Chapter 32 #2
The tip of his finger finally finds my clit and—even through my underwear—it’s like a live-wire. My body tenses with anticipation as I clutch the tablecloth as discreetly as I can and let the foreign sensation fall over me.
I never thought I’d be the type of person to enjoy this kind of exhibition but it’s making me sweat. I feel like if I don’t come, I might die.
“Alpha,” I whisper to him. “I need you.”
It’s like a string that snaps.
His hand moves away, which leaves me empty and wanting, but then he pulls me up like I weigh nothing and dumps a handful of bills on the table.
Everett’s hand holds mine firmly as we pass by the hostess table.
When our waiter tries to stop us, my alpha mumbles out, “I tipped you more than you earned,” just as we push through the double doors on a mission.
I’ve awoken something in him, the beast just below the surface as we walk hand in hand to his car at the corner of the lot.
His silence radiates with an animal-like quality, his primal side present as we get into his truck. I go to buckle up but he stops me. His eyes flash, his alpha making his arrival known as he snarls under his breath as he pulls the cup-holder up, creating a bench seat.
He slides over and pulls me on top of him. I cry out when I feel his hardness slide against me instantly, loving the way my body morphs to his in this tiny space.
“Everett,” I moan, my fingers sliding into his hair.
I grip without thinking of the pain, but his mewl of pleasure tells me what he cannot.
A wicked smile finds my lips as I look into the feral eyes of my most considerate alpha.
He looks at me like he’s hungry, like that twelve ounce steak did nothing to abate his appetite. I think he might be in rut.
“Is my alpha feeling desperate?” I coo at him, teasing him a little bit with the way my core just barely grazes his cock. Even in his most primal state, he doesn’t push. He just grips my hips and clenches his jaw, in dire need of me in a way that leaves me breathless.
I swipe my hips a few more times, causing the pulsations in my clit to become unbearable. When I sit on him completely, a frustrated sigh escapes.
“Alpha,” I hum against his lips. “Take me. Make me come.”
His mouth meets mine feverously and my ass is exposed in a seconds as he tugs up my dress.
His palms cover me, squeezing generously before giving an unexpected clap that makes me groan louder than I should.
He nips my bottom lip and fucking rips my thong in half in one heated movement, flinging them to the backseat as I do my part and undo him from his dress pants.
It’s been months since I’ve seen his cock, but it’s still just as glorious. It’s long and veiny, slightly curved in the most unique and individual way. It makes my mouth water, the way his drizzling scent rains over us in the closed-in space, like a cozy picnic in an alcove during a thunderstorm.
I don’t have long to process because he’s at my entrance before I can blink and I’m sinking down at the same time he’s thrusting up, and the hurried sensation from both of us causes a harmony of sounds to erupt.
I wrap my arms around his neck, giving myself some leverage, while his arms go around my back.
My body is steady as he starts to thrust from underneath me, his hips moving in the perfect way so I can feel each and every drag of his cock against me.
“Omega,” he growls against me, holding me like I’m something precious to him. Like I belong to him. The thought makes me clench. My clit hits his abs with every movement but it’s not enough.
I unravel myself and push his hand down.
“Touch me,” I instruct him and he does immediately, his fingers working magic as they circle my clit.
I move my hips more, chasing the high that started while we were in the restaurant at our corner table.
It’s like an inferno ready to explode inside of me, and the finishing touch is my alpha placing his mouth on my neck.
The bite doesn’t break the skin, but it calls to my omega and brings her to the surface.
I cry out, every sensation from the nip going right to my core as the sensation flows into something gushing.
Everett’s knot slides into place and it’s the most innate thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
The frenzy carries me away as he grunts his release underneath me.
“Omega, oh my god,” he moans, some of his human self coming back. He grinds against me involuntarily, making more sparks flick across my skin. “That feels so fucking good.”
I just decided that being knotted is one of my favorite things ever.
When we wring as much pleasure from each other as we can, I relax in his lap and lay my head on his chest.
“Fuck,” Everett mutters. He cradles my face so our eyes meet and I notice the usual chestnut hue of his coming back to his gaze. “ Shit . Rory, I’m so sorry.”
If I wasn’t still coming down from the best orgasm of my life, I’d be a bit better at reassuring him that I’m okay, but instead I huff out a laugh. “Ev, that was incredible.” I inhale more air, still catching my breath. “I never thought I’d have an experience like that.”
“I was in rut ,” Everett says like I didn’t already know.
My hand goes to his face, his skin sweaty under my palm as I try to convey the admiration I feel as best as I can. “You were. I loved it. You were the perfect gentleman even in rut and…” I swallow, unsure if I should say it but push it out anyway. “That’s exactly the kind of person that I want.”
His cock pulses inside of me at the statement and it makes little sparks of something ease up my spine. Ever the intuitive, Everett catches the movement, which causes his stressful expression to bleed into one much more blissful.
“Since you weren’t necessarily in control of yourself,” my finger dances across his chest, “maybe we should try to recapture the moment.”
His hips grind up, causing his knot to hit every sensitive nerve ending that it can. He brings my face to his and rubs his cheeks to mine, covering me even more with his scent than I was before. “I was thinking the exact same thing, Omega.”
The next time I come, it’s with his name on my lips and a new feeling forming deep inside me.
It’s too early to have a name, but it blossoms there still, taking up residence in my chest. It feels whole, a crevice finally filled in.
I acknowledge it for the tiniest second before I can shove it away, feeling grateful more than anything else.
I’m flying high by the time I get home.
It is a little weird to go into my empty room. It once used to feel so cozy, but now it just feels lonely. There’s only a tiny hint of my alphas’ scents on the bed from the last time they were here, and my omega makes it apparent that it’s not enough.
Still, my date with Everett made me feel powerful.
His dominance touches a part of me that I never knew it would.
I’ve always ran scared from alphas and their influence, but Everett doesn’t frighten me.
He makes me feel revered , cherished. Like even though he’s maneuvering me, I have all the control in the palm of my hand.
If I just say the word, he will stop. He will never push me past my limits.
Being seen by him, loved by him, is everything my omega and I have needed for a long time.
As soon as I reach down to pick off my shoes, my phone rings. Because of the endorphin high, I answer without checking the caller ID, thinking it’s one of my friends or alphas .
“Veronica, sweetie. It’s about time you picked up that ancient phone of yours.”
I freeze in my spot as all the air gets taken from my lungs.
My body tenses, like my mother can see me through the phone and into my bedroom. She’s been calling me repeatedly, and that fact alone pisses me the fuck off. Normally she calls for three or four days, but it’s been almost two months now of constant calls, and I’m sick of it.
She is the reason why I almost didn’t give my fated mates the time of day. I pushed them away, time and time again, because I couldn’t look past the abuse she forced upon me growing up. It isn’t my shame that I should be holding onto, it’s hers. And I want to give it right back to her.
“I want you to stop calling me.” I harden my words as much as I can with the courage I feel leftover from my date today.
“I don’t want to speak to you. I don’t want you in my life, and I haven’t for years .
I’m happy without you and I will no longer let your control issues cause more headaches in my life.
I refuse to let what you’ve done destroy what I can do now.
Fucking refuse . I’m going to block your number and we’re never going to see or hear from each other again. ”
I take a deep breath when I stop speaking. She tsks, and just before she says another word, I grit out, “Fuck. You.”
There’s nothing stopping me from ending the call. No hesitation, and no fear. I am done with her and everything she was supposed to be to me at some point in my life.
I had a good parent, but he’s no longer here.
With her number blocked, I feel a bout of relief. During this tiny exchange, I took some of my power back, and that makes me feel rejuvenated in a way I can’t describe.
This feeling won’t last forever though. The fear from her abuse, from her barks, from everything she put me through is still simmering under the surface, and I realize if I don’t deal with that, it could affect my relationship.
It already has affected it in the past, but I can’t let it prevent a future between us. My pack deserves more than that.
With that decision in mind, I pull my phone back to my ear.
“Hey, Cranny. What’s up?”
I smile at my best friend’s nickname for me. “Hey, I have a weird question.”
“Okay, shoot,” Stacia answers.
“When do you go to therapy again?”
“Tomorrow,” she says, suspicion layering her voice. “Why? What’s up?”
“Is there any way you could see if she knows of any good support groups? For victims of alpha abuse?”
Because if I’m going to let these guys in, I need to figure out how to get the memories of my mother all the way out .