Chapter 26 #3
“All yours,” he says, both of us just staring at his very substantial erection in the dim light. “Every inch.”
“You’re huge,” I breathe, reaching out to wrap my hand around him. “Like, all of you are impressive, but you’re…”
“Going to fit perfectly inside you,” he finishes with a confident grin, his hips jerking into my touch. “I promise.”
His hand moves between my still-trembling thighs, fingers sliding through my wetness, teasing.
“So wet for me,” he praises. “You’re perfect, you know that?” Then he’s dragging me into his lap with those strong hands, positioning me to straddle him facing forward.
“Fuck me, gorgeous,” he commands, his hands on my hips. “Use me.”
I position myself over him, and he helps guide himself to my entrance.
The stretch is intense as I start to sink down, and I have to go slowly, taking him inch by inch.
But I also can’t go fast enough because my body is screaming with need, aching to be filled, desperate to have him completely inside me.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “Take your time.”
“You’re so big,” I whimper, only halfway down. “I don’t know if—”
“You can take all of me,” he says with certainty.
I sink down farther, and he groans long and low.
“Perfect,” he says. “Such a good girl. My good girl.” The praise has me clenching around him, and he hisses. “You like that?” he asks, his hands tightening on my hips. “Like being told how good you are?”
“Yes,” I admit breathlessly.
“Then let me worship you properly,” he says. “Because you’re extraordinary. The way you feel wrapped around me, your pussy constricting my cock. The sounds you make. Everything about you is fucking addictive.”
When I’m finally fully seated, both of us groan in unison.
Then I start moving, and it’s wild and hot and desperate. We’re perspiring despite the cold outside, the windows fogging up completely from our combined heat.
I’m trying not to bounce too obviously, trying not to make the whole car rock and draw attention, but his hands are on my hips and he’s helping me, making me take him deep with every movement.
“You feel sensational,” he groans against my neck. “Better than any fantasy. So tight and hot around me.”
His hands slide up under my shirt, pushing my bra up roughly to access my breasts directly, kneading them.
“Want to feel you come apart while you’re riding me.”
“Not yet,” I gasp.
“Greedy girl,” he says with a dark laugh. “I love it.” His touch slips between my legs, fingers finding my clit.
“Yes,” he hisses. “Just like that. Squeeze me exactly like that.”
As my arousal escalates, he suddenly leans forward and bites down hard on my neck where it meets my shoulder.
I groan at the sharp pain, at the desire coursing through me.
“Mine,” he growls against my skin. “Ours. Marked. No one else gets to have you.”
The bite sends me into an orgasm, and as I’m convulsing around him, I feel him swell inside me. His knot begins to expand, bulging, pushing against me, stretching me impossibly. I gasp for air, holding him.
His knot fully locks, and he comes with a roar that probably carries beyond the car, his whole body tensing beneath me as he pulses inside me.
We’re both panting and trembling, and he wraps his arms around me as if he’s never letting go.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers against my neck, gently kissing the bite mark.
I collapse fully back against his chest, satisfied, and we stay like that, listening to the movie we’ve completely ignored playing outside.
“I love this,” I murmur after a while, my breathing finally returning to normal. “Listening to the movie and knowing exactly what’s happening even though we can’t see it.”
He laughs softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. After over thirty minutes of him holding me, stroking my skin, whispering sweet words about how amazing I am and how he’s going to take care of me always, I finally sense his knot starting to go down.
I carefully slide off him with a whimper at the loss, and he immediately pulls out tissues from the center console to clean up.
“I can do it myself,” I say, reaching for them.
“Nope, I’m doing it,” he insists gently but firmly and proceeds to clean me up with a tenderness that leaves me shocked.
I love that about him. The contrast between the rough, demanding, praise-giving lover and the caring partner who wants to take care of me.
We get dressed in the cramped space—well, I pull my jeans back on and fix my bra and shirt while he zips up and buckles his belt—and the movie reaches toward the climax. The final sword fight scene.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I say. “And I can toss these tissues away too.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“I’ll be fine.”
I climb out of the car, and the cold air is a sudden, violent shock compared to the fire we created inside. The temperature difference is so stark it actually steals my breath.
I rush to the nearest trash bin to throw away the tissues, looking around nervously, expecting people to stare and judge us for what we clearly just did.
But no one is watching. Some cars look like they’re doing exactly what we just did, windows completely fogged, definitely rocking.
Others are entirely focused on the movie, captivated by the final scenes.
I’m near the concession area at the back of the lot, just taking a moment to breathe in the cold air and let it clear my head, when I lock on to a familiar face.
Ethan.
My ex-Alpha. The leader of my former pack who savagely rejected me.
He’s standing there, and he’s staring directly at me with recognition dawning on his face.
I freeze, my whole body going rigid with shock and old fear and anger.
He looks almost exactly the same since I last saw him.
Tall, six foot, with dark brown hair styled perfectly even for a casual outdoor movie.
Broad shoulders filling out an expensive black wool jacket.
Green eyes that used to make me feel safe and cherished but now just make me feel sick and small.
That same supremely confident stance that I used to admire but now recognize as pure arrogance and entitlement.
He appears successful. Put together. Happy.
And I hate him for it.
My pulse hammers frantically against my ribs. I’m angry and nervous and hurt, and a thousand other emotions all crash over me at once.
Seeing him freezes me in place like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move or think or breathe properly.
“Anita,” he says smoothly, his voice the same as I recall as he walks closer with that confident stride. “So good to see you after so long. You’re looking amazing. Better than I remember, honestly. Life’s been treating you well?”
My voice isn’t working properly. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out except a small, embarrassing squeak.
“Oh, adorable,” he says with that condescending smile I used to think was charming.
“Still lost for words around me after all this time. Some things never change, do they? But if you want, I can show you some old times for nostalgia’s sake.
And based on your scent right now, you might be ready for me.
Receptive. I’m sure you haven’t found yourself a proper Alpha since leaving us. You always did need guidance.”
The words strike hard.
“Ethan, you’re an asshole,” I finally manage to blurt out, finding my voice through the shock and anger.
Just then, a shadow falls over me from behind. Large, strong arms wrap around me protectively.
Jasper is there, his body tense and dangerous, and he kisses the top of my head in a gesture that’s both tender and possessive.
“Who is this, dear?” he asks politely, but there’s steel underneath his words that wasn’t there moments ago.
Ethan’s eyes widen slightly with surprise. His shoulders pull back defensively, his chest puffing out in that Alpha posturing I remember too well.
“Oh, so maybe I was wrong about you not finding someone,” he says, but there’s an edge to his voice now. Jealousy for sure.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jasper snaps, his politeness evaporating instantly. “And you think you have any right to talk to Anita that way? To speak to my Omega like she’s yours?”
“Oh, this is Ethan,” I manage to say, my voice shaking slightly.
“Her first Alpha,” Ethan interrupts smugly, puffing his chest out even more. “Her first lover. The one who actually trained her properly in what it means to be an Omega in a pack before she decided to be difficult and ungrateful.”
Jasper gently but firmly moves me behind him, putting his considerable body between me and Ethan like a shield.
“Trained her?” Jasper’s voice is dangerous now, deadly quiet. “Is that what you call ignoring an Omega during her heat and refusing to help her? Ignoring her needs? Training?”
Ethan’s face flushes red. “She told you about that? Of course she did. Typical. Always playing the victim, twisting the truth to make herself look good.”
I’m fuming, hurt, confused. I’m also assuming Slater told them about my past, which I appreciate.
“You’re pathetic. A weak excuse for an Alpha who uses his designation to abuse people instead of protect and cherish them.”
“You don’t know anything about our pack dynamics,” Ethan spits defensively. “What worked for us. The rules we had.”
“I know enough,” Jasper says, stepping even closer, using his height and bulk to intimidate Ethan.
“I know you rejected your Omega instead of cherishing her. You failed at the single most basic responsibility of an Alpha—protecting those under your care. And if you don’t fuck off right now and get out of my sight, you won’t be walking straight for a month. ”
Ethan glares at him, then glances past Jasper’s shoulder to me. “You always were weak, Anita. Running to stronger men to protect you instead of standing on your own. Pathetic. That’s exactly why we let you go.”
Jasper moves without warning, his arm snapping forward in a brutal arc. His knuckles connect with Ethan’s nose with a sickening crunch, and Ethan’s head jerks back as blood instantly bursts free, bright red against the white snow.
I gasp, the sound tearing out of me.
Ethan stumbles, losing his footing completely, and goes down hard on his ass with a startled, pained shout. Blood pours between his fingers as he grabs his face. “Fuck! Jesus Christ!”
A few people nearby turn at the noise, their conversations cutting off as they stare.
Jasper doesn’t even glance at them.
He steps forward instead, shoulders broad, looming over Ethan where he sits sprawled and scrambling. I’ve never seen Jasper like this before. Still. Silent. Dangerous in a way that makes the air feel thinner.
“If you ever speak to her again,” Jasper growls, each word deliberate, “I won’t stop at one.”
Ethan scrambles backward, slipping slightly on the icy pavement as he pushes himself upright, blood still streaming from his nose.
“Fuck, man,” he spits, his voice thick and furious and afraid all at once. “I don’t want any trouble, you big idiot.”
His eyes flick toward me, full of bitterness. “She’s yours, then. Fuck you both.”
He turns abruptly and hurries off, one hand still clamped over his face, disappearing into the darkness without another word.
My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might crack my ribs.
Jasper stays where he is for a second longer, watching until Ethan is truly gone. Only then does he turn to me, and the violence drains from his expression, replaced instantly by concern.
He steps close, his hands coming up to cup my face with surprising gentleness, his thumbs brushing my cheeks.
“Did he hurt you?” he asks quietly. “Did he touch you?”
I shake my head quickly, trying not to cry. “No. I just wasn’t expecting to see him here. And I fucking hate him so much. So much it still hurts.”
He pulls me into his arms, hugging me tightly against his chest. “Come on. I’ll walk you to the bathroom and wait right outside, then we can head home. Get you somewhere safe. What do you say?”
“I’d love that,” I whisper into his chest, breathing in his comforting scent.
We walk together, his hand firmly gripping mine, and I can’t help glancing back over my shoulder.
Ethan is now with two other people near his car. A tall guy and a petite girl. Are they his new pack? His replacement Omega? Are they better than we were? Better than me?
I shake it off, trying not to care, but the ache of rejection still lingers deep in my chest like an old wound that never quite healed.
Except now I have a better pack. A pack that actually wants me. Values me. Protects me.
Jasper stops walking and turns me to face him, kissing me gently on the lips.
“You never have to worry about assholes like that again,” he says fiercely.
I nod, letting him lead me toward the bathrooms, and for the first time since seeing Ethan, I can actually breathe properly again.
Because I’m theirs now.
And they’re mine.
And that’s all that really matters anymore.