Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Briar
T he soft grunts and growls that slip out of Calder around our kiss are addictive. There’s something so genuine about the way he clutches at me. It feels like he needs me as much as I need him.
I’ve never had that before, and I want more of it.
My insides burn.
The aching need to be covered in his scent washes over me from nowhere.
“I need more,” I whimper in between frantic kisses.
“Anything,” he murmurs against my lips. “Just tell me what you need more of…”
“You.” I groan, sliding my arm between us to clutch my stomach. “Oh fuck, this is bad.” My cheek comes to rest against his, and his skin feels cool compared to mine.
“Wait…” He slides his hand up the bottom of Keir’s shirt, and his palm dances over my bare ass. “You’re hot, like burning up.”
“Yeah,” I agree, nodding wildly. “I just realized I forgot my suppressants in the bathroom cabinet at Jameson’s. I haven’t had them in two days. I mean, I took them yesterday morning, but I take them every morning and at night.”
“How do I help?” he asks, swallowing thickly.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I’ve been on suppressants since my first heat tried to start. I’m sure you heard Jameson bragging about taking my virginity.”
“I don’t think the world will miss anything with him being gone.” Calder surprises me by rolling us. My back hits the mattress, and he hovers over me, keeping himself up with one palm. “I hate to say this, but I have no idea what I’m doing.”
My eyes widen. There’s a massive wet spot that I left on his sweats. I don’t even really comprehend his words, but my instincts are convinced much could be fixed by coming on his knot a whole bunch of times.
“I need to come.” I nod like a fiend. “Or you do, inside me, preferably while I’m locked on your knot.” Grabbing the waistband of his sweats, I tug them down. His heavy cock bounces out, slapping against his stomach.
My pheromones burst in the air in an attempt to coax the compatible alpha within reach. His dewy, fresh scent pulses in response to mine, and my head falls to the side as I whine.
Calder lets out a feral growl that bounces around the room, and his weight falls on top of me. It cages me into the mattress deliciously, making my instincts hum in delight.
Keir’s shirt hovers around my hips as Calder kicks out of his sweats, but I don’t get to remove my shirt, because he’s in the way.
“We shouldn’t rush things. I haven’t even asked if I could court you.” He nips at my lower lip as his hand slides up my side.
“You can court me. I would love that. Now kiss me!”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles, but I dive for his mouth at the same time I wrap my hand around his hard length.
Okay, so, Calder is packing. Like, to the point I’m a little concerned my vagina might not survive him, but she would go out happy.
What am I thinking?
Omegas have one job in life, and that is to take a bunch of alpha cock. I’m built for this, even if I don’t have a whole lot of practice. Also, his scent alone has my body ready to do the damn thing.
I guide him between my lower lips, and he thrusts perfectly to bump my clit.
“Fucking hell, Briar. You’re soaked.” He runs his fingers over my cheek, and it’s such a tender moment that I might die. At the very least, I’ll melt into a gooey pile of useless begging omega. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He pecks a kiss on my lips, and I sob as he crawls down my body.
His shaft slips from my hand, and I struggle to sit up to grab him to drag him back.
He’s slender.
Maybe I could tackle him and just climb on his dick?
My head shakes, and I desperately try to clear away the fog. I’m acting like an omega completely lost to her instincts.
This is so bad.
Except Calder spreads my lower lips, and that is very good.
His warm breath fans over my sex as a growl rattles out of his chest. “Feel free to give me instructions, but I know I’m not allowed to just shove my dick inside you with no prep.”
“Yes, you are!” I wail, reaching for his arms. Only, his tongue flicks over my clit, and I fall to the mattress as my legs widen to give him extra space. I’m not sure what he does next, but it almost feels like he kisses my clit. Apparently I’m easy to please because a string of incoherent begging spills from my lips.
Stretching a hand down, I wrap my fingers in the waves on the top of his head and direct him where I want him. He’s frantic and uncoordinated and it’s still perfect.
I’m blissed out on his pheromones and the way he puts his all into making me come. My feet bounce against the mattress at the feeling of his thick finger slipping inside me. It’s great…just not enough.
“More,” I sob, nodding and tugging his hair.
He adds another digit to my core, and my inner walls immediately search for the knot, trying to lock it in place. Omega biology is weird as hell, but he begins stretching his fingers, and embarrassing sounds slip from my lips.
“That’s perfect. You’re perfect! Oh, shit, more, please, Calder?”
He growls, the sound vibrating against my sex. “I fucking love hearing you beg, but I’m trying here. Tell me what you need more of.”
I groan. “Deeper and crook your fingers.”
Calder is a quick study.
My nipples tighten under the soft material of the T-shirt I’m still wearing as pleasure builds under my skin.
Calder’s hand tightens on my pelvis, like he’s holding me in place, so I can’t wiggle away. He rolls his tongue around my swollen nub, and electricity zips through my system, making me quake.
My hands dig into his hair, like I’m now the one who is afraid he might get away as I jolt under him.
The orgasm goes on for so long that I gasp and groan, finally trying to pull him off my clit. “Ugh, so sensitive…too much.”
Calder sucks each of my lower lips into his mouth and crawls up just enough that his elbows land near my hip bones as his face hovers over my stomach. He grins and pulls his hand to his mouth to suck off my slick.
“Did that help?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.
“A little.” I nod and tug on his arms. “On your back.”
He climbs the rest of the way up and pecks a kiss on my nose before rolling onto his back. The urge to impale myself on his cock is almost too much to resist as it sways, pointing toward his belly button. Instead, I scoot down as I lie on my side, facing him. I grab the comforter, pulling it up over my shoulders, which also covers his legs.
“Whatcha doing?” he asks.
“About to blow you.” I grab his right hip, and he follows my instruction, turning on his side.
“You really don’t have to—” His crown bounces against my cheek. It’s sticky and hard and my tongue darts out, flicking down his length. “Okay, yeah, please do.”
I wrap my hand around him and bring him to my mouth. My tongue rolls, circling his throbbing cock. He lets out the most satisfied moan as his shaft jolts, and it does crazy stuff to my insides. He’s much more vocal than I’m used to, and my system thinks it’s the sexiest thing in the world.
His salty, manly taste explodes on my tongue, making me ravenous for more. Hollowing my cheeks, I snatch his hand and bring it to my hair. I’m not exactly an expert at this stuff either, and I wouldn’t mind him taking the lead. He palms my skull, but I pull back until his tip bumps my lips.
“Take over and fuck my throat.”
“Um,” Calder says. “Are you sure?”
“Mm-hmm.” I dive back down, swirling my tongue as he gives a gentle thrust. Bobbing and sucking, I work deeper until my nose bumps his knot.
“Holy shit, beautiful. You’re killing me here,” he says, teasing his fingers through my hair as he gives my head a little shove.
It’s insanely hot, and my thighs grind together, desperate for some friction on my clit. Who knew giving could be just as satisfying as receiving? I didn’t, but everything in me aches to blow his mind.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls as he swells. “I’m about to come.”
I can tell.
I double down, sucking him even deeper as he spills all over my tongue. The way he tenderly palms my head makes me all warm and fuzzy. His crown bounces against the back of my throat, and I choke a little.
“Fuck, Briar…” He grunts, running his fingers through my hair. It’s a very tender moment, so I keep him in my mouth. I have no idea why, but it soothes my instincts. “Did you want to come up here? The movie is still playing…”
“Nuh-uh,” I mumble around him. “This is nice.”
“Um, yeah.” He brings his other hand down and teases my cheek. “I mean, if you’re comfortable, I’m good.”
I move my hand to cup his lower back and snuggle closer to his thighs. The holiday movie plays in the background, and I soak up all of his delicious pheromones and the warmth of his skin against mine.