Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
RIANN
It was one thing to dress up kind of slutty to get an alpha's attention.
It was another to grab her tie and yank her close enough for our lips to touch.
But to follow Skylar out of the exam room hoping she’ll continue what we started minutes ago, even if it puts her job at risk? That level of insanity should probably be studied.
Real fucking classy, Riann.
We make a left down the hall, and I can’t fight the prickle of nerves working through me. The fear of getting caught makes my mind spin.
Will it look suspicious that Skylar is leading me somewhere? Will anyone stop us?
The thought of being locked in a room with her sends a thrill fluttering through me. The academy always tells us how unsafe it is to be alone with an unbound alpha—urges sometimes win out over intentions—but the idea of Skylar putting me in danger seems impossible.
She wouldn’t hurt me intentionally, but what if she loses control?
I know I’m overreacting, but I can’t help it as my pulse accelerates.
If we get caught, this is over.
I expect her to take me to a darkened stairwell or maybe an unused room far away from the busier hallways, but she leads me straight into an office and closes the door behind us.
Her name is printed on the little plaque on the desk, and her rich smoky pine scent is soaked into every corner of the room.
I take a deep breath, letting the scent consume me.
There isn't much in the room aside from the desk. A swiveling office chair, a few cabinets, and a stunning lake painting. There are large windows, but they’re covered with blinds, so no one can see in or out. The office is organized and simple, but it might just be the sexiest place I've ever seen.
The click of a lock has me wheeling around to find Skylar standing by the door, watching me like she's waiting for my reaction.
Is she waiting for me to make a move? Or for me to change my mind?
“Are you sure about this?” she asks, taking a step closer.
Heat scorches through me, my arousal coating my inner thighs. I've spent countless minutes imagining this moment, waiting desperately for the chance to be alone with her again.
There's no way I'm changing my mind.
But the fact that she wants to hear me say it, even after I've offered myself to her on a silver platter, has more slick dripping down my thighs. Even like this, when all she has to do is take me, she wants to make sure I want it.
Whatever happens from this point on is my decision.
I swallow over the lump in my throat.
“Yes.”
My heart beats erratically as she takes a step closer, then another. She stops mere inches away, leaning down so her scent wafts in my face, and her breath dances over my skin when she speaks.
“I could do anything to you right now, Riann. I could tie you up and ruin you so you can’t even walk. Are you sure that’s something you want?” Her words have a threatening bite, but the smirk on her face only makes me wetter.
I hesitate, and she takes my sweater from me, tossing it onto the nearby chair.
“Say it, Riann.”
“I’m sure.” A small whimper escapes me, and I nearly choke on my nerves.
She instantly reacts, a low growl rumbling through her, and it's the only warning I get before she surges forward and catches my mouth with hers.
My heart in my throat, the scent of pine in my nose, and the taste of Skylar on my tongue all make me light-headed, my world spinning with pure euphoria. The only things keeping me upright are her arms around me as my eyes drift closed.
Heat roars through my body, racing to burn all the places where her fingers touch my skin. My thighs are now drenched, beads of slick rolling down my legs, soaking into the tops of my thigh-high stockings.
My knees tremble as she pulls me closer. I’m so aware of her and how I don’t want to fuck this up. I’m doing my best to follow her lead, to match her movements, but doubt begins to rear its ugly head, which makes me more nervous.
Am I a bad kisser? What if I do something wrong? What if I make weird noises?
I rest my hands on her hips, unsure what else to do with them.
Am I using too much tongue? Not enough?
What if she wants me to be more assertive?
The questions won’t stop coming.
I'm so caught up in my head that I don’t realize she’s pulling away until her knuckle gently lifts my chin, and I open my eyes.
Shit. I've totally messed things up again.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, more of her rich scent pumping into the room. I know alphas do that to help soothe their omegas, and while it doesn’t help me at the moment, I appreciate the gesture.
“I… I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit, my cheeks burning hot. Concern flashes over her features, and I quickly backpedal. “I mean, I know what I’m doing but not… how to do it.”
Fuck, I must sound like such an idiot. Especially because I’m the one who started all this.
What kind of virgin seduces an alpha without some kind of action plan?
Me, apparently.
“Oh.” A flicker of understanding softens her features, and my heart sinks.
Shit.
I’ve ruined the mood. This is definitely over.
Not only is she risking her job, but she’s doing it for someone with exactly zero experience.
Shit, shit, shit.
“I didn’t realize…” She trails off, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and cupping my cheek in her hand. She brushes her thumb over my bottom lip, making me shiver, and her voice drops to a whisper. “Just relax. I’ll show you what to do.”
With one hand braced against my lower back, she slowly walks me backward until my thighs hit the edge of her desk. It’s a little too high for me to sit on, but in a swift motion, Skylar wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me the few extra inches.
The cool wood of the desk is like ice against my flaming skin, and I catch my breath as she moves between my thighs.
I’m a little worried about soaking the contents of her desk in slick—though the thought of marking her things sparks a little possessive fire in my chest—but she obviously doesn’t mind.
“Let me make you feel good.” A growl rumbles in the back of her throat, making my clit throb. She hasn’t even touched me yet, and I’m already wound up. “Trust me, I can make you feel really fucking good.”
My pussy clenches, and I'm trying to drag in air, but it's too late because she’s kissing me again.
I moan into her mouth, my hips rocking forward looking for friction as her hands dance over my body.
I shudder when her tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine, and she pushes herself deeper to explore.
Her moans bounce around in my head, and every single thing outside the office melts away as I give in to her. My test results, my pending status at the academy, my impending departure from Boston once I get answers…
None of it matters right now.
Skylar hastily shoves things out of the way before pressing me back onto the desk. She follows, her lips dipping to press against my neck while her weight keeps me pinned in place.
Fuuucck. I squeeze my eyes closed as my libido skyrockets, turning my body into an inferno.
She kisses her way around my throat, her soft lips burning a trail across my skin, and she dips lower, peppering my chest with kisses. I arch my back, inviting her to keep going.
“Dr. Morales, I—”
“—Please,” she cuts me off, desperation clinging to her voice. “Call me Skylar.”
I open my lips to reply, but she takes it as an invitation to kiss me again. Her mouth moves eagerly, her tongue frantically tangling with mine. I can feel how much she wants me, and my last bit of reservation fades away.
Her hand comes up to palm my breast, and she finds my sensitive nipple through the thin shirt and bra covering it. She takes it between two fingers and rolls, the lace of my bra rubbing adding extra friction, and she catches my cry with her lips.
She squeezes again, just a bit harder, and a ragged moan tears up my throat. It’s like she's experimenting, testing my limits to see how much I can take.
I can’t lie, I want to know too.
“Do you like some bite with your pleasure, Riann?” She shifts to tweak my other nipple.
I've never had my breath stolen, but she takes it with the feral look in her eyes.
My whole body shudders at her words. If anyone else tries to tell me I'm not an omega, I'm calling bullshit. I light up at just the mention of a bite, whether it's pain she’s talking about or her teeth sinking into me to claim me. I’d be down for either at this point, though, one seems much more reckless.
“I like it when it's you,” I say, my confidence finally returning. That or it's because I'm so fucking needy for her that I’ll say whatever it takes for her to keep going.
She lets go of my breast, her hand dancing down to my waist, brushing over my hip bone and nudging up the hem of my tank top. I still don't know what to do with my hands, but she doesn't seem to give a fuck.
“Arms up, preciosa.” Her voice rumbles through me. I have no idea what she just called me, but from the little bit of Spanish I know, it sounds like precious. Regardless, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
It takes a second for my brain to catch up, and then I do exactly what she says. Her hands slip under my top, exploring my skin as she shoves the material up to reveal my stomach. She keeps going, moving my shirt higher, and hums as my bra is exposed.
“Dios. Look at you,” she murmurs.
I love the way her eyes rove over me, hungrily drinking in the lacy black bra I chose just for her. It's so sheer that there's basically nothing there, and she's got a full view of my painfully hard nipples.
A second later, she pulls my tank top off and tosses it aside, exploring my newly exposed skin with her lips. Her teeth graze over one of my nipples, and I shiver, finally getting the nerve to grab her shoulders and drag her closer.
I thought I’d be more embarrassed being this exposed, but I’m so worked up and desperate for her that my discomfort fades to the background. I want to feel her, touch her, taste her. I want her to examine every part of me, taking her time until I shatter apart beneath her calculated gaze.
I gasp as her fingers grab the hem of my skirt and start to hike it up.
She freezes at the sound.
“Do you want me to stop?” Her hands pause as she waits for my reply. “Just say the word and this all ends. We can walk away like nothing happened.”
Walk away? My heart pitches.
Not a chance.
“I…” I chose my thong just so she could see it; it would be a waste to keep it hidden. But despite how badly I want her to touch my pussy, my nerves are back in full force.
She waits while I contemplate, pressing her lips softly against my collarbone.
Finally, I swallow down my anxiety. “I want you to keep going. Please. I want you to touch me.”
At my insistence, she yanks my skirt upward, and my ass spills out onto the cool wooden desk. My legs tremble as her fingers brush over the lacy panties covering my center, and a raspy exhale escapes me.
“Goddamn,” she says on a breath that makes my pussy clench. “I don’t know if I can control myself when you talk like that.”
Her fingers dip lower, teasing over the barely-there layer of lace, brushing over my pussy.
“You're so fucking gorgeous, Riann,” she groans as her fingers slide the material to the side.
The moment her fingertips graze my dripping folds, my back arches off the desk.
Pleasure shoots through my core, and I lift my hips, searching for more friction.
“Do you know how lucky I am that I can touch you like this?”
Her finger brushes over my clit, and I whimper, my thoughts melting into a garbled mess.
With a smirk, she slowly presses a finger inside me, and my mouth drops into an involuntary O.
Feeling her against my inner walls has unfamiliar waves of pleasure spiraling through me, making me twitch.
I want to feel more of her, exploring every inch, stretching and filling me.
“You’re so wet for me, preciosa,” she purrs, pumping her finger in and out. She carefully adds a second digit and picks up the pace, pressing her lips against mine to swallow the steady string of moans that escape me.
My clit throbs, heat swelling in my center as she works her fingers inside me. The tease of a climax builds, but before I get close, she pulls her fingers out. I immediately sulk at the loss.
I don’t want her to slow down or stop. I want her to fuck me, filling me with her fingers until I come on them.
My eyes fly open as her lips disappear from mine, and I worry that I’ve done something wrong yet again. I watch as she stands up straight, examining the two fingers dripping with slick before holding them out to show me.
“I bet you taste as delicious as you smell.”
Then, to my shock, she pops her fingers into her mouth to suck them clean.