16. Bailey-Rose #2
One of Warrick’s hands slid into my hair at the base of my neck then fisted.
With a gentle tug, he drew my head back until I was looking up at the ceiling, my neck exposed to him.
I could feel his lips as they brushed over my skin and his hot breath which had me shivering with need.
The sensation of rough fingers caressed my bare leg until they slipped under my shorts and stopped at the crease where my leg met my body.
A moan floated out of my mouth as he skimmed the edge of my underwear line, teasing that sensitive skin, yet so far from where I wanted him.
“If he can’t see what’s right in front of his face, then he’s the one who will never be enough,” Warrick said, his lips dancing along my skin as he spoke.
“So what if we have to make sure we don’t overdo it?
Personally, I think that gives me the perfect excuse to take my time and enjoy.
Every. Single. Inch of your body,” Warrick added, making sure to punctuate that last part with teasing kisses as he brought me closer to him.
“Tell me, Bailey-Rose, did that man worship you the way you deserve to be worshiped? I’m betting that man is a selfish asshole who only cared about what he got out of sex. ”
Using his nails ever so slightly, he dragged them along my thigh as he removed his hand, making me gasp.
Warrick then slipped his fingers under my shirt, letting his thumb sweep over my nipple as his large hand wrapped around my ribs.
I felt so small compared to him, yet I don’t think I’ve ever felt safer.
When his hand in my hair finally released its hold, I dove in for a kiss, nipping at his lips to give me what I desperately needed.
Warrick didn’t hold back as he feasted on my mouth.
It was intense, heady, and everything I never knew I wanted.
There was a click, and one strap of my overalls slipped off my shoulder, soon followed by the other.
With no hesitation, Warrick shoved up my shirt, exposing my cream-colored silk bra.
When he hooked a finger over the edge of the cup and pulled it down, he broke our kiss, dipping his head to catch my nipple in his mouth.
Tossing my head back, I arched, giving him the access he wanted, trusting his one hand splayed in the middle of my back would support me.
When he switched to the other side, I cried out, rocking against him, needing to feel more.
Just like with Ulysses, my skin burned with desire I’d never experienced with any partner.
It was like they had the magic touch to coax what they wanted out of me, and I wanted nothing more than to please them.
“So beautiful,” Warrick whispered as he kissed along my breastbone, where I had a scar from past surgeries.
“I could listen to your little moans and gasps all night long. God, just imagining you sprawled out in my bed as I found every spot that made you cry out would be heaven. You have no idea how perfect you are, do you, my sweet Bailey-Rose?”
His teeth bit down on the meat of my breast, and I wanted nothing more than for him to mark me.
The bond that can be created between an Alpha and an Omega was so intimate, unique science couldn’t explain it.
For years, they’ve tried to understand why there was a primal drive for Alphas to mark their Omegas, for us to carry their scent along with their mark, proving we belonged to them and no one else.
Once that bond is made, it can never be broken—those two are bonded for life.
Some Omegas experience being able to feel their Alphas on a more emotional level.
While Alphas have been known to locate their Omega no matter where they are, it’s like they have an internal tracking that’s always fixated on their bonded partner.
Each experience is different, special, and seems to be what the individual needs.
Betas can also experience the bond through an Alpha’s mark, but the Betas can’t initiate the bond.
It’s only through the Alpha’s bite that the experience is created.
In our world, the bonding mark is like being married for eternity.
You are now one with that person or pack, allowing you access to everything the Omega’s Alphas have to offer.
As always with Betas, there’s an extra step, and the Alpha needs to make a declaration in writing that the Beta is bonded to them in all ways.
This is why it’s so important never to take being marked lightly and is seen as the ultimate commitment to each other.
So why was I on the verge of begging Warrick to mark me after only a few days?
It was too fast. No matter how badly I wanted to believe otherwise, we didn’t know each other.
As if he could tell I was distracted, he pinched my nipple, making me shout and grind against him.
“Don’t get lost on me now,” Warrick cautioned, letting his finger swirl around my nipple.
“I’m not often a man who gets possessive or jealous, but right now, I don’t want to share your attention with anything else. ”
Holy shit, why was that so hot? No one ever talked to me the way these men seemed to so naturally.
I was hardly ever seen as the sultry, sensual goddess they viewed me as.
Most people tended to pat me on the head like I was a puppy, happy to stick by their side as they walked through life.
There was no doubt in my mind that Warrick saw me as a woman.
“What do you think? Have I teased you enough to chase away the lies that bastard dared to utter in front of me?” Warrick asked as he tugged down the front of my overalls.
“Fucking hell, Care Bear. Do you even realize how strongly you’re perfuming for me?
Could it be that your body realizes how needy you are even if you don’t? ”