16. Bailey-Rose #3
My brain was in a cloud of euphoric feelings that I didn’t even notice how strong my scent was. It permeated the room to the point now that I noticed I could taste it on my tongue.
“I feel hot, so hot, and I want to be touched. No, I crave being touched by you. Please don’t stop,” I answered, rambling, not really sure if I was answering any of his questions.
Righting me so I was facing him once more, he grinned as he nuzzled his nose against mine. “Shh, Bailey-Rose, let your Alpha take care of you. Let me give you everything you need and deserve.”
He caught my lips in a hungry kiss, but it felt like he was still holding himself back. Then in an abrupt move, he gripped my hips, lifted, spun me to face the other direction, and set me back down. With a hand on my chest, he urged me to lean back against him.
“That’s it, my precious girl. Forget everything but what’s happening right here between us.
Nothing else in the world matters but you and me right here,” he said as his other hand glided down my stomach and slipped under the band of my underwear.
“I’m going to do my best to give you everything you need and not set off any alarms.”
My brain didn’t give a flying fuck about what he was saying with his fingers so close to where I was desperate to have him touch. It got to the point I rolled my hips to see if I could get closer, which earned me a chuckle from my Alpha.
“That’s not letting me take the lead now, is it? Be a good girl, and you’ll be rewarded…” Warrick paused to nip at the shell of my ear, “… I promise.”
Already melting at his words, he started to purr as he nuzzled against my neck that I willingly exposed to him.
Again, here I was practically begging him to mark me, but Warrick was nothing but a gentleman who kissed and nipped my offered column of skin, acknowledging the gesture.
Then any rejection I might have felt was thrown out the window as he let his fingers slide over my pussy.
I could feel how slick I was for him and how my body molded to his touch, opening to him like a flower in the sunlight.
“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are for me,” Warrick praised. “So eager to please me, are you, precious girl? I did promise that good girls get rewarded, and I’m nothing but a man of my word.”
In a fluid motion, he sank one finger into me, and I nearly blacked out with the intense pleasure that flooded my body.
He’d gotten me so turned on with simple touches and dirty words that for him to make me come was going to be child’s play.
He languidly stroked that finger in and out of me, using the heel of his palm to apply pressure to my clit.
Proving he was a man above other men, he located that certain spot every woman has at her core, guaranteed to bring on the fireworks.
Unable to stay as relaxed as I was at the start, my nails dug into his arms as the orgasm began to build.
Closing my eyes, I tried to slow my breathing, but it was in vain as Warrick added a second finger and picked up a little more speed.
Cries of pleasure poured out of me as the pressure from the impending climax built.
Finally, when the dam broke, I let the feeling sweep me away, allowing my body to do as it pleased, unable to fight the natural response.
Warrick slowed his movements but didn’t stop nudging that happy button, causing my muscles to spasm in delight.
Then they stilled, but he didn’t remove them.
Instead, it was almost like he simply enjoyed having them there to mark his territory.
“You, Bailey-Rose, are everything I ever hoped for and so much more,” Warrick murmured, removing his fingers. “There is nothing I would change about you because, to me, you are flawless.”
As if to add to that statement, he proceeded to place those two fingers in his mouth and suck them clean.
He hummed like tasting me was as delicious as dessert, which I couldn’t fathom, but it was fucking hot.
Boneless and sated, I snuggled with Warrick on the couch in his office.
After a bit, he helped to put my outfit back together and wrapped me tightly in his arms.
“Promise me if Randall ever tries to corner you again that you call one of us right away. I don’t like the way he looked at you.
It was almost as if he believed he was entitled to have you,” Warrick said in a serious tone.
“I think we need to give you a panic button or see if we can add a different setting to your monitor to page us if there’s a problem. ”
“As much as I don’t want to agree, I think it would make me feel safer too,” I admitted. “Would you be upset if we did dinner another time? I think I’d like to go home and be with everyone else for the evening.”
Warrick tucked some hair behind my ear and smiled. “We have the rest of our lives to go on dates, so I don’t mind one bit. Plus, I feel like this is something we might want to share with the others sooner rather than later, just so they know to be aware.”