Chapter 42
42
Layne
P ulling onto the ramp for the garage under their building, I feel giddy with relief. By the time Dante pulls the Escalade to a stop in front of the elevator, I’m literally shaking.
I squeeze Matteo’s hand, stopping him from getting out of the car, but Valentine and Dante are out, checking we’re secure before I can even say a word.
They both do a sweep of the garage before returning to let us out of the back, but I wasn’t planning on getting out or letting Matteo out just yet. I need something from him first.
Dante pops an eyebrow at me, asking me to get my ass out of the Escalade.
“We’ll be up in a sec,” I say quickly.
A mask of frustration falls over Valentine’s features, and I nearly give in and put what I need on the back burner until Dante helps me out.
“Don’t be long,” he says, before clicking his fingers for the dogs to get out. “Val’s going to start making dinner and make a hundred phone calls. I’ll draw your bath. Nice and hot, with plenty of bubbles.” He shuts the door, giving me a wink.
Valentine, though, is torn. He’s still locked in being overly protective. I can see it in his glare. From the way he looks at me, I understand completely what’s going on in his head, and I’ll be dealing with him soon.
In truth, he’s not in the right frame of mind yet, and really, if I ran at him needing what I need, it wouldn’t be right. Valentine needs to soothe his own beast, and by speaking with Dante, and the rest of their most loyal, while making me dinner, he will do just that.
“I’m locking the building down, so if there are any fucking alarms going off, it’s not a great sign. You’ve got your gun?” His bark is impossible to ignore, and the harsh challenge in his eyes has me dropping mine.
I start nodding before he finishes speaking. “We won’t be long, Valentine. And you know I’m as safe with Matteo as I am with you. So, go do all the things you need to, without me distracting you.”
He scrubs a hand down his face, taking some of the tension with it. His command for the dogs to be on alert is like a bark. Even though we’re safe and back together, his designation is riding him harder now we’re home.
“Five minutes, and I want you upstairs.”
“Of course,” I say, leaning over, so I can catch him before he storms off. I reach up for a kiss, and he makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, but he kisses me so softly I nearly cry. “I’m safe, Val. We’ve got this.”
He leaves without another word, and I pull the door shut as the elevator doors open. By the time they start to close, I’m shimmying my way into the space between the front and back seats, but I have to. I have to deal with how I felt crammed in the van before the horror spreads.
And I know Matteo will help me.
“Please, Matteo. My head is so full of things I don’t want to see, I need you to consume my thoughts. Make me obsess over something else,” I plead.
He hums, the noise coming from deep in his chest, almost like a purr.
“Your wish is my command. Although, let’s be real, everything I have is yours.” He talks in his barely there voice, but I feel his words and their power. They resonate through every part of me, chasing after the shadows of today. “Since the second I saw you in the alley, you were mine. My girl to treasure, adore until the end of time, and mine to explore. So many things I want to do with, and to, you. We’re just getting started, and no one is going to ruin it for us.”
Matteo reaches down and holds my hands; his touches are slow and tender, and they start to mend me almost right away. He presses our palms together before twisting our hands until his are on top, guiding my hands up his thighs.
His hands fall away from mine, leaving me in control to show him what I need and want. And it’s him. Nothing more, nothing less, because being with Matteo is a craving that grows and grows.
I feel him under my skin in an inexplicable way that only people who have met their soulmate would understand. I trust him, and I trust myself with him.
Pushing his thighs open, I claw my fingers lightly as they creep higher until I can rub him through his pants.
This is what I need. Since meeting him, I have become what feels like the most honest version of myself. I wasn’t lying when I said I needed to obsess, because this Omega needs to soak in everything about her Beta right now.
He groans when I stroke him, and much like mine, the scent of his desire fills the car, slowly but surely, so it’s like we’re sitting in a sweet store that specializes in vanilla and caramel candy.
“Do you see what you do to me? My body is trying to show you, and my words are trying to tell you, my heart is screaming too, but this is us. Bound together to find more ways to be manic in our sweet captivation.”
Matteo’s words stay whisper soft, and he uses his scent and his body to show me how true our connection is.
He fills my fist each time I clench my hand around him until we’re both fumbling to free his cock.
“You want this?” he whispers, watching me closely. His brown eyes are warm like melted chocolate, and without saying a word, I can hear him making endless promises.
Freeing my hair, Matteo is careful in the way he bundles it up in his fist, and he uses it to stop me from moving closer. With the other hand, he holds his length at the base. “Show me your pink tongue.”
My mouth is open, and I’m panting with desire. I let my tongue hang out before I widen my mouth as far as it can go.
“Lick it,” he demands.
But with Matteo, his demands don’t come with the push and pull of designation, just the burning intensity he feels. And it’s heady to experience.
I lean forward, and instead of using just the tip of my tongue to lick over the head of his cock, I drag my flattened tongue up his length, from down near his fist all the way up.
“I love how greedy you are.”
Matteo twists his fist, making my hair pull, and it stays tight, the twinge of pain keeping me here with him, not allowing any bad memories to steal our time.
“I nearly died when we realized you were gone today,” he says, his words drowned out by a long groan as I flick my tongue around his crown.
The taste of his pre-come is exactly what I need. The heat of his cock in my mouth feels incredible and thaws parts of me that got frozen by today’s events.
“But I knew you’d survive because you’re the strongest of us.”
He stops talking when I curl my tongue around his head before I add my lips and suck. Matteo’s hips lift, and he pushes himself farther inside my mouth, stretching my lips, before he sits back down.
I look up at him while I trail my tongue over the ridges of his cock, licking off the beading pre-come. He raises an eyebrow expectantly, but I’m already poking my tongue out to show him. I wish I had a mirror to see it, but the look in his eyes is good too. His reaction has me switching my plan from doing this slowly to me wanting more of him in my mouth.
“I love how you know what I want.” He urges me on with a flick of his chin and a slow spreading grin over his stunning face. “Show me how good you suck cock. And then, together, we’ll find out how much you can swallow.”
He’s letting me rush this, because as much as this is about him and me, it’s also about the other two Alphas waiting upstairs.
We move as one, pretty much like we always do, and once I am close enough for him to take over, he wraps his hands around my face and slowly increases his thrusts.
His unique taste coats my tongue as his cock slides down my throat. I sit up on my knees to take him deeper at the same time he thrusts up. And I gag.
I gag so much, I have to sit back on my heels for a second to catch my breath. I go to wipe the mess from my lips and off my chin, but he stops me with a look. A look that is like holding a live wire to my skin. I take him again in my mouth, breathing past the gags, spurred on by the sound of his praise.
When my nose is pressed against his stomach, my eyes are watering, my throat spasming around him, my core pulsing.
“I’m going to hold your face nice and tight, so I can fuck that throat like it’s your pussy now.” He groans as I swallow around him.
Matteo takes over. He starts to move faster and faster, and the rock of his body, the way he uses me, along with the noises he makes, has a rush of pleasure racing through me.
God, this man is so addictive, I could never give him up.
I lose track of time, taking my fill of him. I want to alleviate the building pressure between my legs, but that’s not for Matteo. He doesn’t push for me to come, or to touch myself, instead giving me his pleasure.
And it’s exactly what I want. I want the rush of power that comes when a strong man like him can fall apart under my touch. I want his desperation making his breathing harsh. I want the twist of pain as he bruises my throat while he succumbs to his climax.
He shuffles forward, his butt resting on the edge of the seat, so he has even more control of how deep I take him. Swallowing is hard, breathing is difficult, but my head is only full of Matteo.
With a deep grunt as the only forewarning I get, he surges deep and holds me still as he comes.
“Choke for me, beautiful.”
Each time he fills my throat, he pulls back, so he can feel me swallowing around him. He makes noises that sound a lot like a song, full of the melodic highs and lows of his pleasure. It's a song I want to hear until the day I die.
He falls backward at the same time his hands fall away; the movement drags him out of my mouth. A long, thick cord of his orgasm and my spit keeps us joined, which is hot as hell to see.
He chuckles triumphantly, knowing I’m loving it as much as he is.
“Poke that tongue out for me now,” he whispers.
The second I show him how much of his come I haven’t swallowed, he moves so fast I don’t have time to blink. His tongue is on mine, and he groans again as he shares with me the leftovers of our reunion.
When we pull apart, it’s not for long. I chase him for another of his kisses before I sit back, far out of his reach. Not because I don’t want him, but because I want to enjoy him leaning back in all his post-orgasm haze. The grin on his face makes me smile. The way he holds his dick makes me laugh.
I shift close again, then move his hand out of the way, leaning down to give the head of his dick one last lick. I tuck him back inside his underwear before waving him to lift up, so I can fix his suit pants. Once I finish with his belt buckle, he grabs my attention by lifting my chin.
“I lied, you know. Ages ago. I asked you to fall with me, but I’d already fallen.” The sincerity in his eyes is ambrosia to my soul. “I need you to know that. And never forget it.”
“I won’t.” The words of love and eternity swirl around in my head, and they settle like a warm glove around my heart.
“I won’t let you.” He opens the door and climbs out before holding his hands out for me.
He helps me out of the Escalade, and as soon as my feet touch the ground, the dogs come trotting over, and I walk to the elevator with my hands buried in their fur.
Matteo doesn’t push me for conversation or more PDA. Instead, he leans against the wall of the elevator on one side, and I take the other. We have a whole conversation without saying a word, but that’s the way we are. I can read him effortlessly, and I never feel like I have to hide a thing from him.
The doors open, and he holds them so I can step out into the apartment.
“It smells like home,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him.
“It’s you. You’ve changed the place, and us. And I have never been happier. Or more in love.”
He walks off, leaving me in the foyer with a heart full of happiness and the knowledge that he’s one of my forever people.