16. Rhys
I have never been so confused, turned on, and concerned all at once.
Lainey showing up at my shop was a wonderful surprise, but then I heard her precious little growl and despite my dick not getting the memo, I was concerned.
Omegas rarely, if ever, growl. Only when them, their mates, or children are being threatened, or…
if they’re feeling jealous or territorial.
A lightbulb flicks on above my head, and now I feel like an idiot for not thinking about this sooner.
I never explicitly told Lainey what I did for work, but now that she knows, I can’t imagine her omega enjoys the thought of me touching people all day long.
Fuck. I would still like to hear her side of things just to make sure I’m on the right track, so I sit her down on my bench and take a seat on the little rolling stool so we’re face to face.
“Now, you wanna tell me what all that,” I point in the general direction of the door downstairs, “was about?”
Lainey chews on her thumbnail anxiously, her scent souring so much it makes my jaw clench.
“Not really.” Her voice is small and sad and it makes my chest clench.
She almost seems afraid to tell me what she was feeling, which guts me.
I never want her to be afraid of me for any reason, especially not because of something like this.
“Darlin’.” I soften my voice as much as possible and cup her face, bringing her eyes to mine again.
“Whatever it is, it’s okay. I know we still don’t know each other all that well, but it’s important to me that you know you can tell me anythin’.
In fact, tell me everything. Every single thought that crosses that pretty little mind can bypass your filter and come right out when you’re with me.
And if it’s too much to say out loud, whisper it in my ear.
Text me. Write a note. Hell, send a fuckin’ carrier pigeon.
I don’t care how you do it, but tell me.
You can’t say, feel, or do a single thing that’ll send me running. ”
Her pretty eyes fill with tears and before I can brace myself, she throws her body into my chest, nearly knocking me off the stool and rolling us back a few feet.
I grunt when her elbow hits my abs, but instead of saying anything I let my girl curl herself into a ball on my lap, wrap my arms around her, and just hold on.
Her warm breath hits my chest through the fabric of my muscle tee, and it’s enough to have my cock thickening in my pants and my scent leaking through the blockers I put on this morning.
My omega is seeking comfort from her alpha and here I am acting like a horny teen.
It makes me feel like a total knot head.
But Lainey doesn’t recoil from my arousal like I expect her to. Instead she starts to squirm in my lap, her scent ballooning around us and turning the room into a pie shop.
Fuck she smells good.
The more she squirms, the more off-balance I feel on this ridiculous little stool, so I pick her up and move us both to the bench I use for clients, settling her between my legs with her back against my chest. It takes a conscious effort, but within a few seconds I’m able to kickstart my purr.
She melts into my chest, her scent sweetening into something syrupy and so thick I feel like I could take a bite out of the air and all I would taste is Lainey fucking Ryan. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I shake my head, pressing kisses against her crown. “What for?”
She releases a shuddered sigh. “I don’t know what happened. One minute I was excited to see you and surprised your shop was so close to mine, and then I started thinking about what your job actually entails, and…” she trails off.
I stroke the silky strands of her hair. “And you got territorial?” I hazard a guess, wanting to know if my initial instinct was correct.
She barely nods, turning her face to peek up at me.
Her cheeks are pink, and there’s something that looks a hell of a lot like shame lurking in her eyes.
“It didn’t feel like me . I don’t get jealous.
I never have. But I’ve also never had a bonded alpha and scent matches…
or been pregnant. It was like this tidal wave of possession I couldn’t control and then I was growling and, yeah. ”
“Thank you for telling me,” I whisper. “What a sweet, perfect girl you are. Trusting your alpha with your feelings.” Lainey sniffles, but I keep going, needing to erase all of those negative things she’s likely thinking about her reaction.
“Darlin’, your feelings and reaction were all perfectly normal.
I knew my job would likely have to change a bit once I met my scent match, and maybe I didn’t expect to so soon, but I am so incredibly happy we found you.
The fact that your omega, that you are feeling possessive over me is both reassuring and hot as fuck. ”
That startles a laugh out of her. “It’s hot that I wanted to scratch the eyes out of every person you touch that isn’t me?”
I nod, more serious than ever. “My alpha is doin’ a fuckin’ jig in my chest knowing your omega sees us as hers.” She looks at me questioningly, and I shrug. “You’re pregnant with Lucky’s baby, bonded to Lawson, and it’s clear you’re sweet on Wyatt. It feels good to see there’s room for me, too.”
“Oh, Rhys.” She sighs softly, turning herself in my lap to straddle my thighs.
Her legging-covered pussy rests directly over my still painfully hard dick, but I try to focus on the way her hands cup my cheeks and the fierce look in her eyes.
“I know I was hesitant at first, and maybe I’m still scared.
But there was never any doubt in my mind that all four of you are perfect for me.
My attraction to you isn’t dependent on your pack mates.
I was attracted to you from the very first moment I saw you in the hospital, before I ever caught your scent. ”
I raise my eyebrows and she giggles. “Okay so maybe I was intimidated for like, a second. But then it was all thoughts about your sexy, bad-boy, emo rockstar thing you have going on.”
That makes me laugh. A true, full laugh. “Sexy bad boy emo rockstar, huh?”
She nods, mock seriousness lacing her features. “The worst kind of bad boy. That’s the kind that sings sad love songs but then breaks hearts and leaves ruined panties everywhere they go.”
“Well then I have great news. I sound worse than a dying barn cat when I sing, I have never broken any hearts that I know of, and I don’t talk to enough people to ruin any panties.”
“Well now I know you’re lying because you didn’t say a single word to me and I was already wet. And that was in a damned hospital bed.”
I bite my lip, sucking in silent but desperate breaths of her scent as I trail my fingers across her inner thigh. “So if I were to reach my hand inside of these sinfully tight leggings you have on?”
Her tongue snakes across her bottom lip. “You’ll find out exactly how wet you make me.”
I groan, rocking my head back against the bench’s headrest. “You’re killing me here, Darlin’. I’m trying my best to be a gentleman, but my instincts are screaming at me to make you feel good and reassure you.”
Her hands splay across my chest, drawing my attention to her fingernails.
They’re shaped like almonds and tipped in different neon colors with little white clouds painted across each one.
I appreciate the artistic talent it takes to create designs on a manicure, and I wonder vaguely if Lainey would let me try my hand at it sometime.
“My jealousy was an unfounded overreaction. You don’t have to worry about reassuring me when you haven’t done anything wrong. ”
My head tilts. “What if I want to ?”
That pretty blush creeps further down her cheeks, spreading to her neck and what little I can see of her chest behind the thick sweatshirt she has on. “I guess if you really want to…”
That’s all the permission I need. Flipping her back around, I bring her back flush to my chest and part her legs so one rests on either side of mine, spreading her wide in the chair.
This brings a fresh wave of her scent to my nose, making my cock jerk.
I know she feels it against her back, because she whimpers quietly.
Her leggings are black, depriving me of the view of her slick soaking through them.
I vow to buy her some lighter pairs so I can see exactly what I do to her any time I want. “Are you aching, darlin’?”
“Since the minute I saw you through the front window,” she confesses.
A growl rips out of my throat, and Lainey bares her neck to me. I grunt, unable to resist biting down on the thin skin just below where her neck meets her jaw. I can’t wait to bond her, and I think this spot is exactly where I’ll do it.
My hand slips into her leggings and I don’t waste any time bringing my fingers to her soaked center.
She’s dripping slick and my mouth waters wondering what she tastes like.
Then I realize I don’t have to wonder. I slide two fingers through her core, scooping up as much slick as I can before bringing those fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean.
An obscene moan escapes my lips when her tart but sweet flavor hits my tongue and I am struck by the sudden, feral need to taste it directly from the source.
I slip out from behind Lainey with the sound of her protests following me, at least until I drop to my knees at the end of the bench and grip her ankles, dragging her down until her ass hits the end.
Her leggings slide off with ease, taking her barely-there panties with them.
“Rhys!” She squeals, trying to shut her legs.
I hold them open, ignore her embarrassment because I am too distracted when my eyes catch a glimpse of neon yellow.
Only my mind goes blank because in front of me is the most perfect pussy I have ever seen.
Pink, glistening, and practically begging to be worshipped.
“God damn, Lainey.” My mouth waters, but I have a burning desire to see if she’s receptive to my brand of kink. “Hands on the bench above your head. I want you to keep them there, can you do that for me?”
Her brown eyes are wide, but she nods. I smirk, fascinated by this sweet, quiet side of our omega. “Have you heard of a pleasure Dom, darlin’?”
She shakes her head this time, and I nod.
“It’s different for every couple and every encounter, but for me in this moment, it means I want to eat this pretty pussy,” I swipe my fingers through her slick to accentuate my words, “until you come. But then I want to keep going until I’m ready to stop.
Until you’re shaking and crying and have had so many orgasms your body physically cannot give me another one.
” I place a lingering kiss on each of her thighs.
“Can I do that, Lainey? Will you let me devour you until I’ve had my fill? ”
Her lips part, and I wait. I need verbal confirmation from her before I take this any further. Her whispered “yes” is music to my ears, and I do exactly what I promised her I would.
I devour her .