Chapter 25 #2
A light flicks on over in Rafferty’s room, and like the first time, I scuttle backwards away from the window that looks into his apartment like a cockroach on the run. I crash into something behind me at the same time as Rafferty starts searching my window.
A warm arm snakes up my T-shirt, the hand nearly covering my whole tummy. Keegan’s scent wraps around me like a snake, too, choking me. Cinnamon sugar is a nice way to die, though.
Keegan pulls me so my back is to his chest. “He’s worried about you. Wants to see you. He’s concerned you think we don’t want you because we have him.”
Good God, I’m worried about me too. I had no idea Keegan was in the room with me, no alarm ringing in my ears. Only because my Omega is a hoe for him, completely spellbound.
“You’re not angry anymore?” I twist around, and the dark green of his eyes has lost the storm from before. Now he’s merely an irrationally good-looking Alpha who smells like a treat just for me.
His voice dips low, his words whispered intimately. “Not with you back in my arms. Fuck, Tally, you make my head spin. I want to fight the world while tucking you under me and give you a safe place to sleep.”
“Hmm, yeah, well, you make me feel crazy too.” I mock glare, making him smile.
There’s something about Keegan’s mood swings and slight irrational nature that hit all the right spots for me.
“Shall we try it?” I twist around some more, so I can rest my head on his chest.
He groans under his breath. “I was coming in to make sure you’re okay.” His eyes roam over my face before he lifts my top as his fingers trail over the stab wound before his eyes lift to mine again. “I wanted to let you know we’re going to try and listen about you wanting to work.”
“You’re so brave, trying to be rational like a big guy,” I tease him. My words are dead serious, slightly on the sassy side, but it comes with the territory of dealing with Keegan.
“Watch your mouth, or I’ll fill it with my cock.”
“Gasp. Please don’t.” I smile brightly before speaking his language and doing a complete one-eighty. “I am working in a few hours. You didn’t answer my question, by the way.”
“What was it?” He looks thrown by my question, his gaze still on my mouth, but the confidence of his presence and touch is the total opposite—complete ownership.
“You said you wanted to tuck me under you, watch me while I sleep. My bed’s right there.”
“I can’t keep up with you,” he admits, though there’s no sting to his words. “And now I’m regretting my word choice.”
Keegan’s voice is quiet, and between us, the mood is both peaceful and heated. Like bickering lovers keen to resolve any tension. No matter how you want to label it, he’s an attractive Alpha, whose hands on me feel like they’re exactly where they belong.
Then I’m the one losing my spot in our conversation, but a question hangs in the air as obvious as the moment heating between us. “What word choice?”
He moves quickly, and one minute, I’m on the floor with him behind me, the next, I’m on my bed with Keegan over me. We’re fully clothed, but I doubt that will be the case for long.
Running my fingers down his face, I’m caught between experiencing him here and remembering our time in Genoa. He leans into my touch, his eyes locked on mine, before he dips down to brush his tasty lips over mine.
“I should have said fucking, not tucking. Then I’ll watch you sleep before we argue again about you going to work. You’re not, by the way.”
Laughter bubbles up, but he kisses me again, catching the sound, turning my happiness into sensual satisfaction.
With one of his hands, he interlaces my fingers with his before slowly moving my hand to where he can see it better.
His eyes move from mine, to the ring on my finger, to my eyes again before going back to the glimmering gold band.
“Seeing this on your finger, Tally, makes sense.” He leans in to kiss it, using his tongue too, his eyes definitely not filling with anger. “You under me like this, and all the worries in my head go away. You arguing with me makes my cock so fucking hard.”
Physically, we have no issues at all, and I hook one of my legs over his arse, drawing him closer while he kisses and talks some more.
“I think you’d say the same about Rafferty. Or Ronin. Or Tynan.”
“Is your point to let me know what a lucky bastard I am? ’Cause I fucking know already.
But you forget a very important piece of what you’re saying—we grew up knowing you were ours.
We’ve all left a space for you.” He smirks, biting the knuckle of my ring finger quickly before stretching my arm over my head.
As soon as it’s there, he rolls to his side and does the same with the other arm.
Next, he makes light work of my top before he makes a hissing noise between his teeth.
“God, you have incredible tits. The best I’ve seen. And felt. And tasted. Full trifecta.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, but as fast as he came on to me, he disappears and dips down lower.
The burn of his stubble gets washed away by his tongue as he licks a path straight down my chest to my side, where he delivers a hundred small kisses all over the small bandage.
His head pops up, and he’s lost a little of the momentum we had by the reminder of my injury.
“You were there when I needed you most, Keegan. Let’s leave it at that.”
Another quick kiss before he sits up and pulls his T-shirt off one-handed. “I was seriously only coming to tell you about our plans.”
“And we’re changing those plans. Together. Like I’ll be changing your minds about me not working. Which I am.”
His smirk is proof he knows what I’m talking about, but at the same time, all of them have me so wound up. Together we hustle, dealing with the rest of our clothes. I link my hands behind his neck and try to pull him back down.
Keegan’s smile grows as he spreads my legs open. “Let me see this gorgeous cunt of yours. I’ve missed her.”
He uses the weight of them to keep me wide while he thoroughly checks me out. It’s intrusive as all fuck, leaving me vulnerable, but the scent that rains down and the way his eyes shine free me of any uncomfortableness.
His thumbs move softly before he uses them to spready my pussy open like a flower. His eyebrows lift, and he gets that arrogant look on his face. The one I really, really fucking like. “Saturated, huh?”
“Looks like.”
He chuckles, but it’s not malicious at all. His eyes stay on my dripping pussy as he shuffles forward and leans down, swiping his knob through my slick. The smallest of touches from him reverberates through my bones. Honestly, it’s ridiculous the way I respond.
He’s completely besotted, lost in the intention of coating the tip of his cock in my juices. When his eyes jump to mine, they are dilated, and even before he moves, I know what he wants.
“Clean yourself off my bell end.” There’s a push of his designation as he crawls up my body so I can do exactly what he wants to his velvety knob.
Like with my pussy, he only gives me an inch, teasing me until I’m panting for air and gushing slick at the same time. Returning to where he was, he presses his mouth to lips as he licks the taste of us off them. Then he wraps an arm under me and waits until I’m looking at him.
“I have to tell you something, Tal,” he admits.
“What?”
My stomach drops, and I go to sit up, but Keegan stuns me with his speed and strength, spearing me with his oversized cock in one thrust.
He’s grinning as he drags his dick all the way out before slamming back in. He does it with so much force, all of me moves and the bed thumps against the wall. But JFC, it feels incredible.
“I can be whatever you want me to be. Romantic, sweet, slow, crazy, cute. What-fucking-ever, but I’ll always be desperate for you. And fucking obsessed with the way your cunt wraps around my cock. And the way you’re whole being shudders when you come.”
And then, to prove a point, he lies over me, kissing me softly and slowly until I’m breathing properly again.
He circles his hips as he skillfully takes our intimacy higher and higher, thrusting in deep and grinding his knot against my clit.
Driving my arousal crazy in a different way.
“You feel like home, Tal. Your scent is in me so deep, I can’t remember what it was like without it next to me. ”
His mouth is against my ear, his body holding me down, forcing me to hear all the noises he makes and feel each dip and ridge on his dick.
“I’m going to scar your throat for the world to see when I’m inside you just like this.
” He tongues the spot he’s chosen, and his kisses turn to nips as he drives harder and faster again.
“You want my knot? You want me to flood your tight little pussy with my claim till it spills down your thighs? You want me to leave a mark showing you where my bite will go?”
I grip his hair, pulling him up so he can see into my eyes. “Yes.”
“Such a good wife,” he says, ripping free of my hold on his hair and dropping his mouth to my throat.
I know he’s not going to claim me, but the anticipation right now has my lust and desire skyrocketing.
I perfume up a storm, and my slick gushes encouragingly.
Keegan, though, is hell-bent on showing me more sides of who he is tonight, and instead of ruining me with one brutal shove, he wiggles his hips until the burn as his knot pushes past the muscles unlocks waves of pleasure and relief, making me cry out.
He grunts, deep and low, against my ear, making me listen to him orgasm. But it wasn’t necessary. I’d literally felt his come spurting and filling me up.
Searching for his mouth, I kiss him deeply, our bodies moving on their own, almost. It’s effortless the way he makes me feel.
Another crest makes my back ache, and he twists my nipple until I’m writhing under him, whimpering for release. Leaning down, he bites my earlobe, making my pussy lock up. “Flood my knot.”
I shatter.
And then he’s putting me back together with soft kisses everywhere he can reach as he rolls us over, since we’re still locked together. Grabbing pillows and blankets, I get a lesson from Keegan about expecting the unexpected.
Settling an arm under my shoulder, and after brushing the hair off my face, he drops his weight over the top of me. “Now you’re tucked exactly where you’re meant to be. Time to sleep, beautiful.”
My eyes are closing, but not before I see see his eyes shut. He takes a big exhale, which I copy. He stills, taking me with him to a deep, dream-filled sleep where he chases me hard, laughing like the freak he’s turning out to be.