CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“H ow did you find this place?” I ask on a gasp, stepping away from the bike that’s parked on a massive overlook. Looking out over the edge I see the entire city laid out before me, twinkling lights and cars moving along highways.
It’s breathtaking.
“On one of my rides when I first got my bike,” he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist as we both look out onto the city below.
It’s like looking out at a shimmering sea of lights, and I find myself wanting to stay up here forever. “How long ago was that?”
“Hmmm, probably about five years ago, when I was still in the residency program.” He tucks his nose into my neck and inhales deeply, sending a shiver through me. “I was driving home one day, and saw some bikes parked outside of a dealership. Took a test drive, then did some research and got my own.”
A small laugh leaves me. “A very Simon way to go about getting a vehicle many see as a death trap.”
He chuckles, low and soft, the sound making my toes curl. We stand in silence for a moment longer, just staring out at the world below us.
“Tell me something about you, Cady. Something real.” He murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
Something real? It’s only been a few days, but I already feel like I’ve known this pack forever. It’s hard to remember that they don’t already know everything there is to know about me.
“I’ve suppressed my omega nature for so long, I’m not sure what I’m doing anymore,” I whisper into the wind as Simon’s arms tighten around my middle. “I hate the sound plastic wrap makes when it’s crumpled up. I love to eat pickles with peanut butter. Sometimes, when I would write my articles, I would close my eyes and pretend I had a pack,” my voice has lowered to a whisper, “and somehow, I think I imagined the five of you.”
Suddenly, I’m whirled around to face him, and he grips my face in his hands, his hazel eyes searching mine. “And I think,” I say softly, my eyes darting down to his mouth for just a second as my tongue wets my bottom lip. “I think I’m half in love with all of you already.”
His mouth is on mine in an instant, his lips soft and testing. I open for him, running my tongue along the seam of his lips, the hint of coffee and hazelnut making me whimper. He groans into my mouth as he accepts me, his tongue tangling with mine in an instant. One of his hands grips the back of my neck while the other one wraps around my waist, holding me to him. The hard bulge of his erection presses against my stomach, making my panties slick with need, but he doesn’t grind, doesn’t push into me, doesn’t try to do anything about it.
This man. I said half in love, and I don’t know if this is just the scent match talking, but I might be full-blown, heart bursting in love with him. My sweet, sensitive, and caring Alpha.
My hands fumble between us, reaching for his belt. I need to taste him.
“Sweetheart, wait—” he gasps, pulling away from me.
“What is it?” I ask, breathing hard from our kiss.
“I just…I don’t…” He cuts himself off, like he’s not sure what to say, and his face slowly starts to turn red.
Fuck. I pushed him too far. I just assumed he would want to do… this with me. I didn’t even ask.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, feeling like an ass I withdraw my hands. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
A shocked laugh leaves him and he catches my hands, taking them in his. “God, no, Cady. I…it’s embarrassing. That’s all. I’ve never…” He trails off, looking sheepish.
My brows shoot up. “Received a blowjob?”
He nods, swallowing roughly. “Any of it. I’m a literal thirty-one year old virgin. Never had time to pursue any relationships when I was a teen, and then it just felt…unimportant. Now that I’ve met you though…” he trails off, looking at me with heated eyes.
“Now that you’ve met me?” I ask, waiting with baited breath.
“Now that I’ve met you,” he inhales deeply, no doubt catching a huge whiff of my arousal. “I don’t need the bike to feel like I’m letting go. Being here, with you, is more freeing than a hundred bike rides could ever be. I want to be with you. I just…needed you to know the whole truth first.”
“I admit,” I say, getting on my tiptoes and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Knowing I’ll be the only girl you ever sleep with is doing major things to my ego.”
He laughs and kisses me breathless. “It doesn’t bother you?”
“Only if it doesn't bother you that this is going to be my first blowjob.” I grin at him before dropping to my knees. He doesn’t stop me this time as I undo his belt and unbutton his pants. I bit my lip as I lower his boxers enough to pop his throbbing dick out. It’s slightly curved up, thick with veins running up the shaft. His knot is already half inflated and there’s a perfect bead of precum at the tip. I follow my instincts, darting my tongue out to lick it off.
Fucking hazelnut and coffee and musk and salt.
A shudder runs through his body at the brief contact, and I take that as an invitation to pop the whole head into my mouth. He groans, and I run my tongue on the underside of his shaft, taking all I can I fit into my mouth, nearly to the knot. I quickly look up at him, meeting his eyes as he looks down at me and runs a reverent hand over my cheek. His pupils are blown, and his chest is already heaving.
“Oh my god, Cady. You’re…This is—” A strangled yelp leaves him as I hollow out my cheeks sucking hard.
If he can talk while his cock is in my mouth, I’m not doing it right.
My hands grip his thighs as I bob up and down on his length, the sounds that I’m dragging from him making me feel like a damn pleasure goddess. I’m vaguely aware of his hand threading through my hair. Not pushing, not pulling, just there.
“Oh, oh! Cady, sweetheart, I’m gonna—” He tries to pull away, but I only grip his hips tighter, letting his release spill down my throat.
Hazelnut and coffee never tasted so good.
“Holy shit,” he breathes as I pop off and look up at him, licking my lips.
“I’ve never heard you curse before,” I giggle as he helps me to my feet, and starts brushing off my knees before he tucks himself away and does his belt and pants back up.
“That was amazing,” he murmurs, sweeping me into his arms. “I want to do something for you too. Can I…can I touch you? …Taste you?”
He swallows, looking almost nervous despite the fact I just made him cum down my throat.
“Yes,” I whisper, reaching up to kiss him. “But I want to have you in my nest for that. Is that okay?”
He brushes his lips against mine before reaching and plopping my helmet on my head. “Well then let’s get to your nest.”
***
I feel like a teenager as I lead Simon up the stairs by his hand, trying to be quiet so we don’t wake anyone up. They probably aren’t sleeping, but I want this moment between Simon and me to be just the two of us for now. He’s never had sex, and I’ve never had sex with an alpha.
It’s a night of firsts for both of us.
I catch sight of Reggie on a new cat tree in the den, and bet it was Ollie who went and got it while we were out.
My door shuts behind us, and we’re immediately tearing each other's clothes off. Gone is the timid alpha who warned me about his virginity before I blew him, and in his place is an alpha who wants his omega in every possible way.
There’s no way I’m trying to pretend like they aren’t mine. If another omega so much as looks at them, I’ll claw their fucking eyes out.
Shit. I’m super hormonal. I really need to go to the doctor. Good thing omegas are only fertile during their heat.
My train of thought is interrupted by a very naked Simon picking up a very naked me and gently laying me in the nest. He stands at the edge of the bed, removing his glasses as my eyes travel up his body. He’s not built like a tank, but he’s lean and muscled in a way that makes my mouth water.
The way his arms flex as he crawls over me sends waves of heat straight through my body, and I can feel the slick that my body is already producing in preparation of being fucked and knotted by my alpha.
He stops short, however, lowering his head between my legs and inhaling deeply. “You smell so damn good, sweetheart.” he rumbles, his pupils blown wide.
More slick runs down my thighs and he purrs, licking the insides of my thighs and letting out a guttural groan. My breath hitches at the contact, and then he’s running his tongue through my folds.
My back arches off the bed with a keening cry, and then he’s feasting. Licking and sucking, and nibbling. It’s not refined, it’s not careful, it’s pure alpha lust and a need to devour me.
“Alpha, please!” I cry. I need more. I need him inside me, now.
In the next moment, he’s hovering over me, lining his again throbbing cock up to my entrance. “Are you ready?”
Biting my lip, I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close to me.
With a shuddering breath, he slides into me, inch by agonizing inch. It’s not enough. I need him all and I need it now. “Simon!” I whine, wiggling my hips, trying to get him to move.
“I’m not going to last if you do that, sweetheart.” He groans, burying his head into my neck. “I want you to come once all over my cock before I knot you.” The dirty words that leave my normally proper, sensible alpha have my insides clenching, making him growl low as he thrusts the rest of the way into me.
I cry out as his knot brushes against my clit, and he’s breathing hard, his muscles straining as he clearly holds himself back from rutting into me.
Lifting his face from my shoulder, I hold him by his cheeks as he looks into my eyes. “Give it all to me, alpha. Do not hold back. Give me my first knot.”
My words set something off in him, and a growl rips out of his chest before he captures my lips in a bruising kiss, his hips pistoning in and out of me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, matching his thrusts, and one of his arms wraps around my ass, holding it up as we move. The head of his cock drags along my insides, stoking the fire that’s slowly building within me, and before long, I’m so, so close. Instinctually, he can tell, and he changes the angle slightly so his knot repeatedly hits against my clit.
"Shit, sweetheart. Gonna knot you and bond you someday," he grits out, and for once the mention of a bond doesn't fill me with dread.
“Oh, fuck! Simon!” I cry out, my nails digging into his back.
“I’m…gonna…knot…now…” he grits out between thrusts, and I nod emphatically in agreement. Yes! Yes, knot me right fucking now.
On the next thrust, instead of pulling back, he keeps pushing, and there’s a brief flash of pain as the engorged ring of muscle at the bottom of his cock pushes through my opening, and settles in the area just inside an omega, specially designed to hold a knot. The pain instantly morphs into pleasure as he continues to rut into me, moving as much as he can now that he’s locked inside me.
The movement brushes against nerve endings inside me that only omegas have, and I feel myself burst into flames, shatter into a million pieces, and dissolve into dust all at once. The orgasm that wracks my body is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, my vision going white and my nails digging deeper into Simon's back as he groans, spilling his own release inside of me, my name like a prayer on his lips.
By the time our orgasms fade, we’re both breathing heavily, sweat running down our bodies. Simon gently lowers my ass back to the bed, then rolls us so we’re on our sides, facing each other while our legs tangle together.
He presses a kiss to my lips, sighing as he pushes a piece of hair behind my ear. “You're more than anything I have ever dreamed of.” He says softly, and I grab his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm.
We lay like that for a while, staring into each others eyes, until we fall asleep, still locked together.