Chapter 21 – Callum
Chapter Twenty-One
Callum
Getting myself together, I grab the bottom of her dress and pull it off over her head. It lands on the floor near her leggings, and I study her tight tan nipples.
Damn.
She has fantastic tits.
It takes everything in me to focus enough to get myself out of my coat and to yank my long-sleeve T-shirt off.
“Let’s get you up.” I tug her out of the chair, and she wobbles, but I keep hold of her hips. Taking her place in the now-vacated seat, I barely have time to get situated before she bends in half, desperately trying to get my dick into her mouth.
Moving quickly, I snatch a handful of hair at the base of her skull. “That’s not going to help. You need to sink down on my cock and soak up some of my cum.”
“You have piercings?”
“Mm-hmm, and they’re going to light you up from the inside out.” I smirk, tugging her hair as I stretch back in the chair. “Climb on. We’ll make it fit.”
“Me with you in the chair or your giant dick in my vagina?” she mumbles, scrambling onto my lap. Her knees end up on my thighs, and I have to scrunch up to give her room to fit.
“Both.” I chuckle, but the mirth quickly fades as her hand wraps around my shaft.
She scalds my skin to the point I hiss.
Fuck me.
If I had a fever to that degree, I’d be dead.
There’s no way she’s not in agony.
“Come on, Lace. You know what to do.”
“Will these hurt when we’re locked together?” She runs her fingers down the bottom side of my cock, teasing the rungs on my ladder.
“I’ve never been locked inside anyone, and they’re relatively new.
You’re the first to test them out, but I’m going to guess you’ll enjoy them.
Let’s find out,” I murmur, using my hand in her hair to pull her face close to mine.
Pecking a kiss on her lips, I tilt her face until I can scrape my teeth down her throat.
Lacey gushes, her slick dripping down my length. She swirls my crown through her lower lips, and I notch at her opening. She sinks down with no warning, making me freeze. “Oh, shit. That’s a lot. Damn, Cal.”
She’s warm and wet and so fucking snug…
“I’ve never been inside someone bare.” I’m almost afraid to move with how hard my instincts are riding me. They scream to snap my head forward and bury my teeth in her soft flesh. My foggy head agrees that sounds like the perfect plan.
“Mmm,” she moans. “It feels so good, though.”
Shit.
If I was more coherent, I’d stop and at least ask her about birth control, but my brain likes the thought of breeding her a little too much. Kids aren’t in the cards for me, and that’s how I know I’m jacked up and out of my mind.
I’m barely hanging on by a thread by the time she starts bouncing on her knees. She gets a little deeper on each swivel of her hips, but she’s got a lot of inches left to take if she wants to end up locked together.
“Come on, baby. Let’s see if we can get you a little closer to my knot.” Moving my free hand to her hip, I dig my fingers into her ass, helping lift and drop her.
She moans my name, and I’m way too foggy to be in this position with no one to keep me from making bad choices.
Everything in me wants to gently correct her, but I haven’t even had the chance to broach the subject.
Asking her to call me Daddy while she’s riding my cock is probably not the best time to introduce that idea.
Fuck, man.
Even the thought of hearing that name slip from her lips makes my dick jolt.
I redirect her mouth to mine, and once she’s focused on kissing me back, I work a hand between us to tease her clit.
There are five rungs on my ladder, and she’s barely brushing three and four when she falls over my length.
If I could fuck into her, it would be a hell of a lot easier to get my knot inside her, but I might have to settle for getting her off a few times and letting her soak up a decent amount of my cum.
That should help a little… I think. I don’t fucking know. I’m running on minimal knowledge.
Lacey is a dangerous little thing. She nips at my lower lip, and it damn near kills me not to be able to bite her back. An omega should only pull that card if they want to get bitten because it taunts our instincts.
A dangerous growl rattles out of my chest as my head gets even hazier.
Mount. Rut. Breed. Claim.
Shit.
Am I going feral?
I’ve hit the caveman loop where all I can focus on is how to trap her so she can never escape. That’s a bad damn sign.
Lacey switches from bouncing to swiveling her hips in a circle, and I drag her bottom lip through my teeth before forcing myself to pull back. If I’m not careful, I’ll claim her without asking, and that shit isn’t worth the risk.
I haven’t let myself even focus on my own pleasure. If I concentrate on the way she strangles my cock and the warm brush of her skin against mine, I’m fucking done for.
“Callum,” she whines.
“What do you need? Huh?” I bump my cheek against hers and pinch her clit. “Do you need permission to come all over my cock?”
Her nails rake down my shoulder, and she sobs something unintelligible.
“Fuck yes, mark me up,” I groan, trying to ignore the pleasure building at the base of my spine. “Come on, dirty girl. Come for Daddy.”
Her cunt locks down violently without any additional warning. She gushes around my length and freezes. My hand on her hip helps her grind over me, but it doesn’t do much, so I plant my feet on the floor and rut up into her as much as I can.
Should have thought of that five minutes ago.
Oh well, better late than never.
Lacey’s orgasm goes on for so long that it’s almost impressive. I’m just considering what standing positions might be possible when she drags her lips over my cheek and pushes her mouth to mine. She cradles my jaw, kissing the hell out of me, and I lose the battle to hold on.
I move both hands to her hip and ass, holding her steady so I can plow up into her as my shaft swells. She bites the fuck out of my lower lip, and I snarl, bumping the bottom of her pussy with how rabid my thrusts get.
Her pheromones are so thick they have to qualify as a perfume, and it seems to knock out the last rational bit of my consciousness.
Before I even have the chance to fully come back to myself following my orgasm, I stand. It’s complicated to walk to the wall with my pants around my ankles and her clothing strewn around the floor, but I slam her back against the wall. Her hair falls around her shoulders as I study her face.
She’s so goddamn pretty, and I want to keep her forever. My head might be a foggy mess, but I wanted her before this little wave of heat, and I’ll want her after it too.
My mouth falls to hers, and with the wall as leverage, I can easily buck up into her at the same time I pull her down my length.
The moans and sobs she releases around our kiss make me thankful I cleared out the store. No one else gets to hear her like this.
She’s fucking mine.
Her pussy quivers around my length, and she’s extra slick from all my cum that I pumped into her a few minutes ago. It does some crazy shit to my head to think about watching it drip out once I’m done.
I buck a little too violently, and my knot pushes inside her opening.
Lacey wails against my lips, her nails digging into the back of my neck so deep I’m sure she’s drawing blood.
It makes me ache to put her on her feet so I can hunt her down.
Who the fuck knows where the thought comes from, but my instincts are fully in control.
It doesn’t even make any sense, since she wouldn’t be able to get away while we’re trapped together, but I would kill to try a chase scene once we’re both more coherent.
She stopped kissing me when my knot locked inside her. I bump her face to the side using my cheek.
“Holy fuck, Lace.” I groan, dragging my knot along her inner walls as I pull my hips back as much as possible when we’re locked together.
“Rut,” she sobs, slapping my shoulder. “Bite me!”
A wicked growl rattles out of my chest, and I settle for scraping my teeth down her throat. Her feet bounce against my ass, and she continues to sob a variety of begging demands. A few of them don’t even make sense, but my hazy mind can’t make heads or tails of what’s real at this point.
Every small movement creates so much bliss that it feels like I’m high on some combination of upper and downers—hyper energy and blissful euphoria. Huh. I wonder if this is why they say omegas are so addictive. It would make sense.
Her cunt locks down on my knot as she begs me to rut, and I do my best to make her soar.
My spine tingles, and my balls tighten. The way her pussy wrings my cock… All of it. I lose my shit, biting her throat just below her ear on the opposite side from Grim’s bite.
“Callum,” she sobs.
I’m lucky my shaky thighs don’t give out, but the wall keeps both of us upright as I spill inside her once more. I’m so overwhelmed that it takes way too long to realize that she accepted the bond.
Her euphoria smacks me right in the chest, and I swallow her blood that spilled out around my canines when I plunged them in. I lick around my teeth, and Lacey whimpers, clutching my shoulder.
“That’s crazy,” she whispers as her body trembles against mine.
She’s not wrong.
The connection is unreal. Unlike anything I could fathom. Retracting my teeth, I clean and seal the bite with a swipe of my tongue.
I can still taste her blood, which soothes that weirdly primal part of me that’s distinctly alpha. Pulling free of her neck, I study her face.
Her big hazel eyes sparkle, but they’re clearer than they were earlier. She smiles. “That hurt less than when Grim bit me, and I can happily report, the piercings are amazing.”
My heart skips a damn beat.
“Aww, fuck.” I shove my mouth to hers. She already owns me, and she doesn’t even realize it.