, his mouth brushing my skin as he whispers, "So good, baby. Let go."
And I do.
My orgasm washes over me like a gentle, warm tide. A sweet, trembling release that leaves me gasping softly against my alpha’s shoulder.
I cling to him, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back as my body quakes in his arms, wave after wave of sweet pleasure rippling through me. It's intimate and overwhelming in a completely different way, making my heart feel as full as my body.
Warren follows right behind me.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his hips jerking once as he finds his own end. He muffles his groan against my skin, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he spills himself.
Even in the throes of his climax, he's careful, holding me tight but mindful of the sleeping beta only a few feet away.
Once we both come down, we stay like that for a long time, tangled together in the dark, our breathing slowly syncing as we come down.