24. Red
Chapter twenty-four
Red
If I think about it, it is kinda my style to steal my guy’s bi-ginity in the most absurd fashion possible. I’ve stamped my claim publicly. The idea makes me grin.
“Looks like someone’s pleased with herself,” Rickon remarks, divesting himself of the rest of his clothes. He’s lean rather than ripped, with defined forearms, long legs, and a nip in his silhouette above his hips. In short, beautiful.
I brush my hand along the faint ridges of his ribs, enjoying the thrill of touching him as much as I want. “I was thinking that I claimed you as mine.”
“You sure did.” He maneuvers between my legs to find space on the couch, leaning over me. “And now it’s my turn.” His aroused cock slides up my thigh, the knot at the base thickening.
Only one alpha has ever leaned over me like this, and I stiffen with unwanted memory. I swallow hard. “I lied. I do have a limit.”
“Hmm?” His brows rise.
“Don’t tie me down or edge me with your knot. Any other edging is fine, just not your knot.”
“Noted.” The thickness in his voice matches the growing knot as he leans down, sliding my bra straps off my shoulders. Every touch sends skittering waves of pleasure bouncing through my nerves, all the stronger because he’s so focused.
Rickon moans softly as he presses into my covered rounded breasts. “Do you know you smell like honeyed macadamias?” he asks, nuzzling into the valley between.
His fingers drift across the roughened skin above my collarbone where years of haze extraction left me scarred. The other scars don’t show. I glance away.
“I want you so much, Red, in every way.” His fingers delve under my chin, and he turns me back to face him. “Don’t look away. Don’t deny me your beauty.”
He holds my gaze as he rests his cock against my pussy and thrusts gently. The desire in his eyes flares as real as the velvet touch of his cock between my pussy lips. My mouth falls open slightly as he eases in, thick and silky.
“So good,” I murmur, moaning.
A growl roughens his voice. “Fuck, you’re telling me!” His lashes flutter like he’s been hit with a dizzy spell as he sinks all the way in. He groans softly, both of us appreciating a different angle.
Rickon balances on his elbows and digs his hands underneath me to reach my bra clasp. He fumbles a few times, hampered by the seat cushion. His warm exhale caresses my skin when it gives, and he reverently slides his hands under the cups.
Every move reminds me this is new to him. Gently he lifts the stolen bra away, eyes widening as my breasts spill out. He drags a finger across one nipple, and I whimper as lust shoots through me.
Still balanced on his elbows, he gets both thumbs into position and toys with the hard peaks. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, watching in fascination as my nipples perk, the skin drawing tight.
My head drops back on the cushion, but he chooses that moment to thrust his cock deeper and I whine. He’s so fucking flexible, bending around me to pleasure everywhere at once.
“You like that,” he murmurs.
“Love it,” I correct with a gasp.
Instead of replying, he squeezes my right breast and drops his mouth over the other nipple, sucking firmly. I dig my hands into his hair and arch, swallowed up by desire. “Alpha!” I cry.
He wedges his foot more firmly in the gap at the back of the couch, and then his hips snap forward. My alpha fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before, licking, sucking, touching everywhere as if he’s afraid I’ll dissipate from his arms if he lets go for even a second. Instead of being pinned by cruel fetters, I’m surrounded by warmth that cradles the fire of my orgasm so it can billow like wildfire fanned by a hot wind. I burn, and so does Rickon.
Sweat gathers on his temples as he works me relentlessly, grunting faintly with the effort. I writhe against the sofa, alternating between gripping his shoulders and hanging onto the backrest.
He sits up, lifting my leg over his shoulder for a better angle before sinking deep again. I twitch all over with compressed need.
“Come for me, omega,” he orders.
My stomach clenches and I whine and strain, clutching his arms where they wrap around my leg. Hot slick runs through me, accompanied by the lightning touch of orgasm. I gasp.
“Fuck!” Rickon snarls, and he grinds hard against me, driving his knot inside to fill me to overflowing. The rippling mass slides all the way in and catches in my pussy. I yell as a second orgasm catches me unaware, burning hot white spots in my vision.
“More,” he demands, nipping his teeth along my calf resting on his shoulder. Rickon’s thrusts drag that impossibly big bulge through my pussy with a shattering intensity that mingles pain and pleasure.
“I—I can’t,” I pant out. How many times have I already come?
Reckon thrusts. “You can take that, baby. You can take some more,” he croons. “Fuck! You were built to take me.”
He’s so damn right. I grip the cushion with one hand and hang on to my sweet-turned-wild alpha with the other, both of us snarling and growling with frenzy.
Rickon’s body spasm and he curls over me with a deep growl. His alpha scent thickens, the vanilla butter aroma turning thick and creamy. He drops one hand to my belly and toys with my clit so when he groans into his release, I’m right there with him, shaking and coming.
I flop back on the couch, and we lie together for some time, letting our heartbeats and breathing sync and slow. When I can speak, I stroke my palm along his neck. “Damn, Rickon. Hard to believe it’s your first time. You’re really something.”
A quiver runs through his body and another wave of scent hits me, darker than before. Burned, even. Turning into caramel. I open my eyes as he lifts on his arms again.
The man staring down at me isn’t quite the Rickon I know, and my belly flutters as I realize he was being completely honest about not stopping. More than that, the alpha hidden inside surfaces, gazing back with unconcealed desire. His green irises blaze with emerald fire.
“Red,” he whispers hoarsely.
“I’m here. I’m yours,” I confirm, and he nods like I’ve answered everything he wants.
He pulls away, and I gasp as his knot pops loose. “Get up,” he orders.
When I roll off the edge to find my feet, he growls as cum slides down my thighs. He reaches between my legs and plays with it, cupping his hand between my legs and pushing on my shoulder to make me walk backward. His skin flushes with a pink hue and burns where it touches mine.
“Where do you want me?” I ask, shivers of anticipation pebbling my skin.
“Bathroom,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.
Rickon cups my pussy for the few steps into the bedroom and through the other door. He closes us in and turns me to face the narrow, full-length mirror behind the door. “Hands on the wall.”
The huskiness in his voice sends a delicious ripple through me. Wonder appears in his gaze as I obey. I won’t always be this obedient, but something tells me Rickon’s not used to giving orders and being obeyed, and I want to see everything he’ll give me if I put him in charge.
This mirror’s placement immediately makes sense as it catches the reflection of the vanity mirror, allowing me to see my alpha’s back as he leans on me, watching over my shoulder as he lifts his hand away from my crotch, glistening with our cum. He tries stuffing it back inside, but gravity is not his friend. Fascinated, he drags his hand across my belly, leaving a silvery white smear.
“We look good together,” he murmurs against my ear and heat explodes through my torso knowing he’s referring to our combined cum.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
He rubs his hands together and then slides them up from my wet belly to my breasts, plucking at my sensitive nipples and stroking down my ribs like he’s playing an instrument.
Rickon shivers. “Red?”
“Yes, alpha?”
“Red?” he asks again, his chest pressing into my back.
“I’m here, Rickon, and ready for you.”
He licks the back of my neck, giving me sexy goosebumps, and strokes under my arm, lifting it over my head to wrap around his neck. “Good,” he breathes out, a little slurred.
His cock quests through my ass cheeks as he reaches around me to stroke my clit. I sigh and lean my head back on his shoulder. He flicks back and forth, watching my reactions in the mirror. The moment the first whimper falls from my lips, he pushes me forward, until my breasts squish onto the cold glass. Rickon grips my hips, pressing down on my back a little to present for him so he can get his rock-hard cock between my swollen pussy lips. His first thrust makes me gasp as he buffets me against the wall.
He fucks me like he owns me, one hand on the base of my neck, one on my hip to keep us locked together. Fierce snarls work through his throat with every stroke and emotion thickens my throat as I whimper, knowing I’m bringing the alpha out of this man who gets mistaken for an omega.
“My omega,” he rasps, grazing his teeth across my shoulder blade and making me orgasm again.
He stiffens and groans, squashing me with his newfound strength. Instead of knotting me, he pulls back. With one hand, he reaches across the small space to flip the shower on.
“Get in,” he orders breathlessly once he’s happy with the temperature.
He splashes a little lavender shower gel on his hands and washes under me. I gasp and steady myself against the wall as he finishes with my pussy and strokes back into my ass. He works one finger inside, cleaning and teasing as the hot water runs over us, removing some of our thick scents from the air.
“Lean on your knees,” he orders.
I lean over, the water running down my neck and into my hair. It muffles my senses, acting like a barrier that closes us off from the world. I’ve been transported somewhere magical with my alpha. Rickon presses his cock against my pucker. No limits, right, Red?
I gasp as he sinks in, feeling strange. He doesn’t give me any time to be unsure because he thrusts over and over, knowing what he’s doing. I brace one hand on the tiles, water running through my panting mouth. A clatter sounds and then something hard slips into my throbbing pussy. I don’t know what it is, but it can’t be his cock because that’s in my ass.
“Rickon!” I whine, shocked.
“Take everything I give you, Biscuit.” He thrusts against my pussy, the sensation deep and unyielding. I swear he’s touching everywhere inside.
I’m so full, I don’t know what to do, and I shiver and whine, desperate to shatter.
“That’s it. Pussy or ass, you take me so beautifully. Call my name, Red. Tell me how much you need me.”
His demanding words, with a soundtrack of running water, slide into my belly like oil to fuel the fire blazing there. “Fuck, Rickon! More. Make me come, alpha!”
My man sinks deeper with a groan, stretching me. A snarl twists my lips as I lean back into him, shaking and thrusting. It feels so good, I can’t control myself.
“Good girl.” His fingers grip my shoulder, and he coordinates his thrusts. “One day—” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but it sounds like a promise. Maybe a promise about how my alphas will take me together when our pack grows.
Those are his last coherent words because within moments we’re both screaming and trembling as his cock thickens inside my ass. I feel the little shocks through his belly on my cheeks as he comes inside, his strokes in my pussy growing unsteady as he slows and concentrates. Then he doubles down, and I fall as my shaky legs give way.
Rickon catches me around the waist before I hit the tiles. He adjusts his angle, and I scream his name and clench as the waves of pleasure crash together in the finale.
He drags the tool out of my pussy, and I gape in shock, panting heavily as he rinses the long dildo and sets it on the glass countertop beside the shower. Nice to know he keeps a few toys handy. Rickon stands over me and rinses off his cock, before helping me to rise on trembling legs.
After flicking the shower off, he tugs me out and wraps me in a towel. He casts around before pulling a second one off a rail behind the door. I watch through sleepy eyes as he draws my red hair together in a rope and twists it to get rid of excess water.
“Come,” he orders hoarsely, leading me into his bedroom.
He strips back the comforter and throws a blanket on the bed, and then twirls my hair up into a loose knot and stuffs it inside a black beanie. A faint purr vibrates in his chest as he lays me down on my back and I stare in wonder. Reaching up, I run my hands over his cheeks, feeling the faint whisker of shaved hair.
The purr deepens as he leans over me, using one hand to spread my legs. Caught in the thrall of this sound, I reach down and guide his cock into my pussy. I’ve only ever heard it inside my brain before, but here it is, caressing my ears in the flesh. My alpha’s contentment.
Rickon thrusts, his mouth dropping open with the first stroke. The man I met first is barely here, but I still feel his burning adoration in the way he strokes my collar bone, hunches down to drop kisses on my lips, and stares at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
He drags in a deep breath, then lodges deep, knocking a moan loose from my chest.
Our union has sent my kind, sweet alpha into rut.