Chapter 3 #2
“I do,” I nod again.
“Why aren't you freaking out?” she asks. “And, would it be crazy of me to ask you not to call the cops?”
God, she’s so damn cute. “I won’t call the cops, Briar. It would only bring unwanted questions and I’d like to keep them away from my place of work. As for why I’m not freaking out, that would be because I was coming out here to do the same thing you’re doing.”
“You were?” she gapes at me.
“Well, not the chopping his dick off, although that was a nice touch.” I hold up the axe. “More of a quick hit to the back of the head. It makes a nice sound when it cracks a skull.”
She blinks at me, like she thinks she might be going crazy. “You were going to kill him?”
“I was,” I nod, not bothering to lie since she killed the man before I could get to him.
“Huh,” she says slowly as she takes the time to process everything.
I don’t blame her. This is a very big moment in our relationship. But it can’t be a bad thing, right? We’re finding out we both kill people as a hobby. Isn’t it good to like the same things?
“So, is coming to kill this guy a spur of the moment thing, or has it happened before?”
“I did come out here because he dared touch Lacy. But, no, not a one off thing. It’s happened before. Does that bother you?”
Briar slowly stands up, blood staining her hands and some on her shirt. Fuck me, I never knew how sexy red looked on a woman until right now.
“That depends. Does what you just saw bother you?” She bites her lower lip and it’s adorable. She’s shy, as if she didn’t just chop off a man’s dick and force feed it to him.
“Does it look like it bothers me?” I ask, pointing to my very obvious hard-on.
Her eyes drop to my dick, and I watch as her eyes cloud over with lust. The longer she stares, the harder I get. My cock is aching, balls heavy and knot throbbing. I take a tentative step towards her, not wanting to spook her. This is a very serious revelation in our relationship.
She licks her lips and I can’t hold back the groan that rumbles in my chest. Once I’m a few feet away from her, I can smell her arousal thick in the air, her slick sweet yet I can’t quite put my finger on the scent. Either way, I’m fucking desperate.
“No.” Her voice comes out breathy.
“Briar.” Her name is husky on my tongue.
“Yeah?” she says absentmindedly, slowly dragging her eyes up to mine.
“Can I be honest with you?”
She swallows hard, nodding her head.
“I’m crazy about you, if I haven’t made that known to you. And seeing you just now, I think I’m fucking obsessed,” I growl, low and deep.
She lets out this delicious needy whimper that has me nearly feral.
“You are?” she whispers.
I nod slowly.
She chews on her lip before replying with, “I’m a little crazy about you too.” She looks so damn cute when she blushes.
“Tell me to stop. If not, I’m going to kiss you. Because fuck me, Little Rose, I’ve been dying to taste you for years.”
“I’m not going to tell you to stop,” she shakes her head.
“Thank fuck,” I grunt, closing the space between us. I cup the back of her head, reveling in the gasp that leaves her pretty pink lips and crash mine down on top of them.
I swallow her moan, replying with a growl of my own. She feels so soft and warm in my arms as I wrap them around her waist. She lifts hers, wrapping them around my neck. I lift her up and back us both up against the wall.
“I need you, Little Rose,” I groan. “So fucking bad.”
“Take me,” she begs. “Please, Atlas.”
“Fuck,” I groan, rolling my hips, grinding my cock against her pussy. I can smell her slick, so thick in the air. She wants me, badly.
My lips capture hers again, my tongue sliding against the seam of her lips, demanding to be let in. She happily does, parting her lips and I thrust my tongue in, tangling with hers.
We kiss until we’re forced to come up for air, but I’d gladly die right now, if it meant having her in my arms forever.
“I really wish I didn’t wear jeans today,” she groans when I place her on the ground and we struggle to get her free.
With a frustrated growl, I spin her around and pin her against the wall. She lets out a surprised whimper as I grab her jeans and tug them down, putting her perfect plump ass on display.
“Look at you.” My voice is thick with need, my hands reaching up to grasp her ass, giving her cheeks a firm squeeze. “Your pussy is dripping for me, Little Rose. Is all this for me?” I ask, taking two fingers and swiping it through her messy folds.
“Yes,” she pants heavily. “All you. Please, Alpha. Need you.”
Alpha. Fuck. Something about her calling me that while she’s quivering with want for me has me fucking gone.
Bringing my fingers to my lips, I let out this feral groan as her slick hits my tongue. I shiver, my cock twitching.
“You taste like fucking heaven.” I want more, I want to bury my face between her thighs and eat her like my last meal. But not here, we don’t have time for that.
Getting to my feet, I undo my jeans, freeing my thick heavy cock.
Briar looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes landing on my cock. She bites her lips, pupils practically going black. She’s looking at me, like she needs me now, badly, fuck.
“You want this, Omega?” I ask, stroking myself slow but tightly.
She nods quickly.
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I lean forward, gripping her chin with my free hand. As I thrust inside her, I kiss her with so much passion I feel like my head is going to explode.
We both let out desperate groans, her hot core wrapped around me so damn good.
“Fuckkkk,” I groan, thrusting my tongue into her mouth again before sucking hers into my mouth.
“So hot. So wet. So fucking tight.” Pulling back all the way, I thrust back in, loving the way she whimpers for me.
“That's it, Little Rose. Take my cock like a good girl. You feel so fucking good.” I do it again and again until my thrusts are frantic.
“Atlas,” she sobs out, her pussy gripping my cock, her body trembling in my hold. “Oh god, yes. Harder.”
With a snarl, I grip her hips and pound into her. Every second inside her is pure fucking ecstasy.
Looking down, I see her slick dripping free, coating my cock. “Such a messy girl,” I growl. “Slicking my cock up so good. Gonna make it easy for me to slide my knot inside you.”
“Yes.” She tightens around me. “Your knot. I need your knot.”
“You’re gonna get it, baby,” I promise, my body breaking out in a sweat.
I’ve had sex before. A lot of it. But none of it has ever felt this good. I know it’s because of the person I’m sharing this moment with.
None of the times I imagined myself with Briar ever came close to this.
“I never want to leave this pussy. I want my cock to fucking live inside you.”
“Oh god,” she whines. “Atlas. I’m close.”
“I know, Little Rose, I know. I can feel you, your pussy trying to suck me in.”
Her walls feel so fucking good around my cock. This angle might not be the most intimate, but I’m hitting all the right spots, making her claw at the wall, her head hanging as she takes everything I give her.
“Look at me,” I pant, thrusting inside her again. She lifts her head and the look on her face has me nearly cumming on the spot. She’s lost in the moment, consumed by pleasure.
Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tightly to my body. She fits so nicely here, like she was made to be in my embrace.
With one arm, I hold her lower half, allowing me to thrust up into her over and over again. With my free hand, I cup her jaw, angling her head so I can bring my mouth down to hers again.
Every thrust grows more and more eager, that orgasm I’m chasing just out of reach. “Gonna knot you,” I grunt against her lips, balls tingling, knot throbbing. “Gonna stuff you full of my cock and knot, fill you with my cum.”
One, two, three more thrusts and I can feel my knot forcing its way inside her, popping into place.
The pure bliss on her face is everything, sending me straight into euphoria.
Our orgasm takes hold of us, her body shaking, her pussy gripping me so hard, my knot locking me into place. My cock pulses inside her, filling her with jet after jet of cum.
It feels like our climax is going on forever. Not that I mind. I never want this moment to end.
Finally, the high starts to ebb, but my head is still spinning, my body still buzzing.
“Holy fuck,” I pant out heavily, making sure to hold her body up as she sags against me.
“Yeah,” she murmurs a light laugh. “Not how I expected my night to end.”
“A good thing or?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t regret what just happened.
She smiles up at me, her lips swollen and wet from our kisses, this happy relaxed satisfied look on her face. “Good. Real good.”
“Good,” I smile. “Because fuck me, Briar. That was everything.”
“Yeah?” She smiles more shyly this time.
“Oh yeah,” I chuckle. “Sooo.” I can’t help but grin. “Now that we know each other’s dirty little secrets, is there any chance I can take you on a date?”
Her whole body trembles with laughter and fuck I could listen to her laugh all day. “Yeah. I think I’d like that. But with one request.”
“Name it.”
“Mind helping me get rid of him?” She looks towards the dead man on the ground a few feet away from us.
“Yeah. I think I can do that.” I bury my face into her neck, peppering her neck with a few kisses. “As soon as this goes down.” I show her what I mean by rolling my hips, grinning at her gasp.
“Deal.”
brIAR
I’ve never been on a date before. I have no clue what to expect.
Atlas came by the club last night and asked if I was free tonight. I said yes and he asked if he could take me on that date.
There was no reason for me to say no, and I didn’t want to. So I agreed.
The smile on his face has butterflies going nuts in my stomach. This is surreal. I can’t believe after two years of pinning after this man, I’m finally going out with him.
Who knew all it took was catching me murdering a man only to find out he was on his way to do the same thing.
I still can’t believe that happened. And the sex after it, god, it was amazing.
Fuck that, amazing doesn’t even come close to describing it.