Chapter 24
ANITA
He lifts me effortlessly out of the water, my body still trembling violently from the orgasm he just gave me with nothing but his voice and his filthy promises, and sets me on the wide stone edge of the hot tub.
The air is cooler here, goose bumps rising immediately on my wet skin despite the heat still flooding through my veins like liquid fire.
Slater climbs into the tub with predatory grace, water sluicing off his muscular body in rivulets, catching the firelight and making his skin gleam. He positions himself directly between my thighs, and the look in his eyes leaves me breathless.
Pure, undisguised hunger.
His large hands grip my knees firmly, spreading my legs wider, completely exposing me to his hungry gaze. I should feel embarrassed. Vulnerable. But instead, I feel powerful. Wanted.
“I need to see what’s mine,” he says, his voice dropping to that dark rumble that goes straight to my core and makes everything clench. “Need to taste you properly. See if you taste as sweet as I’ve been imagining.”
Then his mouth is on me.
I cry out sharply, one hand flying to his wet hair, gripping hard as his tongue slides through my folds with devastating confidence. He’s not gentle or tentative like some men are the first time. He’s claiming. Devouring. Taking what he wants with absolute skill.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my head tilting back.
He makes this low growling sound of approval that vibrates through me, and I’m already so desperately sensitive from coming that I know I’m not going to last long at all.
His tongue circles my clit, then flattens against it, applying perfect pressure. One of his hands leaves my knee to slide two thick fingers inside me, curling just right to hit that spot that makes me see stars.
“Slater, I can’t—I’m going to—”
“Then come,” he commands against me. “Let me taste it.”
And I do. I climax with a scream that echoes off the stone walls, my thighs clamping around his head involuntarily, my whole body convulsing with the force of it.
He works me through it relentlessly, his tongue and fingers not stopping until I’m pushing weakly at his shoulders, completely oversensitive and overwhelmed.
When he finally pulls back, his face is glistening with my arousal, and the satisfied, almost feral smirk on his lips is absolutely wicked.
“Delicious,” he says, licking his lips slowly. “Even better than I imagined. I could spend days between your legs and never get tired of your taste, little Omega.”
“You’re going to kill me,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“Not kill. Just thoroughly wreck.” He drags me down into the water with him, the heated liquid enveloping us both, and I hiss slightly at the temperature change.
He kisses me then, deep and demanding and possessive, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It should be embarrassing, should make me pull away, but instead it’s incredibly hot. Knowing he just devoured me and now he’s kissing me like he owns me.
When we finally break apart, both breathing hard, he cups my face with one large hand, his thumb stroking my cheekbone with surprising gentleness.
“I’m going to make sure you never go anywhere again without knowing you’re part of a pack,” he says, his voice intense and serious. “Our pack. That you belong with us. To us. That you’re ours and we’re yours.”
My chest squeezes so tight it almost hurts. “I think I could get very used to that.”
“Good.” His thumb traces my lower lip, tugging it down slightly. “But I’m definitely going to need significantly more of that earlier groveling. That was a spectacular start, but I’m nowhere near satisfied yet.”
I laugh despite how thoroughly wrecked I already feel. “Greedy Alpha.”
“You have absolutely no idea how greedy I can get.” He moves to sit on the interior stone ledge built into the tub, the water coming up to his chest, and pulls me with him effortlessly. “Come here.”
He positions me on his lap, my back to his chest, and I can feel his erection hard and insistent against my lower back. Still ready and wanting me.
How is he this hard after what we just did?
“I need you,” he murmurs against my ear, his breath hot on my sensitive skin. “Need to be inside you. Been wanting this since the moment I saw you on that ferry.”
“Yes,” I breathe, beyond coherent thought. “Please.”
He reaches between us, gripping himself, positioning his shaft at my entrance, and so slowly it’s almost torture, he begins to lower me onto him.
I gasp sharply at the immediate stretch. He’s huge, thick and long, and even as wet and ready as I am, even after everything we’ve already done, it takes time. My body protests slightly at the intrusion.
He’s patient, though, his hands steady and sure on my hips, letting me adjust inch by inch, not forcing or rushing.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice strained. “Take your time. Take all of me. You can do it.”
“You’re so big,” I whimper, overwhelmed. “I don’t know if I can—”
“You can take it because you’re made for me.” His voice is dark confidence. “Your body knows it even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet. Feel how perfectly you’re stretching around me? How your body is welcoming me in?”
He’s right. Despite the intense stretch and feeling impossibly full, my body is accepting him. Welcoming him as if he belongs there.
When I’m finally seated on his lap, filled to absolute capacity, we both groan long and low.
“Fuck, Anita,” he breathes raggedly. “You feel incredible. So tight and hot. So perfect wrapped around me, sucking down on my cock.”
I’m trembling violently, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed. Possessed. I feel impossibly small against him. Surrounded entirely by his heat, his strength, his sheer size.
He gently pushes my wet hair off my shoulder, almost tenderly, pressing soft kisses along the exposed skin. One of his hands comes up to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple with maddening lightness. The other hand slides down between my legs, finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
“We have a few hours in here,” he says against my neck like a dark promise.
“And I’m planning to spend every single minute of it with me buried deep inside you.
Making you come over and over until you can’t tell where you end and I begin and you forget your own name.
And then, when you absolutely can’t take any more, when you’re crying and begging and completely destroyed, I’ll knot you.
Stretch you so thoroughly you’ll never forget who you belong to. ”
“How could I ever forget you?” I tease breathlessly, even as I’m whimpering at his touch, at his words painting vivid pictures in my mind.
He starts moving me on him. Not thrusting yet, just rolling my hips in slow, deliberate circles, and the sensation is too much. The water swishes and sloshes around us with the movement, creating small waves that lap against the sides of the tub.
“Tell me something,” he says, his voice dropping even lower, rougher. “Do you have toys, Anita? Things you use when you’re alone in your apartment and desperate for release? When you’re listening to my audiobooks in the dark?”
I flush hot all over, heat spreading from my cheeks down to my neck. “I… maybe.”
“I want details. Specific details.” He moves me faster now, his hips starting to thrust up slightly, and I gasp at the increased sensation.
“Just… the usual things,” I say. “Nothing crazy or exotic.”
“Define usual for me.” His fingers on my clit increase their pressure, circling faster, more deliberately.
“God, Slater—”
“Tell me.” It’s a command now, firm and unyielding.
“A vibrator,” I admit, too embarrassed and too turned on to fight him. “And… and a plug. Just a small one.”
He groans deeply, and I feel his cock twitch violently inside me. “Fuck. I want to use them on you. Want to watch you wear that plug while I take you from behind. To hold that vibrator against your clit while I’m buried inside you until you’re screaming my name and begging me to stop.”
“You’re going to completely destroy me,” I moan, feeling myself climbing again impossibly fast. “I’m already so turned on I can barely think straight.”
“Good,” he growls directly in my ear, and I clench around his cock involuntarily, my body responding to that dark tone.
He notices immediately. Of course he does.
“Hear that?” His voice is full of masculine satisfaction.
“That purring sound you just made? That’s you as an Omega responding to your Alpha.
To me. So damn beautiful. I fit inside you perfectly, and you keep squeezing me like that, so tight and hot, I’m going to lose every bit of control I have left. ”
“Excellent,” I manage to sass back, even though I’m gasping for air, even though I can barely form coherent words.
He responds by thrusting harder, deeper, his hand plucking and rolling my nipple between his fingers while his other hand works between my legs with expert, devastating precision.
I know I’m close. Can feel the orgasm building fast and inevitably, coiling tight in my spine.
“That’s it,” he urges roughly. “Come for me again. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me you’re mine.”
He thrusts particularly hard, hitting something deep inside me that turns my vision white, and I completely lose it. I scream, the sound echoing off the stone walls, my whole body convulsing violently around him.
“Fuck me,” he hisses sharply. “Squeeze me just like that, beautiful. That’s it. Milk my cock exactly like that. God, you’re absolutely perfect.”
I’m convulsing so hard I think I might actually pass out from the intensity. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. Wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.
And he’s still inside me, still impossibly hard, not releasing me from this overwhelming fullness.
“I’ve got so much more to give you,” he whispers against my ear. “We’re just getting started.”