Chapter 14 #2
I hear the small catch in her breath, and I can’t help but wonder if anyone has ever told her that.
I can’t say why the thought that I might be the first fills me with a sense of pride and satisfaction.
Like in this small way, I’m taking care of her.
It seems like Tess always makes sure to take care of everyone else—but does anyone ever really take care of her?
I find that lately…I like taking care of Tess a lot.
“I haven’t told them about what’s going on with me either,” she says quietly.
“Why not?”
“I guess…I don’t know. My mom has spent all this time taking care of my dad, and she’s the only one working now, and she’s always so stressed-out. I guess I’ve just gotten really good at being self-sufficient. It’s easier not to be a burden that way.”
“I don’t believe your family would think you’re a burden if you told them what’s going on,” I say. “Based on what you’ve told me.”
“I know it’s silly,” she says. “But…with my dad’s health being so bad for so long…
I’ve always done my best to make sure I take care of myself as much as possible.
It felt like I was making things easier on them that way.
Like I was one less thing they had to worry about.
I guess I still feel that way. With all this stuff happening with my dad’s pacemaker and them worrying about money…
it feels almost wrong to dump this shifter shit on them on top of everything else. ”
“I really don’t think they would see it that way,” I tell her.
She shrugs one shoulder, looking down at the water. “Maybe you’re right.”
I pull her closer to my side, leaning into the instinct to do so, to have her closer.
She surprises me by curling her body, burrowing her head in my chest as my fingers tangle in her hair.
I turn my head and bend forward so my nose can skirt along her shoulder, unable to resist the chance to breathe her in deeply, to revel in her warm scent, which never fails to make my mouth water.
I’m so wrapped up in it that I forget myself, forget to be careful.
It takes me by surprise when the scent gland on her throat grazes mine, making us both gasp.
I’m unprepared for the shiver that passes through her, despite the heat of the water.
The effect is like adding gasoline to a flame, causing her scent to bloom and ripen, surrounding us in the small space, so thick I could choke on it.
“Hunter,” she whispers hoarsely, shaking against me.
Shit.
My fingers tighten their grip on her hair, my face burying in her throat to try to breathe in more of her. “Tess, are you…?”
“I think so,” she whimpers. “I’m sorry.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I didn’t mean to—”
“It burns, Hunter.”
“I know, I know,” I soothe. “I can help. I’m sorry, I can help. I—Fuck, Tess. The way you smell.”
“Hunter.”
“I need to—Can I taste you?”
She pulls back, her pupils blown and her eyes glazed. “Taste me?”
“You smell so fucking edible. I’ve wanted to taste you since that first night.”
Her head whips around, noting how exposed we are. “Here?”
“Your brothers aren’t here, and Jeannie will have already gone home.” My hands slide to her hips under the water, urging her upward. “Let me make it better with my tongue. Please.”
Her nod heats my blood, and already I’m helping her scramble to the edge of the hot tub, tugging down her boy shorts as she goes.
And when she’s bare from the waist down, I waste no time diving between her thighs.
No warning, no pretense—just my tongue in her pussy like I’m starving for her.
With her scent thick in the air, threatening to suffocate me in a way I would say thank you for, I guess that I am.
“Hunter!”
I close my eyes as I lap at her slit again and again until the slight tinge of chlorine gives way to the heady taste of her.
I grab her thighs and pull them over my shoulders, unable to stop tasting her for even a moment.
She gasps and writhes against my face when my tongue touches her clit, and I swirl it around the little bud ravenously as I curl my hands over her thighs to hold her tightly against me.
My cock throbs in my shorts, swelling to the point of pain, but I can’t stop what I’m doing. I’m dizzy with want and high on the taste of her, and I think distantly that I could do this for days without ever coming up for air if she let me.
Her fingers grip the back of my head to twist in my hair, and I relish the slight sting.
I can tell this won’t be slow, won’t be drawn out; I’m too desperate, too keyed up by the scent of her heat.
A dozen images flit through my head as I lap at her now-drenched pussy—of her riding me, of her stuffed with my knot, of me bending her over the side of this tub and fucking her until she screams loud enough to bring down the mountain—but none of that calls to me as much as the taste of her on my tongue at this very second.
Even as my cock swells to dangerous levels, so close to the edge that I can barely stand it, I grip her tighter. I lick at her soaked cunt. I suck on her clit until she’s gasping my name.
Make her come, my alpha chants. Make her come all over you. Mark her. Make her yours. Make sure everyone knows who she belongs to.
“Hunter—ohmygod, Hunter.”
I hum against her, my nails biting into the soft flesh of her thighs as animalistic sounds rumble in my chest. I feel it when it happens, and it’s far too late for me, but the sensation of her pretty pussy quivering on my tongue, of the gush of her slick that coats my mouth and chin—it’s enough to have me licking a wide stripe down the center of her, slower now, like she’s a treat to be savored.
My eyes are heavy lidded and my body thrums with energy—and it almost feels a little like being in heat myself, tasting Tess.
I can hear her panting above me as she comes down from the furious orgasm I just gave her, her head thrown back and her chest heaving when I peer up the line of her body.
And all the while, I’m still tasting her, almost as if I need to collect every drop of her orgasm so that it doesn’t go to waste.
“What about—” She sucks in a breath. “What about you?”
“M’fine.” I swirl my tongue slowly around her clit, enjoying the way she shakes from the aftershocks. “You taste too good.”
Her eyes widen, her fingers tugging at my hair and forcing my head back to look up at her. “You came?”
“I did,” I tell her with a dazed nod.
“Jesus,” she breathes. “That’s…that’s fucking hot.”
“Not exactly comfortable,” I mutter, already feeling my knot swell because of the heat-like pheromones she’s pumping out. “But worth it.”
I’m about to dive in and give her another orgasm as quickly as possible, but Tess is already wriggling out of my hold. “Not comfortable? Are you okay?”
Her scent is already changing, the heat ebbing away now that she’s been satisfied, but my knot is full and heavy, throbbing in my shorts with nowhere to go.
“Your heat,” I say through gritted teeth. “It forces me to knot…outside.”
She looks confused. “Knot?”
“Yes.” It dawns on me then, that she likely has no idea what I’m talking about. “When an alpha and omega…have sex, the alpha…you see, his dick, it…swells.”
Her brows shoot up. “Swells?”
“Fuck. It would just be easier if I show you.”
I stand with effort, drawing my shorts down only low enough for her to catch a glimpse of the base of my cock, flushed with blood and swollen to a round mass that should be inside her, making sure she keeps my cum. As it is, it fucking hurts.
“That’s…Wow. Why does it do that?”
“Well, at some point…it was to ensure conception. It’s…part of our biology.”
“So if we were having sex…” Her eyes look a little glazed now. “That would be…?”
“Inside you,” I murmur, watching the way her pupils dilate.
She lifts her hand as if considering, then looks up at me. “Can I?”
I nod shakily, the idea of her touching me making my head rush.
Her little fingers reach out tentatively, brushing against it, and I hiss as it throbs from her touch.
“It hurts?”
“When it happens…like this. Yes.”
“Like this?”
“…Outside.”
Her mouth parts in surprise. “Oh. Oh.” Her teeth press against her lower lip, considering that. “How can I help?”
“Usually I just…” I reach down to grip it, squeezing it roughly, massaging the dull ache away. “Like this.”
I watch as she licks her lips, her breath puffing out of her. “I could do that.”
“You don’t have to…”
She touches me again, and my knees almost buckle.
“I want to,” she tells me.
And with the same fervor I showed her, Tess tugs at my swim trunks, freeing my cock, which is still half hard, and going straight for the swollen base to wrap both hands around it and squeeze it like I did.
I have to lean back and grip the edge of the tub to keep my balance, my breath rushing out of me as if I’m being punched in the chest when she starts to massage my knot.
“Fuck. Fuck, Tess. Just like that.”
She looks dazed again, and her scent burgeons slightly—not like when she’s in heat, but enough that it makes my cock twitch with interest all over again. It makes me bolder.
“Harder,” I murmur. “You won’t break me.”
She shudders with my command and does as I ask, squeezing me tighter. The relief is instant—I can almost imagine it’s the warmth of her pussy gripping me, can almost imagine that my knot is safe and snug inside her.
Where it should be, something whispers.
And even as she’s wringing the swollen flesh of my knot, she still takes me by surprise by leaning in, licking at the head to taste me too.
I hiss through my teeth, watching as she does it again, humming her approval.
“You want to taste me, Tess? You want my cum in your mouth?”
Her scent blooms, and I can smell it, how wet she is all over again. It’s clear she likes it when I talk. If her scent is any indication, she fucking loves it.
“Suck me,” I groan. “Please, Tess. Just the head. I’m—I just need—Shit.”
Her lips close over the head of my cock, sucking gently even as she kneads my knot.
It feels impossible that we’ve gotten here, that she’s down on her knees with her pussy freshly licked and my cock in her mouth while she massages my throbbing knot—but I can’t find an ounce of regret inside.
Not with her looking so sweet, not with her being so good for me as she swirls her tongue around my glans, flicking the tip against the sensitive slit at the head.
And that’s all it takes to have me careening over the edge all over again.
My eyes roll back, and my cock pulses, and another burst of cum spurts out of me, just enough to make the throbbing at the base of my dick start to quell, finally.
My breath is ragged, and my limbs feel like jelly.
Tess gives me one more kitten lick before pulling away, licking her lips as she does so.
“Feel better?”
I swallow, my throat dry and my voice scratchy when I answer, “I don’t think there are words for how I feel.” I slowly slide down to my knees, reaching to cup her face with one hand. “And you? Do you feel better?”
She gives me a slow, languid smile. “Much.”
“We should…probably get out of here before your brothers come back.”
She winces. “Yeah…Not a conversation I’m dying to have. Ever, maybe.”
I don’t know why that makes me want to wince—it’s not as if I’m dying for her to tell her brothers about us either—and yet the idea of her keeping it a secret…irks me. Is that my instincts, residual feelings from my past experiences, or is it just…me?
“You go to bed,” I tell her, trying not to dwell on it too much. “I’ll clean up.”
She nods as she finds her underwear and wriggles back into them, then climbs out of the tub, grabbing for her robe to hastily put it on.
I watch all this, mostly because I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from her.
I’m fighting the urge to drag her back here and touch her some more.
Something that is proving to be incredibly difficult.
“Good night,” she calls from the door. She makes a face. “I feel like I should say thank you. Is that weird?”
A laugh burbles out of me. “No weirder than anything else that’s been happening.”
“Well…thank you,” she says with a soft chuckle. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I nod at her, watching her go back into the lodge as if she didn’t just turn my world upside down in what was possibly the most gratifying sexual experience I’ve ever had—furious as it may have been.
But more pressing than the thought of what just happened, more urgent than wondering what it will mean if we keep doing it…is the overwhelming realization that I don’t want to stop.