Chapter 25 – Lacey
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lacey
Wilder’s tongue flicks over Grim’s bite, and pure bliss ricochets through the bond. My nipples have always been super sensitive, like to the point I could have an orgasm if someone teased them for long enough. I never would have guessed that a claiming bite could be even more sensitive.
My body shivers, and I focus on the feeling of Wilder stretching my core to what feels like its limit. That’s silly, though. Omegas are built to take knots and alpha cock.
Wilder teases his tongue down my throat, over my chest, and latches on to my right nipple. He scrapes his teeth over it, and it feels incredible.
Everything is hazy, and a wave of pure agony rips through my lower abdomen.
I moan, curling toward him.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, popping off my tit.
My head shakes.
Forming words is too hard.
My body knows what I need…
I bounce even harder on his shaft, forcing as much of him inside me as I can. It’s mildly painful, between the chair pinching my thighs and his tip battering my cervix, but I’m determined. I tease my clit, and Wilder brings my face close to his.
“You’re burning my cock, Lacey. I want to give you whatever you need, but I’m worried this might be serious.” The look on his face betrays his concern, and a wave of guilt crashes through my system.
“All good. Make me come.” I nod, impressed I formed coherent words.
“I’ll do my best.” He guides my mouth to his and relocates his hands to my ass. He helps lift and drop me over his swollen length, and slick sounds fill the air. I’ll be embarrassed about that later. For the moment, I can only focus on one thing—getting his knot inside me.
Wilder kisses me like he wants to consume me whole, and it only ratchets my need to come even higher.
My nipples tighten in the cool air, and sweat beads on my skin.
If this was a nest, I would do away with the blanket, but my instincts are already on alert.
The room feels too big and open, but luckily, I have something to distract me.
I pull away from our kiss to breathe, resting my cheek against Wilder’s. “More, please!”
His facial hair pokes against my skin, but if he gives me beard burn, I’ll wear it with pride.
“Fucking hell. I’m not going to last if you keep strangling my cock like that.
” Wilder lets out the sexiest little moan, and a shiver slides down my spine.
“I haven’t been with anyone since we met.
Three fucking years I waited for you.” He pulls my ass cheeks apart, and his pinkies cup my lower lips as he brings them back together.
It’s hard to describe, but it totally changes the angle and feel as he does it over and over again.
“Being inside you is surreal. Dammit, I wanted to take my time. To spoil you fucking rotten.”
“You still can,” I choke out as my pleasure builds. It becomes almost painful to tease my clit with how overstimulated my body has become, but I know there’s a life-changing orgasm right there.
“We’re both lucky that you can’t hear the crazy shit running through my mind. My instincts are screaming at me to breed you. Own you. Never let you escape.” Wilder continues to help lift and drop me over him, and it’s a good thing with how uncoordinated my movements become.
“The fantasy is hot, but I don’t ever want kids,” I mumble.
“Yeah, I don’t either. It doesn’t make any sense, but my instincts are out of control.
Seeing my bare cock glistening with your slick…
I’m about to turn into a fucking caveman.
” He lifts me until only his thick crown stays inside me and drops me hard at the same time he bucks up into me.
His knot slips inside my opening, and the extra pressure is all it takes to send me soaring. “Goddamn.”
“I need…” I’m not sure when I moved my hands to his shoulders, but my face falls to the crook of his neck. “More… Rut!”
“There’s just no way I can hold on.” His knot swells even larger, fully locking him just inside my opening.
“Shit, beautiful. I hope you’re ready because you’re about to get it.
Every drop of my hot cum splattered all up in your pretty pink pussy.
” He ruts into me as much as he can with his knot trapped inside me, and I wail.
“Dirty little omega. No chance of pulling out when you’ve got me locked as deep as I can get. ”
My pussy spasms, and my body follows suit, zipping with electric shocks as my orgasm ravages my system.
“You’re such a good girl. You’re going to soak up every drop.” Wilder growls, his shaft swelling inside me almost painfully. “Just like that. Fuck, Lacey.” Every jolt of his cock increases my pleasure until I’m a begging, sobbing mess, and he still doesn’t sink his teeth into me.
I do my best to grind over him, working my hips in a circle, since that’s what my body seems to like best.
He groans, digging his fingers into my ass almost painfully. “Fuck me. I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to get anything done. I want to live in your cunt from here on out.”
My foggy mind thinks that’s the best plan I’ve ever heard, and I grin against his throat, flicking my tongue out to taste his skin.
Something crashes behind me, and Wilder jolts, pulling the blanket up and around my shoulders.
“Get the hell out of my office!” he snarls, baring his teeth.
“Do you know what it’ll do to my brother if Chapman doesn’t go through with our contract?” a male voice growls in response. “You promised you’d advocate for us!”
“And I have,” Wilder says, sighing.
“We’ve spent the last five years waiting for her to come of age,” another voice chimes in.
I gasp, twisting my head.
Wilder blocks my view with his giant hand and brings my face back to his chest. “As you can see, gentlemen, I’m a bit tied up at the moment.” He tilts his face down to look at me. “They weren’t waiting for her to turn eighteen. Vanessa is about to be twenty-five. It’s when the contract expires.”
“That’s no one’s goddamn business,” the first voice snaps.
“Yes, well, I would introduce you to my sweet stepsister, but she’s currently locked on my knot,” Wilder says, sounding entirely too amused.
It’s hard to see his face from this angle as he looks at the men once more, but I believe he smirks.
I smack his chest. Though it clearly doesn’t do much, as he simply chuckles. “You’re beginning to test my patience.”
“You canceled on us with no notice. This isn’t a game, Pierce,” the first voice says, calling Wilder by his last name.
“I am doing my best to mediate both of your wishes. You want the omega your family was promised. She wants the freedom to choose her own future,” Wilder says, sounding exasperated.
“And while I understand your predicament, I truly believe you should consider what your quality of life would be like tied to that woman—”
“Malachy is half-rabid. There are times he doesn’t even recognize us,” the first voice says. “We can’t wait any longer. Not to mention, our fathers honored our end of the bargain two decades ago!”
“Wait, is he getting treatment?” I ask, slapping Wilder’s hand away to make it possible to look over my shoulder. “He should be seeing an omega at least two to three times a week if he’s that bad off.”
“What’s she talking about?” the second voice asks.
“Pheromone treatment therapy. It helps prevent the decay from taking over. I’ve had Grim in sessions for two months,” Wilder says, and he tilts his face down to mine once more. “Is Charlotte an omega? I would assume so if she works with you.”
“She is,” I tell him, my forehead wrinkling.
Why would that matter?
“Actually, I have an idea,” Wilder says to the men. “Let’s see if we can help each other…”
“Well, I can cross that one off my bucket list.” Wilder chuckles, kissing my forehead. “I never thought I’d negotiate a deal with you locked on my knot.” His body shakes with the force of his laughter, and it makes said knot drag along my inner walls.
I bite my cheek to keep from moaning and pat his chest. “Do you promise they’ll take good care of Charlotte and Lucky?”
“I do.” He nods solemnly. “I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise.
They’re good people. Their fathers were close with mine, meaning I grew up with all three of them.
Hopefully meeting Charlotte will help them understand they have other options.
If nothing else, she can help Malachy get registered at the pheromone clinic. ”
I squint as I study his face.
I don’t believe he’s lying about any of that, but I get the distinct impression that he wouldn’t mind if they fell for Charlotte in the process of protecting her. Hell, maybe I’m reaching, but I bet it would make his life easier.
Vanessa has made it clear that she wants no part of that marriage contract. The O’Connor brothers need an omega as soon as possible to help ensure the oldest doesn’t end up rabid.
It’s a messy situation, but I overheard a lot while Wilder was working his magic. He’s very good at what he does. He was born to be a negotiator or mediator or whatever the hell his job title is.
“I appreciate it so much.” I stretch up on my tiptoes, giving Wilder a quick kiss, and smile as I pull back. “Can we go home yet? I’m sore, and I really want to spend some time setting up my nest.”
“I love hearing you call it home.”
Wilder’s driver is thoughtful enough to ignore how putrid we must smell on the drive, but I’m still self-conscious. My nerves are frazzled, and I just want to hide at home and nest. Only, I can’t just yet because there’s something else I have to handle.
Wilder walks me through what’s safe to tell Charlotte and what to avoid talking about.
I keep the conversation quick and concise, mentioning that I thought I saw the guys from the festival watching me on my trip to the bus stop.
She doesn’t seem too concerned for herself, but I ask her to keep an eye out for anyone suspicious.
Then I let her know a few guys from Wilder’s “security company” will be watching over her from afar just until we’re sure it’s safe.
She seems confused—which I get—but she thanks me for thinking of her and Lucky.
I wrap up the call by giving her a phone number to reach the O’Connor brothers, and I can only pray that she won’t need it.
Once we’re home and safely inside, Wilder and I share a quick shower, and he helps me get dressed in his sweats and one of Grim’s shirts.
I can’t help myself. Grabbing a huge handful of the material, I bring it to my nose, huffing deep hits of his scent.
It soothes my frayed edges, but I wish he and Callum were here.
That way, I could be sure they’re safe. Though I can feel them in the bond, it’s not the same as having them here with me.
Once I’ve huffed out all of Grim’s smell that I can find, I drop the T-shirt and prepare to roll up the top of Wilder’s sweats…only, it’s not necessary.
They’re so long, they bunch around my calves about a million times, but they stay up just fine.
Damn.
I didn’t realize Wilder was quite that slender.
It’s only after I’m dressed in more of their clothing that I realize I never actually made it to my apartment. I don’t have any pets, so it’s not an emergency, but at some point, I do need to have a conversation with the guys about breaking my lease.
Wilder pulls on a T-shirt and grabs his towel, drying his dark hair. His eyes sparkle, and he tosses the towel onto the bathroom counter. “I know you want to get to nesting, but you skipped lunch. Once your heat fully hits, you won’t have any desire to eat.”
“I’m really not hungry,” I admit, rubbing absently at my stomach.
“Okay,” he agrees, shrugging. “Let’s check out the nest.”
My insides light up. No one ever gives in to me this easily, but Wilder seems to enjoy spoiling me. I’m not going to complain. It soothes me on a foundational level to have this particular alpha at my side.