Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Keir
B riar dives for me as her fingers brush the sticky head of my cock. Her scent explodes in the air. Right, like I already wasn’t tasting honey and coconut just from breathing deeply.
Tugging my hands free of her bottoms, I wrap one around the back of her head as she whimpers against my lips. She jerks me haphazardly and finally gives up, pulling her hand free to work the button and zipper on my jeans.
She huffs but smiles when she gets them undone. “I did it.”
“You sure did.” I lift up to make it easier for her to push my jeans and boxer briefs to my knees.
I’m not expecting her to try to crawl down my body to get my dick in her mouth, and I barely catch her arms in time.
“Bottoms off, pretty girl.” I kiss her cheek.
This is a fucking nightmare.
An omega needs a safe, confined space during their heat. A moving vehicle is never going to feel secure to her instincts. She works on ripping out of Easton’s sweats while I tug my T-shirt off with a hand at the back of my neck.
Hopefully Calder realizes what’s going down back here. We can put off the pharmacy stop until after I help settle her fever.
The naughty little omega stares at my chest with a hungry look that makes my shoulders pull back. I might have fifteen years on her, but she doesn’t seem deterred. She hovers over my thighs, and I give her another tug so she doesn’t sit on my open zipper, since she’s right above where my jeans landed when she pulled them down.
She scrambles up, planting her pussy right over the base of my cock. Slick drips from her core, and I meet her in the middle for a feral kiss that makes my balls tighten.
Briar still has the oversized T-shirt on, but I wish she removed it with the sweats. Then again, it’s probably better we’re not both completely nude, considering the whole moving vehicle thing .
I tighten my hand in her hair and run the other down her spine while she grinds my dick into my pelvis. She’s so hot, my chest tightens. I’m beginning to think I should have woken her instead of letting her sleep until she roused on her own.
Her nails dig into the side of my neck, and she reaches between us with her free hand.
Briar grunts into my mouth, running her fingers over my sticky crown. Her teeth scrape over my lower lip as she pulls back and moves close to my ear. “I want you so bad.”
“Me too,” I assure her. “Tell me about your suppressants. Did they include your birth control?”
“No, I have an IUD.” She sucks on my earlobe, releasing it with a pop. “And I don’t ever want kids, so try not to dislodge it with your giant dick.”
“I’ll do my best not to.”
Easton scoffs from the middle row, and shortly after, the music turns up.
I’ll thank Calder for that later.
My head whips up, and I find Easton turned around, facing me.
I smirk.
I hope that fucker enjoys the show.
If he was a little more in tune with her needs, they’d be a lot further along in their relationship. We’ve worked together for three months. That’s twelve weeks of getting to know her on a friendly basis. If he had put in the work all along, rather than being his normal cold, dismissive self, he might be here instead of me.
I don’t feel sorry for him, at fucking all.
My fingers dig into the hair at the base of Briar’s skull, pulling her throat to my mouth. I nip and suck as she guides me to her opening.
We skipped a lot of important steps, but with how hot she is, I’m not going to put off slipping inside her. Once she’s not burning up, I’ll spend hours teasing and tantalizing every inch of her skin.
I’m already soaked in her slick, making it easy for her to sink onto my crown.
It’s intense.
She scalds my skin, but it’s not more than I can handle. The way her inner walls ripple like they’re searching for a knot… That part takes my goddamn breath away.
A naughty whimper vibrates out of her swollen lips, echoing around the confined space.
Fucking hell.
This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, and I don’t just mean physically.
I wanted to court her properly. At the very least, I wanted to have enough time to ask if she was open to courting and give her a single gift. There’s no way I’d let her suffer just to feed some altruistic idea of how things are meant to progress.
My forearm lands in the indent above her hip, and my free hand flattens on her back to help her grind down over my throbbing cock. She’s so fucking tight it seems impossible that she’ll ever be able to reach my knot. My instincts scream to toss her down and rut into her, but that’s not an option, due to the limited space we’re working with.
I can’t even force her legs farther apart.
“God, Keir, you’ve got so much dick.” Her long dark lashes fan over her cheeks as she shivers.
Briar is stunning—the kind of beautiful that makes my chest tight when I study her for too long, because I know I’m never going to deserve her.
Unluckily for her, I’m not a good guy.
I’m going to hold on tight with both hands and chase her sexy little ass down if she ever tries to leave me.
“Eyes on mine,” I say, giving her hair a tug.
Her bluish-gray eyes pop open as her teeth dig into her lower lip. “So good…” She continues mumbling, but I can’t make out any of her words.
I pull her face close to mine, using her hair as leverage. “You’re burning up. Don’t worry, we’re going to get you locked on my knot. I just have one question.”
She blinks slowly and finally nods.
“Can I court you?”
Her hazy eyes squint, almost like she’s trying to process my words. A few seconds pass, and a lazy smile crosses her face. “Yeah, I want that.”
“Good, now come on my cock a few times.”
“Earth-shattering orgasms count as courting gifts.” She groans, her head falling back. That fucking shirt is still covering all the good parts, but the way her warm, wet walls wring my cock is a solid distraction. “Court me through awesome sex. Lots of orgasms count, you know.”
I chuckle.
She’s fucking adorable. The fog has set in, and I try not to let myself worry that she’ll regret this once she’s clear.
Goddammit.
I really wanted to take things at a respectable pace, but the way her skin burns mine is a reminder that’s not possible.
“You’ve gotta let me in.” I growl, releasing her hair to slide a hand under the shirt. She’s soaked, and my fingers slip and slide around aimlessly as she wiggles her hips. “Oh, sweet girl,” I groan, trying to shake away the fog.
Even the edges of my vision are hazy, and every sensation is heightened in a way that’s hard to understand.
Brushing my fingers over her slick cunt and being able to feel where I disappear inside her… My canines pulse painfully, and my instincts scream that now is the perfect time to strike.
She wants my knot, so she’s likely to accept my bite . My fucked-up thoughts won’t shut up as they try to convince me to act.
Do not fuck this up!
Trust takes time to build and only moments to decimate.
I exhale heavily and focus on staying in the moment. “That’s it. You’re doing so well—taking me perfectly. Just a little more, and you’ll be down to my knot.” Finally smartening up, I tug the shirt off her and dispose of it haphazardly.
Briar is bare underneath it, and her heavy tits bounce with each rise and fall she makes on my length. Seeing my shaft wet with her slick leads to an entirely different feeling of satisfaction. I’m going to paint her in my cum until she scents so deeply of me that no other alpha would think to look at her twice.
Fuck me.
I think I’m on the edge of going feral.
“More, Keir, please!” She nods, and her long hair falls over her shoulders.
“I’ve got you, gorgeous.”
This position isn’t working .
She can’t get enough of me inside her to get close to taking my knot, despite what I said to encourage her.
I’ve been mostly lying down but partially propped up in the back corner of the seat. I sit up completely, pulling my legs down and putting them on the floorboard before sitting back against the seat.
“Let me help.” My hands wrap around her luscious ass, lifting and dropping her as I buck up into her. “See, sweetheart? If you need something, all you have to do is ask.”
Briar melts into my chest, and begging moans spill against my skin.
I need to get her there fast, so I make sure to grind her clit into my pelvis with each thrust. Slick drips down the remaining inches of my length that she hasn’t managed to take, and I can’t see it, but it feels like it pools around my balls.
Easton will never be rid of the sex smell in his SUV.
I smirk.
Serves his ass right.
Briar moves her face to the crook of my neck. She sucks and nibbles at my skin, which is dangerous.
The nearly overpowering urge to claim her washes through my system again.
Her pheromones are so thick, the scent has to qualify as a perfume.
It does my head in.
All rational thought disappears, and I begin to fuck up into her with little care for whether her body is ready to accommodate me.
It’s a dick move.
I heard what Jameson said, and with the little I know about the mob world, I don’t have any trouble believing his words were true.
I don’t believe that fucker was capable of sweet sex, and I’m not in any better of a position to teach her that not all alphas are the same.
I make a silent vow that when the haze of rut isn’t so close to the surface, I’m going to woo the fuck out of her and take my time. If I’m not careful, I’m afraid I’ll end up acting like one of those rabid alphas that have to be put down.
“Right there,” she mumbles, nodding wildly. “That’s what I need. More of this!”
The feeling of her lower lips brushing my knot doesn’t help my composure, and I bite my cheek to keep from doing something stupid like biting her without her consent.
Briar’s begging moans give way to sobbing demands. Knowing she wants me as much as I ache for her makes me feel like a fucking king.
My instincts scream to give her whatever she needs, but I drop her especially hard, and my knot slips inside her opening.
We both gasp.
“Oh, no,” she grunts. “I mean, yeah, that’s your knot.”
I freeze at the feeling of the first few inches of her pussy spasming. “Fucking hell. Tell me you’re okay…”
It’s almost like her core is signaling to my knot that it’s time to inflate.
And it does.
I’ve never been locked inside someone, but the feeling is indescribable. She’s already so tight, it’s hard to comprehend that her body is able to stretch enough to accommodate my swelling knot.
I bump my cheek against hers as she trembles. “Are you good?”
“The best,” she slurs, digging her nails into my shoulders.
Relief washes over me at having confirmation this is okay. It would be impossible to pry us apart at this point, but I’ve been rougher than I should have.
“Keir!” Briar claws at my shoulders, grinding her hips. “Stop. I mean, stop not doing anything. I’m not going to break. What I need is for you to move…”
It’s so fucking much pleasure for so little movement. It almost becomes hard to breathe. My muscles coil tight to keep from acting like a caveman.
There’s no space, but my instincts scream to trap her under me and rut.
“Keir?” Briar asks, sounding unsure.
“I’ve never been locked inside someone. The connection…” I kiss the side of her head and wrap my arms around her back. “I’m right here with you. I’ve got you. You’re perfect, Briar. Do you know how incredible you feel? Because it’s taking my fucking breath away.”
Her face breaks into a smile. I can’t see it, but I can feel it against my throat. “Me too. It’s a lot. My chest got all warm and fuzzy. I’m floaty. Whoa, who knew knotting could feel like this?”
“Not me,” I assure her, moving to palm her head. My other forearm guides her to grind. “I thought it would be claustrophobic, but fuck me, pretty girl. I’d keep you locked on my knot and carry you around like this all day if it wouldn’t get us both arrested.”
“Okay, that’s actually hot.” She works her clit against my lower stomach, making my knot drag along her inner walls.
Keeping my arms wrapped tight around her back, I work on giving her the safe and confined feeling that her instincts crave while praising her every move.
She pulls her face free of my throat, and I stretch to meet her mouth.
It’s a slow and sensual kiss, but all-consuming as it builds.
Time seems to lose all meaning.
Her inner walls clamp down on my length, and I can’t hold back.
I paint her pussy with every drop of my cum as our tongues tangle.
I’m impressed I managed to keep myself from digging my teeth in, but I’m still overly sensitive when she starts bouncing on my knot again.
The fog slips in, and despite our inconvenient location, I lose myself to the haze of rut.