Chapter Five
Paige
I needed him in me.
Now.
Part of me recognized the conversation he was trying to have with me was important. That part was both grateful, and annoyed that he was resisting his instincts.
He was an alpha, and I was an omega in heat. He could stop my pain and make me feel better.
That was all that mattered.
Large hands held me in place as we rose, firm lips parting for my demanding tongue. The flavor of him burst across my tastebuds, and nothing else mattered but getting more of it.
His rumble vibrated into my mouth as his hand moved up to grip my short locks, angling my head the way he wanted so he could deepen the kiss and take over.
The shifting of his straining cock against my core was the only thing that told me he was walking, but I couldn’t find it in me to care where we were going.
I would have gladly bent over his fancy dining table that looked like it had never been used to get him inside me.
I was too close to the source to tell if his scent grew stronger as we moved deeper into his home.
The omega side of me that craved a nest was glad it was darker in the room he took me to, but that was all I noticed of the scenery before my back was pressed to a soft surface, the hard weight of him holding me down making me want to purr.
His tongue was still exploring my mouth, accepting the demands of mine while making some of his own, and I couldn’t have cared less that my lungs were screaming for air.
His hands moved from my hair and ass, making me feel bereft as his weight lifted from me.
I whined into his mouth until I realized he was only pulling back to remove his suit jacket, and I slipped my hands up over his shoulders to help push it off.
I’d have let him keep it on while he fucked me, the fabric was smooth and he was mouthwatering in it, but if taking it off got me his knot faster, then it needed to go.
His mouth stayed locked with mine as he stripped out of his shirt next.
There was enough movement for me to think he’d kicked off his shoes as well, but I wasn’t paying enough attention to know for sure.
Once the bare skin of his chest was exposed, my hands were too busy exploring the expanse of it, his warm flesh stretched tight over hard muscle, rough hair creating a contrast that made me want to rub myself all over him.
Weight settling atop me again, he flattened me beneath him, my omega side content once again.
The softness of the bedding I sank into combined with the way he blocked out the rest of the room with his body was close enough to a nest that I didn’t feel the irritating urge to rearrange everything.
The only thing I needed was him inside me.
Dragging my hands down his back, I found the top of his pants, irritated there were still barriers between us. The ridge of his erection only teased me with what I wanted, but I still didn’t have access to it.
My throat vibrated with a growl of annoyance as I tried to fit my hands between us to work his belt loose even as my legs refused to unwind from around his waist. I wanted him closer, not to release him, but I needed him naked.
The different desires warred inside me the way his tongue tangled with mine.
His chuckle made his chest bounce and deepened my growl. It only grew louder when he finally released my lips and pulled away.
“Patience, Sweetheart. I need to undress you too.”
I’d forgotten I was still clothed as well until he brought attention to it. My tank top was skewed, one shoulder strap pulled tight against the side of my neck and the hem pushed up to my breasts. My jeans clung to my sweaty skin, and once I was aware of them, they had to go.
“Get them off.”
He chuckled again at my demand. My fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans until his hands brushed them aside and he took over. He had them open and was peeling them off me before I could draw in another ragged breath.
I sat up as he tugged them off my feet, my sneakers already lost somewhere even though I didn’t remember where or when.
My shirt was over my head in the next blink, and my bra only took another, then I was suddenly bare before the alpha who had been a stranger less than an hour before.
I couldn’t even find the focus to care what happened to my phone and keys.
My lungs seized as I finally focused on Roderic.
Topless, the ink swirled across his flesh was revealed, almost every inch of his torso and arms covered.
None of it had shown beneath his suit, and while the tiny part of my mind still capable of complex thought felt a spark of uncertainty, the omega side wanted to trace every line.
With my tongue.
But only after I was knotted.
I was mesmerized by the sight of his hands moving to his belt, his deft fingers working the leather without problem. The quiet hiss as he pulled it from his belt loops sent a shiver down my spine, making my nipples pinch with pain from how stiff and tight they’d grown.
Folding it in half, he ran the belt through one palm as he looked down at me, his expression making my core clench as I remembered what he’d said before I’d jumped on him.
I wasn’t naive enough not to realize domestic discipline included spanking even if I’d never experienced it, and that supple leather suddenly held a lot more meaning clenched in his fist.
Perhaps he noticed the way my muscles tightened, because he tossed the belt onto the floor beside the bed.
“We’ll save that for later.”
A shiver rolled through my body at the promise in his voice, slick seeping from my core to wet my bare thighs, but I was distracted from lingering on it by the ticking of his zipper.
The tent in his slacks was significant, and while I’d felt his erection through his pants, my lips still parted as he hooked his thumbs over both them and his underwear and pushed them both to the floor.
His shaft bobbed free, standing tall and thick, the dim light in the room just enough to show the ruddy flush over the broad tip, and the shine of metal passing through it.
Fascinated, I reached for him, tucking my legs beneath myself so I was no longer leaning back on the bed.
As hot as I felt, his flesh was still warmer beneath my fingers, the smooth exterior wrapped around throbbing thickness.
It twitched at my touch, flexing as I took hold of it and slid my hand down to squeeze the base where his knot would grow.
A bead of liquid formed at the tip, seeping around the piercing, and I swiped my thumb through it to spread it around his crown, the musky scent making my mouth water as I studied his cock.
“What do I need to fill first, Sweetheart? Your belly, or your cunt?”
His words pulled me away from my contemplation over how his jewelry would feel.
I’d never faced a more difficult decision.
I needed both, saliva pooling in my mouth even as my core clenched again.
But while I was starving for a taste of him, the cramps had grown more intense, and I needed an end to the pain.
“Fuck me.”
Decision made, I released him and turned to present, pressing my face and shoulders to the mattress while I raised my ass in invitation.
He had a clear view of my sopping center and the slick running down my thighs, and the groan he released had my toes curling.
His obvious appreciation had my omega side preening, a gentle vibration starting in my chest until the next cramp cut it off.
“Well, when you say it like that…”
The bed dipped beneath my right knee, making me lean until long fingers wrapped around my hips to steady me. I was already sucking in short gasps, my body trembling as I waited for the inevitable, and even the firm circles he rubbed on my lower back with his thumbs couldn’t make the muscles relax.
“I’m going to give you exactly what you want, Sweetheart, and you’re going to take my knot like a good girl, aren’t you?”
I whined into the bedding, my womb throbbing as I nodded as much as I could in my position.
Adam had never been a dirty-talker, and I’d always thought talking during sex would be awkward, but Roderic made it anything but.
His voice and the things he said were foreplay just as much as the fingers he traced over my hip and trailed down my spine to tease my opening before passing it to circle my clit.
“So wet and ready for me. You’re just a perfect little omega, aren’t you?”
Jolting, I blinked, his words pulling me up from the haze I’d fallen into. My hips still rocked along with the motion of his fingers, my body driven by desires out of my control, but my mind was caught on the question.
Was I a perfect omega?
No.
I never had been. It was why I was still alone at my age, relying on someone who had never wanted me to get through my heats. My hair was too short, I was too awkward, and I never said or did the right things.
Biting my bottom lip, I shoved the unwelcome thoughts away and pretended like the question had been rhetorical. Clenching my eyes shut, I focused on the sensations coursing through me, letting the need and lust drag me back to that place where I didn’t have to think about my failure of a life.
My legs and core were tensing as his fingers drove me closer to a release, but he pulled away before I could get there.
I was already turning to look over my shoulder before I felt something larger than a finger brush along my folds, the heat of it searing away all concerns other than feeling it inside me.
The smooth, cooler contrast of the metal lodged in him reminded me this definitely wasn’t Adam.
I wriggled as he pushed his shaft between my thighs, rubbing his tip through my folds until he bumped my clit, before pulling back and doing it again.
He moved farther with each thrust, his crown peeking out between my legs and then disappearing, dim light sparking on his piercing, until he tipped my hips as he pulled back and his next thrust lodged his crown in my channel.
Gasping, my hands clenched in the sheets as my whole body stiffened. The low rumble he released as he pulled back a fraction called forth more slick, and his next surge earned him more depth even as my fluttering walls fought him.
It made no sense. I wanted him, wanted what he was doing to me, and yet my body resisted the invasion it so desperately needed.
Spots danced in my vision as I stared, unseeing, across the room. My sounds had changed in pitch from desire, to distress, and I shook with the warring signals coming from my brain.
“Breathe, Sweetheart. Take a deep breath for me.”
Somehow he managed to sound calm through his growl, and as one broad hand rubbed up along my spine, my muscles loosened the tiniest bit.
“I’m going to make you feel so good. I’ll make those terrible cramps go away, and give you as many orgasms as you can stand, if you can just relax and let me in.”
My fingers eased out of their clench on the sheets, my eyelids drooping again.
The tension in my neck melted away as his palm warmed the back of it, his fingers gripping with firm but gentle pressure, as his other hand kept hold of my hip.
He hadn’t stopped pushing into me, but he was moving slow enough that my core had stopped resisting him, only spasming in protest over the stretch as he sank deeper and deeper.
Why did he feel so big? He hadn’t looked much larger than Adam, but my channel swore it had never been forced so wide.
“That’s a good girl. Listen to my voice and let your instincts guide you. Let me take away the pain.”
The shaking eased to a tremble, my moans growing breathier as he made slow, shallow thrusts. He was still working his way into me, but it wasn’t the demanding invasion it had been before, and eventually my body was wooed into sagging in his grip as my muscles relaxed.