20. Rickon
Chapter twenty
Rickon
Her risqué whisper sends a hot pulse shooting straight from my ear to my groin, and I swallow a whimper. This omega will ruin me, and for reasons I can’t yet decipher, I welcome it all.
Not this omega. My omega. My body vibrates with the truth of it. Mine.
I twist my head, making our smooth cheeks glide together. She feels like warm satin and smells like heaven. “How would we do it?” I murmur breathlessly, glancing around the cafe. “Hypothetically.”
She hums, lips twitching mischievously. “Hypothetically, I have a wide skirt,” she whispers back, fluffing her sundress all over my lap and the padded booth seat. “So, then it’s just a matter of freeing alpha junior.”
Every time the word alpha flows off her tongue, it fires up an internal burner. My omega recognizes me as her alpha, and I can’t think of a better feeling in the world. If it weren’t for her weight pressing down on my legs, I’d think this was all a dream. My grip tightens around her waist.
She lifts up slightly, her fingers questing beneath her to find my waistband and turn this word fantasy into a reality. Fuck. How can she not care that we’re in public? She’s wild and unfettered by social norms and I feel lightheaded with awe. I can’t look away from her glittering eyes.
My breath catches as she palms my cock, the only part of me that’s obviously alpha, and murmurs in approval. I was already hard, but her first touch turns me to steel.
Every cell in my body comes alive, tuned to her like lightning rods. If she’s teasing me, it might be unbearable, but if she really intends to sit on my cock in this public place, what the fuck am I gonna do about it?
Nothing.
If this woman wants to strip me naked and make me walk down the street, I’ll do it in a heartbeat, so long as I can keep my gaze on her.
She massages my cock. “How would you feel if I hypothetically slid this inside my pussy?”
“Amazing,” I murmur, my voice breaking. “I’m so hot for you, Red.” I lick my tongue over my parted lips, watching the way her gaze latches onto the movement like a lioness on the hunt. “Do—do you want me to take you home?”
Why am I afraid she’ll say yes? I’ve never considered myself an exhibitionist.
Red smirks at me. “Yes, but not yet.”
Fuck! Her teasing slides down my spine like lightning and gets my balls clenching with need. She lifts her body, and I grab her hips to steady her as she reaches under her skirt. All hypotheses fly out the opaque window as she presses down onto me with a soft brush of hair and folds. And wetness. So much wetness I slide right in like we’re an oiled lock and key designed for each other.
“Red—” My throat locks up and I can’t say a word, only sit quivering, caught by this tigress.
Her eyes shutter, and her body relaxes into me with a soft sigh. “There’s home.”
Tears lump in my throat. I’m someone’s home? Never thought I’d hear that. I press on her back to fold us together, reaching for her mouth.
Someone clears their throat nearby. “Are you ready to order?”
I’m too dazed to answer, but Red draws back from our kiss and wipes the corner of her smudged lips with a smirk. “Yeah, we’re ready to order the whole house, Jackie girl,” she drawls in a put-on accent.
I blink as Red grins down at me. She just quoted a line from one of my favorite movies.
The omega shrugs and waggles her eyebrows, her voice softening to normal. “Or maybe not the whole house today. I’ll have a latte. What do you want, alpha?”
My cock twitches, and her smirk deepens. Minx. Hellcat. Tiger.
Queen.
“Lemonade, thanks. And two of today’s special gluten-free cake.”
The server eyes us with a frown but simply takes down the order and walks away. I let my head fall back with a gasp. We just ordered off the menu while having sex!
“You’re something else, girl,” I murmur. “Wild.”
She smirks at me, clearly enjoying this. “You haven’t seen anything yet, alpha.”
I spasm, and she leans on my shoulders, dropping her lips near my ear. “Alpha. Alpha. Alpha.” Fuck, she’s playing me like a fiddle. Honed in on what gets me going already.
We’re thrusting without even moving our bodies, every word gripping me as tightly as if it were her hand. This woman knows me better than I know myself, and we’ve only just met.
She chuckles. “Soda with cake? Seems an odd choice.”
“Mm-hmm,” I gasp out, delicious heat churning through me. “I burned my throat on a too-hot coffee years ago. Been wary ever since.” Just like my body’s burning now under her weight, making me hyperconscious of the way we press together.
She talks so calmly while covering my cock. Is the world not exploding around her like it is for me? Well, it doesn’t even matter if she wants to use me. I can handle that.
Red grips my chin. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I ask warily.
She tilts her head and purses her lips. “You don’t have to wear a mask around me.”
I gaze up into her blue-gray eyes, incredulous. Someone who’ll accept me as I really am? I must’ve been hit by a bus on my way to the cafe and woken up in the afterlife. My hand moves like I’m possessed to take a lock of her red hair between my fingers. “Promise?”
She nods, and I’m lost, drowning in the huge soul reflecting through her eyes. “Yes, alpha.”
I bite down on a groan. “Keep calling me that, and I’ll come before the waitress even gets back.”
Red chuckles and drags her cheek down mine, marking me with her scent. “That’s the plan, alpha.”
Her pussy flexes around me and I clench my teeth to hold in a groan as she gives a tiny rock forward. I glance to my left. The other diners must know what we’re doing, and I feel them sneaking glances, gazes tingling like lasers.
“Eyes on me, Rickon,” Red says.
I obey immediately, letting out a sharp breath as she slides in my lap again.
She gazes down at me, eyes liquid with passion. “It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Ever. Just look at me.”
I nod and squeeze her waist, caressing the shape of her perfect fit. It’s easy to watch her, with the sunlight catching in her red hair, turning her into a fiery goddess. But not quite as easy to understand how she can disregard others’ opinions. Her lack of care for what others think is its own kind of wild freedom, and I crave it even more than the dripping pussy enveloping my cock.
A burning spasm runs through my body as she clenches me, over and over.
“Feeling good, alpha?” she whispers.
“So good.” I shake my head, even though I mean the opposite. I’m losing control of my body.
“Good enough to come?”
Fuck yes. The idea of filling her up with my cum makes my hips jerk upward. I blink fast, trying to rein in my sanity. I only just met her, but one whiff, one touch, and the world turned upside down.
My heart quivers. “Yes, my omega,” I reply. Her eyes light up, like no one’s ever called her that and I dig my fingers into her roots, dragging her face into the curve of my neck where my scent blooms strongest. “And if I’m coming, you’re coming too. Got that?”
“Yes, alpha,” she purrs, breath scalding my neck with each of her jagged gasps. My dick jumps inside her and she tenses.
“I’ve got you, Biscuit. Let it out.”
She shudders softly and that imperceptible obedience sends me over the edge. Heat throbs through my cock and I groan quietly into her hair as I come in thick spurts. We sit in silence for a minute, catching our breath.
The waitress brings a loaded tray to the table and glares at me. “You can’t be doing that here!”
I hold her angry gaze, my grip tightening protectively around my omega. The warmth emanating from Red’s body fills me with confidence. “My omega’s going into heat. Will you kindly wrap all that up for us to go?”
Feels more like I’m the one going into heat, the way my body all but purrs.
The woman’s gaze softens, and she glances at Red. “Sure.” She whisks the food away. So it’s true anything goes for an omega in heat.
Red sits up, her cheeks delightfully flushed. She smirks. “Look at you, lying through your teeth. And here I thought you were the honest type.”
I stroke hair back from her face so I can get a better look at the blush I put on her smooth skin. “Well, I didn’t say when you were going into heat, but it’ll happen sometime, right?”
Her smile vanishes, but as soon as I blink it’s back. “You sly thing.” She slaps my chest.
Did I imagine her negative reaction? Maybe I’ve pushed for too much. “Do you disapprove?” A sudden fear of losing her grips my lungs. I only want her to be happy and feel safe with me.
She grins. “No, it’s fine.”
I take her hand. “Come home with me, Red. This was exhilarating, but now I want to strip you down and inspect every inch of my omega.” My grip tightens and every bit of desperate longing for love, acceptance, and permanency I’ve ever desired coats my voice. “And stay. Stay forever?”
“Even if I’m high maintenance?”
I brush my thumb across her lower lip. “Even better. We’ll never be bored.”
She laughs and leans in for another kiss. “I’m yours, Rickon.”
After a lingering kiss, I lean my head back and close my eyes with a soft sigh, savoring this moment. I asked the universe for a sign, and she jumped right into my lap. I want to remember this for eternity—the exact moment I claimed my omega.