Chapter 28 – Grim
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Grim
An unexpected bark of laughter spills from my lips. Goddamn. She’s really fucking cute.
I’d almost be disappointed if she didn’t try to negotiate. It fills my chest with pride that she feels comfortable enough to test boundaries.
In the long run, I’ll probably be shit at telling her no. Every fiber of my being wants to give her everything her spoiled little heart desires. At the same time, I’m not slipping inside her for the first time in the bathtub.
“You’re not boiling yet,” I murmur, soaking up every second that I get to tease her soft skin. “Let me spoil you for a bit, and if you behave, I promise to reward your good behavior.”
Lacey huffs, grinding her pussy over my knot.
I’m just realizing we might have different definitions of spoiling.
I’m equally as desperate to finally take that next step, but I also enjoy savoring the ache that comes with waiting.
More than anything, I derive pleasure from seeing her enjoying herself.
She writhes against my chest as I tease a hand lower, dipping into the water and following the curve of her stomach. I continue down, brushing over her hip bone and working my way to her thigh.
The little gasps she releases make me grin. She’s everything I didn’t know was missing from my life.
My fingers dig in as I massage her thigh before pulling my hand away to rinse off the soap. I keep my other hand on her breast, occasionally flicking over her nipple.
Lacey squirms, and it gives me confidence to get a little more brazen. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, and I’ve never had the opportunity to take my time like I want to do with this omega.
My fingers tease over her inner thigh, working my way higher, and she moans. Wiggling, she tries to force my fingers to her sex.
I chuckle, nuzzling my cheek to the side of her head. “Needy already, little one?”
“Mm-hmm,” she agrees breathlessly.
“Ask sweetly for me to tease your pussy.” I dance my fingertips into the indent where her thigh meets her pussy, but I don’t give her what she wants. Instead, I stretch over to caress the other leg.
She huffs. “I figured Cal had a sadistic streak, but you’re supposed to be my sweet alpha.”
I boom a laugh.
She’s got Callum pegged.
“I can be very tender,” I murmur, cupping her sex. “But I can also draw this out if you want to be a brat. I’ll enjoy it either way.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I’ll be good. I promise. Please, Grim.”
“Please, what?” I coax. “All you have to do is say the words.”
“Touch my pussy, please!”
“And you were so sweet about it.” I immediately give her what she wants, teasing my fingers down her labia. She whimpers as I give a little squeeze and dip my middle finger between her lower lips to find her clit. “See? You give me what I want, and I’m more than happy to do the same in return.”
It’s obscene how huge my hand feels in comparison to her, but alphas and omegas are made to fit together. I’m not going to let myself worry too much. If I can’t fuck her tonight, we can work up to it.
Lacey grinds my cock against my pelvis, her ass cheeks perfectly cupping my shaft. It mimics the speed she would ride me, and I shove a finger inside her.
She whimpers, bending in half, and I pull her back to my chest with the hand on her tit. Her pheromones burst in the air, making my dick jump.
Damn, I don’t think that’s something omegas can control. That means even her system is on board with trying to taunt me into hurrying to the finish line.
It’s tempting to rush through the steps, but my cock can learn some damn patience.
Penetrative sex is not the only way to build intimacy, and I’d want her even if I could never shove my dick inside her.
When I was younger, I thought the world began and ended with sex, but reality caught up real quick.
Having a massive cock is more of a pain in the ass than porn would have the general public believe.
It takes a lot of prep and focus not to leave a partner sore, and I don’t get off on causing pain. Well, not that kind, at least.
What I want out of my relationship with Lacey is so much more meaningful than shoving her as full of my cock as she can get.
I ache to hold her.
Comfort her when she’s had a bad day.
Wake up next to her when her hair is a mess, and all she can do is grunt about needing a cup of coffee.
I want a real connection.
The kind that lasts a lifetime.
I want to be loved and love the hell out of her.
“You’re doing so well. Here, how about another?” Picking up my speed on her clit, I add a second finger. “That’s it. Stretch for me. Such a good omega.” I’m fascinated by how her pussy clings to my digits, but it also makes me wonder if we’ll ever be able to have sex.
While I’m not usually so dramatic, I have to worry about slipping into rut and accidentally hurting her.
Maybe I should call Wilder or Callum to supervise? Harming the trust we’re building would be my nightmare come to life.
Her inner walls flutter, and her need pulses in the bond.
“Getting close to coming all over my hand?” I ask, even though I can tell from our link that she is. It’s a gift being able to tell what she likes and what doesn’t work to get her there.
“Yes! More,” Lacey begs, nodding frantically. She grinds over my knot and balls, giving my cock the friction it’s desperate for. Shit. If I’m not careful, I’ll bust without ever being inside her. “Grim, please!”
“Anything for you, little one.” I pick up my pace, stretching and twisting my fingers as my palm teases her clit. “How do you feel about calling me Daddy?”
She whines, her head falling back against my shoulder as her pussy locks down on my fingers.
Pinching and tugging her nipple, I get close to her ear, blowing hot breath down her throat. “Gush all over me, beautiful girl. Mark me as yours.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Lacey thrashes, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a puddle to clean up around the tub. She once again tries to bend in half, but I pull her up again. Her body shakes, and she gets so loud that I end up smiling.
She’s very good for my self-confidence, but I know as soon as her orgasm starts to subside that I’m in trouble. The only thing spilling through the bond is her determination to climb onto my cock.
I manage to get us reasonably dry, at least our bodies. Our hair is another story, but Lacey is determined.
She’s pure fucking trouble as she grabs my hand, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Come on, Daddy. My turn to pamper you.”
I’m so fucked.
We make it into the pack bedroom, and she spins around, guiding me to back up to the bed. Her hands land on my stomach, and she gives me a shove.
Damn, she’s strong for such a little thing.
My knees hit the edge, and I fall against the mattress.
Her tits bounce as she follows me down, kneeling over me. Those hazel eyes of hers that I love so much are hazy, and her pupils are blown.
“Shit,” I murmur, pulling a hand to cradle her skull.
“I like you so much,” she whispers, brushing her nose against mine. “In my entire life, I’ve never felt as safe as I do when I’m with you.”
Yeah.
I’m so incredibly fucked.
I’d slaughter anyone who looked at her the wrong way, and it’s probably not healthy to admit the levels I would stoop to if someone hurt her.
By the time I stop fantasizing about murdering anyone who glances in her direction, she’s slid down the bed. Using my forearms, I push my top half up until I can see what she’s up to.
I have to fight the urge to cover my dick. No one wants to be looked at as a freak, but I’m proportional.
My feet are size fifteen. I’m closer to seven feet tall than six… Of course my cock was going to be big. That’s not even me being conceited. If I could have chosen, I would have gone a little more reasonably sized.
Her hands rest on my hips, and her eyes are huge, but strangely, the look on her face is hungry. There’s a good possibility that I can only decipher that expression because I’m picking up her desire in the bond.
Lacey doesn’t seem intimidated. She wraps a hand around my shaft, guiding my tip to her lips.
“You really don’t have to do that.” I groan, my head falling back at the feeling of her tongue circling my crown.
She moans and sends some emotion through the bond that I can’t pick out. It almost feels like her enthusiasm at sucking me off.
She continues applying the perfect amount of suction to my tip.
“Damn, sweetheart.” I bring a hand to her hair, petting her like a total lovestruck weirdo.
She licks lines up and down my length before switching back to circling the head. Her fist wraps around my knot, squeezing tight. It feels incredible. It gets harder to focus as she works even deeper down my shaft, cupping the bottom with her naughty little tongue.
There’s a ninety-two-percent chance that I’ll embarrass myself here.
Lacey’s pheromones spill into the air like her system wants to tease mine into rut. That’s dangerous for both of us. Bonding is beginning to show signs of healing my mind, but I still have to focus to keep from losing myself to the fog.
Growling, I shake my head in some ridiculous attempt to force away the haze that’s taking over. It doesn’t help for shit, and all I can focus on is the way Lacey’s mouth looks stretched to capacity around my shaft.
My crown hits the back of her throat, and she gags, which makes my dick jolt. She whimpers, and my shaft gets so much slicker.
“Fuck. No, can’t do it,” I growl, looping my arms under hers.
My tip falls from her lips, and she pouts as I pull her onto the bed. Rolling over, I rearrange us both. She ends up with her head on the pillow and me between her spread thighs.
I hold myself up with a forearm and bring my free hand to cradle her cheek. She seems so fucking small compared to me, and I get anxious all over again. It only takes one instant to completely destroy someone’s trust.
“I was enjoying that.” She reaches between us, making a mad grab for my dick. “It’s okay. This will be good too.” My tip glides through her slick lower lips and notches at her opening.
My entire body bounces as I take a deep breath, trying to center myself to force away the fog.
“If you don’t get inside me, I’m going to have to—” Her words disappear into our kiss as I push my lips to hers.
My nostrils flare, taking in her sweet pear scent. It fills the air so heavily that I can taste it as our mouths meet.
I lock my muscles tight to keep from thrusting, but she wiggles under me, forcing my crown inside her.
A growl echoes out of my chest, rattling around the room.
She’s so goddamn dangerous.
Lacey sobs against my lips, and I pull out, dipping back in. She moves her hand from my cock to open her lower lips up even wider.
“Are you okay?” I ask, poking around in the bond once I remember it’s an option.
“So good. It’s intense, but good. Fuck me, Daddy.”
Jesus Christ.
If she wants a feral alpha, she knows exactly what to say to get one. Her warm, wet walls cling to my shaft, and I test exactly how deep I can go without hurting her.
She sobs and begs, sounding like an omega lost to the fog. Not that I’m in any better shape. Holding myself up on my palm, I’m torn between watching her face and where I disappear inside her.
“This is a goddamn dream,” I hear myself say. “You smell so fucking sweet. I’m hanging on by a thread.”
“I’m still not scared of you,” she taunts, bringing her hand to run through my beard. “I trust you. Even if you hurt me, I’ll probably like it.”
“Little one,” I growl in warning, tugging free of her pussy and dipping back in. Every single stroke takes my breath away with how snug she is. “You’re taunting the beast.”
She tugs my beard, pulling my mouth back to hers. “Do your worst, alpha.” Nipping at my lip, she moves to sucking on my tongue as soon as it’s within reach.
It makes my length jolt inside her, and I pick up my strokes. Her tits bounce, and she watches me with hooded eyes.
If I could burn the look on her face into my retinas, I would. I never want to forget how breathtaking she was the first time I got to make her mine.
Time gets hazy, and Lacey’s begging moans get louder.
She brings her hand between us as she pulls back from our kiss.
“Holy shit. That’s insane. I can feel you slamming against me from the inside out.
” She grabs my hand, bringing it to her stomach, and my eyes widen as I feel my crown bump my hand through her skin.
“No way. Don’t you dare stop. It’s so hot. I’m not complaining.”
My face twists into a frown. She must have picked up on my thoughts in the bond.
I bring my hand to her tit, flick her nipple, and focus on making sure my pelvis brushes her clit on every thrust.
I’m so overwhelmed, and her core locking down on my length doesn’t help anything. Her bliss floods the bond, along with her desire for more.
I snarl and buck into her with little thought to whether I might be hurting her. Her pleasure shocks its way through my entire body, courtesy of the bond, and I slam my knot inside her.
Lacey wails.
I freeze, groaning as I come as deep as I can get.
My knot swells, locking us together, but I’m so disconnected from reality that I barely have the brain capacity to keep from crushing her with my weight.
Lacey plants her feet on the mattress, grinding over my cock from below. It drags my knot along her pussy, and every tiny movement sends bliss through the link.
I suck in deep lungfuls of air, trying to soothe my jacked-up system, but her pheromones are too thick, and it has the opposite effect. The last thing I remember is capturing her mouth in a sinful kiss.