Chapter 16
BLAIR
So much for having self-control.
I wore my favorite outfit for Travis on purpose—I’ve caught him staring at this skirt and top out of the corner of my eye before, and based on the way his eyes widened when he saw me tonight, I know I picked the right one.
I’m tired of punishing myself.
I’m tired of fighting my instincts, at least for tonight.
Tonight, Travis smells like everything I’ve ever wanted. Like making love next to a fireplace until all that’s left is embers and smoke.
He smells like the dreams I have after I drink a glass of wine before bed, where I exist in a blanket of warmth, comfort, and safety. Where arousal lingers in my sensitive core and my clit throbs for attention.
I’m soaking wet for him tonight.
And maybe…just maybe, I can have this.
Travis, to his credit, has stayed still at my touches but looks like he’s ready combust.
I’m trembling as I tell him I want to kiss him.
His dark eyes turn black, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Please,” he whispers, his voice low, and I stand on my tiptoes to close the gap between us.
His lips are softer than I imagined, and his scent swirls around me deliciously.
It’s a chaste kiss, despite how wet I am.
I try to deepen the kiss, but Travis pulls away gently, cupping my face tenderly in his hands.
“You have no idea how much I want this,” he murmurs lowly, his lips almost touching mine. “But I’m getting mixed signals from you.”
“I know,” I whisper, my head spinning.
I don’t want to stop touching him, though. I want to feel him against me. My inner Omega screams for him now that I’m finally letting her have something good.
And even though I know it’s not, what he’s doing starts to feel like rejection.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead to mine. “I thought I lost you last night. I thought—you were going to leave. You said you didn’t want to discuss it, Blair.”
Shame makes my chest burn.
I was ready to run away from Travis and his packmates last night, and now, I’m kissing him.
“The last thing I want is for you to try to run again,” he admits, his voice gravelly. “I couldn’t—don’t make us go through that. If this is too much, if you end up regretting this…”
But his breathing is rough, just like mine, and his hands tremble as he holds me.
He’s worried he’ll lose me again now that I’ve finally opened up to him.
Travis is my scent match, and I want to kiss him, just like he wants to kiss me.
But his concern is valid because the last twenty-four hours have been chaotic, to say the least.
So, I decide to open up to him.
“I had hoped it was you,” I whisper.
He steps back from me and moves his hands to my waist. “What?”
“I wanted it to be you,” I repeat, my lower lip trembling. “I used to hope that if I ever had a scent match, you would be it.”
His grip on my waist tightens.
“When I met Ryland at the rescue, I was disappointed,” I admit. “I didn’t know you were packmates, and I was devastated that it wasn’t you.”
His eyes widen in disbelief.
“I know who you are, Travis. You’re my friend. My scent match. And the Alpha I want to kiss, right fucking now.”
It’s not my best speech, but hopefully, it has its desired effect.
He lifts my chin with his fingers and crashes his mouth to mine. I whimper in surprise, then kiss him back just as eagerly. His tongue gently strokes mine, and I taste the mint of his breath and the wood smoke of his scent.
I moan into his mouth, pressing my body flush against him and feeling the hardness of his cock through his pants.
It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had, and I want more.
A match has been lit inside me, and finally I’m giving in to my desires.
Travis kisses me thoroughly, taking his time enjoying my mouth until I have to pull away to breathe. He just brings his lips lower, licking down my jaw and neck.
“This fucking corset,” he hisses, sucking a mark into my collarbone, causing me to cry out. “You wore this to tease me, didn’t you?”
My legs grow weak at his tone.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, I wore this for you.”
“And this skirt—” his hands slide lower until he’s grabbing my hips—“you dress like a little cocktease, all the time.”
“I didn’t—ah—know it affected you like that,” I breathe, delirious with pleasure. I let out a huff of laughter, delighted at his admission.
“Bullshit you don’t,” he growls, burying his mouth in my cleavage. “You’ve done it for a year. Always with these fucking little outfits.”
“You’ve liked me that long?” I gasp, running my hands through his short blonde hair. I tug on the strands hard, and he groans into my chest.
“I had hoped you were mine since the first day you started here,” he admits. “I wanted it to be you since you first said hello.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head at his admission.
A year.
He’s wanted me for a year.
Since we met.
All those times he showed me cat pictures, walked me to my car, and listened to me prattle on about the rescue…
He’s had feelings for me since then.
“I haven’t thought about anyone since you,” he continues. He moves the hair from my shoulders to reach my mating gland and nuzzles it. I gasp as he scent marks me, his aroma mixing with mine.
Marking me as his.
Ryland and Rowan will smell it. They’ll know their pack leader laid claim to me.
My pussy throbs, wetness spilling into my panties, and Travis groans against my throat.
“Can’t even come without thinking about you,” he confesses. “I’m always hard around you, always thinking about those perfect tits and that tight ass.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp, drunk on his words. “Travis—”
He kisses me again, and I wrap my arms around his neck while he assaults my mouth. He sucks on my lip, and I nip at him.
“You’re perfect,” he hisses. “Fucking perfect.”
That’s a lie, but now is not the time to argue.
Not when I’m dangerously close to an orgasm.
It’s never happened this quickly before, but Travis is about to send me over the edge.
I thrust against him again, moving my hips against his hardness.
“I can smell you,” he adds in between kisses. “Can smell how close you are.”
I whine in response.
“Fuck, I didn’t think it could be like this,” he hisses. “I want to give you everything. Want to make you feel everything.”
“Make me come, Alpha,” I whisper, and something inside him snaps. Reaching past me, he opens the back door to my car.
“Lay down,” he commands, and I raise an eyebrow in shock and wicked delight.
“Now? Here?” I pant.
“Your car is clean,” he says. “I know you.”
He does.
My car is always spotless and has more than enough room to recline in.
“And what are you going to do?” I ask.
Not that I’m objecting.
Guilt should be making my heart ache, but I’m high on Travis’s scent and too aroused to care.
I can have this.
I deserve this.
“Let me taste you,” he says. “Let me make you feel good.”
Those words, low and in my ear, make my heart skip and my stomach flip.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” I purr.
I parked far away from Scents for a reason.
I wanted to get Travis alone where no one else could see. The car closest to me is a good five rows away. The parking lot is mostly empty, and if I’m in the backseat, no one will notice what we do.
Wood and smoke overwhelm me as I crawl into the back seat and lie down, grinning. My bottom hangs off the edge of the seat, and I look up to see Travis staring at me, his chest heaving.
Then, he drops to his knees, kneeling on the concrete of the parking lot, and grabs me by my ankles, pulling me closer to him.
“Put your legs on my shoulders,” he mutters, his voice dark. A delicious shiver races down my spine as I obey, lifting my hips to hang my legs over him. My boots cut into my shins in this position, but I don’t mind the bite of pain.
It reminds me this is real. That Travis is kneeling in front of me, his face inches from my skirt.
In the darkest corners of my mind, in the fantasies I used to be ashamed of, he would do this very thing.
In the tiny space, my back seat fills with the scent of warm sugar. My arousal fills the air, my panties are soaked with slick, and Travis just continues to stare. My skirt has ridden up, showing off my black underwear, and he licks his lips.
“You can take them off. Can’t taste me if you spend the whole night looking,” I tease lightly.
He grins, showing off the rare dimples I love to see, then hooks two thick fingers under the elastic of my underwear.
He pulls them down the tops of my thighs, and I lift my hips and move my legs to help him shuck them off of me.
He tosses them somewhere in the front seat, and I would be affronted if I wasn’t too far gone to care.
I move my legs back onto his shoulders quickly, and he grabs my hips and pushes my core closer to his mouth.
My cunt weeps for him. It’s almost embarrassing.
“Travis,” I whimper.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmurs, his face dimly illuminated by the tiny light in my car. “Had hoped for so fucking long. And you’re soaked.”
Slick spills out of me, dripping from my cunt down to my bottom, and I huff impatiently. “You’re paying for my car to get cleaned after this.”
“Deal.”
Then, I watch as he slowly lowers his face to my cunt.
I hold my breath while he breathes me in.
Travis inhales me. Just plants his nose at my core and scents me.
I let out a deep moan and try to thrust against him, but he moves slightly out of the way.
“The sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever smelled,” he groans, closing his eyes. “Like candy.”
“Travis,” I whine. “Please, Alpha.”
My inner Omega speaks for me, desperate for more.
If he doesn’t touch me right now, if he doesn’t give me the pleasure I’ve been denying myself, I’m going to perish.
“Touch me, Alpha.”
That seems to snap him out of it. His eyes open, a frenzy burning in them.
Then, he brings his mouth to my cunt.
I bite my hand to keep from screaming as I thrust my hips against him, smearing my slick all over his face. He licks my slit from top to bottom, licking at my entrance until he finds my clit.
My pussy is a road map for his tongue.
“What the hell,” I gasp into the meat of my palm, my body writhing at his mouth. He alternates between licking and sucking at my clit, and I close my eyes in bliss.
He growls while he does it, animalistic and primal, and the vibrations make my stomach coil in pleasure.
Every nerve in my body is on fire as I drown in the scent of smoke and warm oak.
I don’t know how Travis can breathe, but that worry dissipates the longer he eats me out.
His growls grow louder, the rumbling of his chest acting like a vibrator straight to my clit.
It takes less than a minute for my release to build.
But every time I think I’ve reached it, I get swept up in more pleasure. The pressure in my cunt grows until I see stars, and I let out a shriek against my palm, digging my teeth into my skin.
Travis lifts me by my bottom to push me against his face as he tongue fucks me, my slick pouring out of my cunt and into his eager mouth.
He licks me through the aftershocks, never taking his mouth away from me until I’m squirming in his hold. When he pulls back, I meet his prideful expression with my own of shock.
“How the hell did you manage to make that happen?” I pant, staring at him in wonder. “How did you—where the hell did you learn—”
“It’s you,” he says, my wetness coating his face. “I follow my instincts.”
I blink lazily at him. “That’s insane,” I breathe.
“It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, and I smile at him, high from the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. “You taste sweeter than I imagined.”
“You imagined this?” I repeat, my head foggy.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this.”
He rests his head at the top of my thighs, breathing heavily. When he plants a kiss on the inside of them, I run my fingers through his hair.
A purr starts low and steady in his chest, and I close my eyes in bliss, not caring how we look to the outside world.
For once, I let myself take what I wanted, and I wanted my scent match.
Travis’s purr is divine. It makes the guilt that threatened to creep in dissolve away into nothingness, and I float in a realm of contentment.
Until I realize that he’s still kneeling in the parking lot, hanging halfway out of my car.
“That’s got to be killing your knees,” I say.
He huffs. “Hurts like hell,” he grumbles against my thighs.
I burst out laughing. “Then get up, old man, and help me get dressed.”
But that small smile doesn’t leave his face at my teasing. I grin right back at him, still high from the most satisfying release I’ve ever had.
He’s a mess, just like me, and he fishes in my trunk for one of the clean towels I use to drape over the cat traps. I pull my skirt down and he wipes at my thighs tenderly with the towel, then rubs his own face with it.
“There’s pet wipes too, if you want to clean your face off,” I smirk, and he quirks his lip.
“I’ll wear it as a souvenir. Make Ryland and Rowan jealous.”
I raise an eyebrow. “That’s pretty gross.”
He shrugs. “I finally got to taste you; I’m not washing any of you off of me until I have to.”
He’s dead serious when he says it, too. There’s no hint of humor in his voice.
“Oh.” I manage to say. “I expected more of the freakiness to be from Rowan.”
“I can be freaky when I need to be,” he deadpans.
And damn it all, I giggle.
I actually let out a light, airy giggle, something I haven’t done in years.
I almost feel like the old Blair again. Someone not as hard at the edges and who doesn’t have walls around her at all times.
And all it took was an orgasm from my scent match in the parking lot of a bar.
“I need to go home,” I murmur. “Check on the cats.”
There’s a slight flicker of disappointment on Travis’s face, but it fades almost as soon as I catch it.
“Do you want me to follow you home?” he asks carefully. “Just to make sure you get home safely.”
The way he asks it makes my heart ache.
He’s sincere, his eyes soft, and his face slightly concerned.
I know he would come in if I invited him.
But he’s asking if I would have an easier time driving if he followed me.
“I wish it wasn’t like that,” I admit. “I wish you didn’t have to know that part about me.”
“I’m glad you shared it with me.”
Smoothing my skirt and adjusting my top, I step out of the car and place my cheek against Travis’s chest. I breathe him in, listening to his heartbeat as his arms wrap around my waist.
“Yeah,” I say finally. “I wouldn’t mind you following me.”
He kisses the top of my head.