Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
RIANN
Skylar is on her feet before I can pull away, her mouth leading mine eagerly until my knees go weak. I hadn’t meant to start something, not really, but the magnetic pull toward her became too much.
Now, her mouth-watering scent is drowning me, my stomach somersaulting as her hands rove over my body. I know we’re playing with fire, risking everything yet again, but as her tongue sweeps into my mouth, I can’t find it in me to care.
It’s not like she has my legs spread with her face between them the way she did in her office. I’m less afraid of someone bursting into the room suddenly if it’s just her lips on mine.
That is, until her hands dip to tease the hem of my dress, brushing over my leggings. A shiver vibrates through me and my eyes pop open.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, even though I have a good idea where she's going. Or, at least, I hope I do.
Her fingers dance around the front of my thigh, dipping between my legs and gently brushing over my pussy. I inhale a shaky breath.
“Exactly what I want.” She laughs, dipping to tease her lips along my jawline. “Do you want me to stop?” Her fingers rub over me again, and I gasp as my pussy flutters in response.
“I don’t want you to lose your job,” I manage as she presses her lips against my throat.
Heat swells in me, my libido shooting skyward, and my body takes on a mind of its own. I grab her by the belt and jerk her toward me before I realize what I'm doing. She pulls back just far enough for me to see the feral glint in her eyes.
“Careful, preciosa,” she warns, her words also coming out on a growl. “The suppressants I took will keep me from slipping into a rut, but they won’t save you from anything else.”
At her words, butterflies explode through my core, and the sensation quickly sinks lower. My heart slams against my ribs as I contemplate her threat.
“How far would you go if you didn’t have them?” I shift my hand from her belt, the tips of my fingers pressing into the hard ridges of her abs.
She sucks in a breath. “Do that again and find out.”
I hesitate, her lips dangerously close to mine as she rises over me, her alpha energy palpable in every sinew of my body.
First, I dress slutty to seduce her, and now I’m taunting her.
Who am I?
Definitely not the timid girl who went shopping for body wash to pretend like she was being smothered in an alpha’s scent, hiding my lust from her. No, she’s long gone.
After a beat of hesitation, I swallow the whispers of fear teasing my mind and jerk on her belt again, this time hard enough to make her take a half-step forward. Her gaze darkens with lust, and a wicked smirk quirks her lips.
In a blink, she grabs my hand, wrenching it free, and spins me around so I’m facing the opposite wall. I squeak as she presses in behind me, her body molding to mine as she bends to brush her lips along my neck.
“You love provoking me, don’t you?” she teases, her warm breath spilling over me. Goosebumps scatter over my skin. “You want to see how far you can push me before I snap? You want me to take control, to make you feel good, don’t you?”
Her free hand goes straight to my throat, her long fingers wrapping around it like a necklace, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse flutter.
Fucking hell.
Pleasure bursts through me, and it’s not because of the words she’s rumbling in my ear. Or because my clit is already throbbing, slick seeping into my leggings.
It’s because this alpha—my alpha—is completely wrapped around me, pressed so firmly against my back that I can feel her breasts against my shoulder blades, her chiseled abs solid through my clothes.
I groan, letting my head fall back against her as my eyes flutter closed.
“Don’t you?” she repeats, her voice dropping lower.
Her fingers flex a little tighter, and heat burns through my veins. Her other hand ventures lower, dancing over my stomach, teasing my hip, squeezing my ass.
“Y-yes,” I whimper. My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat drumming against her fingers.
Any more of this and I might just come on the spot.
That would be a first.
I press my ass back against her, grinding against her crotch. My worry about getting caught is long gone, replaced by a desperate need to feel more of her. I want her hands to set my body on fire and for her mouth to soothe the burn.
“You’re dangerous, preciosa,” she growls quietly against the shell of my ear.
I open my eyes and crane my neck to see the dark heat beating off her. Her lips are hardened into a line, her eyes hooded with desire. Just the sight of her looking at me like she wants to devour me makes my knees weak, but she keeps me upright with her body.
She has me trapped, pinned in place, and I’m completely at her mercy.
“I’m dangerous?” I ask with a smirk. “Pretty sure you’re the one with their hand around my throat.”
Another growl rolls in her chest and makes my skin tingle. She pulls up the end of my dress, her fingers racing to slip beneath the waistband of my leggings. They dive lower, teasing over my lacy thong.
“You wore these just for me, didn’t you?” she murmurs, her fingertips dancing slow circles over my clit through the fabric. “Were you hoping for a repeat of the other day, Riann? Do you want me to make you come again?”
I squeeze my eyes closed, slick dripping down my thighs. If it weren’t for my leggings, I’m sure there would be a puddle on the floor.
“Yes,” I whine, hating the desperation in my tone. “I want you to fuck me again.”
She groans as she buries her face in the crook of my neck, her voice muffled against my skin. “How could I say no when you talk like that?”
I gasp as wet heat suddenly presses against my shoulder, and my pussy weeps in envy as I realize she's painting a lick up my neck. “It's like you're begging me to eat you again.”
Her fingers rub over my pussy, still teasing through my thong, and I grind my ass back against her again. I rock back and forth over her fingers, desperate for friction.
“Skylar,” I gasp as spirals of pleasure roll through me again. “Skylar, I—”
“Sshhh,” she whispers. “You can't make a noise.”
“I don't… I don't know if I can keep quiet,” I reply, already fighting back a whine. “It's so hard when you're touching me.”
“You mean like this?” she asks, just before one of her fingers slips beneath my thong and traces the length of my seam. A moan tears from me that I know anyone passing by in the hall can hear.
“I’m sorry!” I gasp, my nipples on fire as I buck my hips, eager to feel more of her.
Rather than dipping her hand lower or teasing me more, Skylar suddenly goes still.
My heart lurches.
Did she hear someone? Are we about to be caught with her hand down my pants?
My stomach drops as the fingers around my throat disappear, and she extracts her hand from my leggings.
I whip around in time to see her ditch her lab coat, tossing it over her stool, and watch as she unbuttons the cuffs around her wrists.
As she rolls up her sleeves, my eyes fall to the vibrant designs with pitch back lines wrapped around her muscular forearms, the ones I committed to memory the other night in my hotel room.
Her dark eyes flick up and lock with mine.
“Bend over, preciosa. It's time for me to examine your pussy.” Her tone is stern, but not sharp enough to be a bark, and my feet move the second the words leave her mouth. I obey, bending over the exam table, my ass on display for her.
Excitement tremors through me at the thought of what's coming, and I crane my neck to look back at her.
“Like this?” I ask, tension bubbling in my stomach.
The last thing I want is to disappoint my alpha. I’ll do exactly as she asks, even if she wants me to crawl across the floor to her.
“Just like that.” Each of her words is punctuated by a footstep as she makes her way over. “Now, lift your dress for me.”
My pussy clenches at the command and I obey, dragging the sage green material up to my waist. Skylar hums as her hand smooths over the curve of my lycra-clad ass, and a second later her fingers hook beneath the elastic.
She drags them down, along with my thong, and the cool air of the exam room licks at my hot center.
“You’re so gorgeous, Riann,” she murmurs appreciatively. “Especially when you’re showing off for me like this.”
Her hand dances over my ass cheek again, blazing a trail of fire over my skin, before she withdraws, and I watch her lift her hand.
I'm about to ask what's happening, but before I can say a word her hand slaps my soft flesh with a crack.
I cry out, quickly clapping a palm over my mouth to cut off the sound.
Heat tears through me as she spanks me again, this time on the other cheek, and I give a muffled moan.
Slick pours down my inner thighs, and Skylar leans over me, her body pinning me to the exam table. Her chest rumbles, the vibrations fluttering over my back. “I need to feel you squeezing around my fingers again.”
A pitiful moan crawls up my throat. “Please.”
I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but I’ll take anything. I don’t care as long as she’s touching me, teasing me, loving me.
I wiggle my ass to urge her on, growing more impatient by the second. I thought her going down on me was heavenly, but having a huge alpha press me into the soft top of the exam table is something else altogether.
She lifts her hand, two fingers knocking against my mouth.
“You suck on these while I take care of your hungry pussy,” she says, her voice gravelly.
My mouth falls open slightly. “Why?”
“I'd love to hear you screaming, preciosa, but we can’t risk it. So I'm going to keep your mouth occupied while I touch you.”
My nerves explode as I look at the long, solid fingers I’ve admired since I first saw them. I’ve already been so loud that we should have been caught twice. Either it’s a miracle no one has figured out what we’re doing, or maybe it’s more common to hear omegas moaning in the clinic than I thought.
I swallow the stab of jealousy as easily as I swallow her fingers, locking my lips around the slender digits.
“I said suck on me, Riann,” she says with a growl.
This wasn’t exactly taught in the academy. They had “suggested reading material” that included how-to’s, but that was for male alphas shoving enormous, knotted cocks in my face.
This is leagues out of my comfort zone, but she knows what she’s doing, and I trust her. I hollow my cheeks, sucking the digits. When the rough pads of her fingertips stroke the very back of my tongue, I let out a muffled cry. I close my lips harder around her fingers to keep myself quiet.
“Do you like the feel of me in your mouth?”
My eyelids close as I suck again, sparks of desire lighting up my veins.
“Good, because I don’t want to miss a single part of you.”
I gasp as her other hand grazes my entrance, two fingers sinking into my pussy with ease. A cry crawls up my throat, vibrating around her.
Her index and pinky fingers ride the outside of my pussy as she sinks the other two deep, hitting just the right spot to make stars burst behind my eyes.
All I can feel are her fingers, her body, and her heated breaths between the nips and kisses she plants on my skin.
Her thrusts slowly pick up their pace, and I'm unable to fight the steady string of moans forming around her fingers.
“Sshhh,” she hushes in my ear. “You don't want to get us caught do you?”
I shake my head the little amount that I'm able, and my pussy clenches when she nudges my legs apart with her knee.
The position change lets her fingers sink even deeper, and my legs tremble as she fucks me harder.
It takes everything in me to keep quiet, swallowing down the whines clawing up my throat but I manage—
Until her thumb brushes over my asshole, and a tiny squeak escapes me.
“Your pussy takes me so well,” she mutters against my shoulder. “I wonder if you’ll enjoy me just as much in your ass.”
I inhale sharply, my jaw falling slack around her fingers, as she presses her thumb against my asshole while her fingers continue to work inside me.
The sensation is a tease that leaves me desperate for more.
I want her everywhere, in all my holes, all at once.
Wiggling my hips to match her movements, I press back to urge her on.
She chuckles throatily, her teeth grazing my shoulder and making my pussy flutter as her thumb presses harder. As it slips inside, my eyes roll back, pleasure exploding through me at the foreign feeling.
Thank god, for this table.
Otherwise, I’d be a puddle on the floor…
All the stimulation is driving me wild, and I twerk my hips again, urging her deeper. Another muffled cry rings from me as she fucks into me faster, and my whole core throbs.
“Ride my fingers, Riann. Take whatever you need,” she urges.
I whimper as her fingers slide deeper, and my hips thrust more wildly. It all feels so fucking good. Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes as she strokes my tongue, her fingers slipping further back in my throat.
“Can you take more?” Skylar growls, her voice impossibly low as she nips me on the neck. “I think you can.”
I barely have a second to prepare before she slips a third finger in my pussy and thrusts, picking up to a blinding pace that has me pressing hard on the exam table to keep myself steady. I suck harder on her fingers, almost biting her as I hold back my scream.
The pleasure builds, burning, spiraling through me as I inch closer to climax.
Her smoky pine scent fills my lungs with every inhale, and my skin is on fire as she peppers kisses along my neck, my shoulders.
I’m so close, every muscle in my body coiling tight as my alpha fucks me from both ends.
It’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Come for me, Riann,” Skylar rumbles low in my ear, and that’s all it takes for me to shatter. My orgasm slams into me so hard that I squeeze my eyes closed, my pussy and ass clenching hard around her as she whispers praise in my ear.
“That’s it, preciosa. All I want is to watch you come,” she murmurs as I pry my eyes open. She gently pulls her fingers out of my mouth and leans forward to press a soft kiss to my temple as I gasp for breath. “And it’s the prettiest thing I've ever seen.”