CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - BIRDIE #2
He must smell my arousal, because he gives a rumble of approval and rests his hand on my belly.
It’s a warm, steady weight and I shiver, but the next moment I lift my hips, inviting him lower.
He drops more kisses along my collarbone as he peels the bottom of my tee up, but as soon as it skims my ribs, I catch it under my arms. I might not be ashamed of my scars, but my chest is nothing like the omegas in the magazines.
Besides, I have an ache between my legs that needs all of his attention.
Hog follows my prompts, focusing on the smooth skin of my stomach.
He presses open-mouthed kisses around my navel, making my hips jerk and drawing more slick to the surface.
He licks his way to the waistband of my sweats, and I yank them down, shivering at the rush of cold air between our overheated bodies.
Instead of diving in, Hog rests his head against my hip, his mouth only inches from my aching pussy. “Can I taste you, Omega?”
I groan out a yes, and he pushes up on an elbow, stroking a thick finger down my seam. I’m dripping wet, and he gathers my slick on his fingertip before pushing it inside. I expect some resistance given his size, but he slips in to the knuckle, making both of us groan.
“Is this all for me, Omega?”
I nod and arch my hips, my hands gripping the sheets. It’s been a long time since an alpha touched me like this, but every inch of my skin is tingling with anticipation. I squeeze my walls around his finger and he rubs them gently, making my toes curl.
When he draws his finger back, the scent of my slick fills the air.
He dips his head, his tongue gently lapping at my folds.
It’s a slow, teasing rasp and I grab the back of his head, sinking my fingers into his hair.
I need more than just sweet kisses, and Hog seems to understand that, because he peels me open and presses his thumb against my clit.
Pleasure sizzles up my spine, making me pant. On instinct, I lift my knees, my thighs falling open to give him better access. Hog rewards me with a thick finger spearing inside me. It pumps in and out as his tongue chases my slick and his thumb rolls my sensitive clit.
“Take off your shirt,” I gasp, grabbing his beard and dragging him away from my pussy.
He pauses, but then reaches back and slowly pulls it over his head. “I’m not smooth like Colt,” he says in what I think is meant to be a warning tone. “He’s not kidding when he calls me sasquatch.”
I frown, but since he can’t see me in the dark, I lean up and rub my face against the pelt of hair on his chest. It’s thick and soft, and his scent rises up to greet me in a mouthwatering wave.
When my lips find his nipple, I suck it into my mouth, lavishing attention on the little bud until he hisses.
I pull back to arch a brow at him, even though he can’t really see it in the dark. “Whose hand am I riding, Hog?”
He cups my cheek, his other hand still pumping between my thighs. “Mine.”
There’s no hiding the smug satisfaction in his voice, and my walls clench down, drawing him deeper.
He responds by hooking one of my thighs over his shoulder, his tongue sliding hungrily back between my folds.
I’m open in a way that I’d rarely allow, but the lure of his mouth soothes my fears.
I press my head back into the pillow as he licks and nibbles, no doubt drenching himself in my slick.
Every sweep of his tongue makes my nerve endings tighten, and I writhe on the bed, grinding up against his hungry mouth.
God, if this is what it’s like with a compatible alpha, what the hell must it be like with a mate?
The thought pops into my head as he licks over my swollen clit, rolling it on his tongue.
The little bundle of nerves is so sensitive, my entire body shudders as he draws it into his mouth.
All it takes is a few steady sucks and my release rushes through me in a molten wave.
I cry out, my hands clutching his head as a starburst erupts behind my eyes.
My back arches, my toes curling and my pussy trembling with the force of my orgasm.
Hog growls against my clit, his tongue swirling in my slick and drinking down every drop of my release.
I don’t untangle myself as much as melt into the mattress.
Hog is still licking my thighs clean when I finally protest, my skin sparking with after-shocks.
He backs off, wiping his face on his shirt before wrapping himself against my back.
I think about finding my sweats, about checking the locks, about doing all the things I need to do to make sure I’m safe…
But my limbs are boneless, my head is fuzzy, and there’s a steady, soothing rumble behind my back.
I blink… and the darkness rolls over me like a warm blanket.
This time, my sleep is dreamless, and I wake to a very big spoon pressed against my back.
I freeze, slowly absorbing the shape of my bedmate.
A large arm, corded with muscle, lies across my waist. Thick thighs, wrapped in well-worn fatigues, follow the line of my legs, effectively cradling me in his lap.
His chest is bare, his torso as warm as a sun-drenched rock behind me.
I keep waiting for him to show his true colors, but what if this is it? What if I get to feel this way without the constant buzz of fear under my skin that it’s all going to go to hell?
“Morning, Omega,” Hog murmurs, his voice thick with sleepy satisfaction.
“Morning, Alpha.”
I scoot away and stretch, loving the tightness of my thigh muscles and the slight ache in my core.
It’s hard not to replay the night in my head, but when a purr tickles the back of my throat, I swallow it away in alarm.
What the hell? Waking up in the spoon position is one thing, but I will never willingly purr just because an alpha has a magic tongue. “I’m going to shower.”
“Okay. I’ll get us some coffee.”
“Thanks.” I roll off the bed and grab the travel kit from my supplies. A shower is exactly what I need to get my head on straight. But as I reach the bathroom door I pause to say, “Uh… can I have it sweet? Like extra extra sweet?”
Coffee, like anything that could overstimulate an omega’s senses, was off-limits at the compound, but I snuck a few cups growing up. It was bitter as hell, and I could only choke it down if it was doused in sugar. Three is good. Four is better.
“Any way you want it,” Hog replies, sitting up and stretching.
I’m about to push the bathroom door shut, but I pause as the sheet falls to his waist and I see his chest in all its naked glory.
Of course, I got to inspect it pretty closely last night, but that was in the dark, and I was mostly obsessed with his thick pelt of hair.
But now I can see him in the light peeking through the shades, and it’s a work of art, assuming the sculptor is working with a brutal slab of rock and a bunch of blunt instruments.
He catches me looking and tilts his head, a smirk pulling at the edge of his mouth. “You got something else on your mind, Omega?”
Gruff, protective Hog is one thing, but rumpled, sexy Haven is a much more dangerous beast.
He must see the panicked look on my face, because his shoulders drop along with the rumbling intensity of his voice. “Omega, it’s a new day. You lead, I follow, got it?”
Might help if I had any idea of where we’re headed, but I know he doesn’t mean it literally.
He’s just reminding me of our conversation last night and that I’m calling the shots in this…
situationship, or whatever it is. It’s a level of power I’m not used to, but then I think of those omegas in the magazines.
It seems like all they have to do is crook their finger and their alphas fall into line.
A perk of our designation, if you believe everything you read.
Unfortunately, I don’t look a lot like those omegas with their glossy hair and flawless complexions.
But I take my time showering, using the little bottles of complimentary shampoo and conditioner to work out the knots and put a little shine back into my hair.
It’s still about as eye-catching as a puddle of mud, but there’s a hint of color in my cheeks when I look in the mirror.
My bottom lip is also a little puffy and I smirk as I recall how hard I bit it when Hog sucked my clit like he was on a mission…
Except that the mission isn’t quite as sexy in the stark light of day.
“You sleep okay?” Axel asks as I step back out of the bathroom and find all three of them working on the busted door.
I’m suddenly the center of a lot of alpha attention and my cheeks flare, especially when I notice Hog looking me over with a slow, intense gaze.
I can’t really tell what he’s looking for, but I can smell his scent from the bathroom doorway, and it curls around me like a welcoming caress.
“She had to share her bed with a Sasquatch,” Colt smirks, shooting me a wink. “How do you think she slept?”
Hog swipes a lazy hand in Colt’s direction, but I can feel the satisfaction radiating off him as he passes me a cup of takeout coffee.
He watches me take a cautious sip, his scent thickening when I give him a thumbs up of approval.
The amount of sugar would probably give anyone else a toothache, but it’s the perfect sweetness for me.
“I’ve already checked us out,” Axel says, dropping a wrench into a toolbox and dusting off his hands.
“I noticed you didn’t have a hairbrush, so I grabbed this from reception.
” He steps towards me and hands me a plastic comb in a sleeve.
“It’s wide-toothed, which is best for hair as fine as yours.
Works out the tangles without breaking the delicate strands. ”
“Oh.” I’m strangely touched by the gesture, and what appears to be a thorough examination of my hair type. “Thanks. You want to wait while I…?”