Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Zeb
She laughs. She thinks I’m joking.
Not even a little.
I always thought I knew my place in the world. But I didn’t have a clue. It took one sassy omega to wake me up and bring enlightenment to my door.
I’m going to fuck her. Correction, I need to fuck her. I need to feel her body under mine, her lips, her cunt stretching around my dick as I pound into her.
I’m hard in an instant. I need inside her, like, yesterday. “Bedroom?” I mutter against her throat.
“Behind you,” she breathes. I turn with her still in my arms, and stride for the room.
Her quarters are functional and small, just enough to provide a private space. Next time this is going to happen in my home where there’s a bigger goddamn bed.
I drop her on the bed coming straight down over her.
My fingers are in her hair, holding her still, and my lips crash over hers.
Our tongues tangle. We’re nothing but breathy pants and urgency.
Her fingers are on my jacket’s lapels, trying to shove it over my arms. I’ve got my hand under the hem of her sexy healer dress and her plump tit is my hand.
I want to consume her, swallow her whole, to remind her that she’s mine, that we belong together. That while I might not be the perfect type for her on paper, none of that matters because soul deep we belong.
I’ve always known something was lurking underneath the surface. A part of me I kept locked behind a door. It’s possessive. Dominant. It would kill for this woman in a heartbeat.
And, yeah, it’s also me.
I tear my lips from hers. My teeth find the soft flesh of her throat, nipping.
Blood. I need to taste hers. She needs to taste mine. I want her mark on me. That’s what omegas do to their mate, letting the world know of their claim, of their property.
“God, take your clothes off. I need you, Zeb.”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I rock back on to my heels, rip my jacket off and toss it aside. My shirt comes next, landing in a heap on the floor.
She’s already tearing her dress over her head. Her tits are jiggling about as she lifts her hips and grabs her panties to pull them down.
Fuck, yes! I snatch them from her hands, rip them down, and toss them behind me.
“Pants,” she mutters breathlessly, when I dive for her.
In a minute… My lips are on her tit, sucking her plump nipple into my mouth. She moans, her fingers spearing my hair.
Needy little thing.
I switch to the other side, sucking little love bites all over the plump flesh before latching onto her nipple, and sucking hard.
“God, please!” she mumbles, trying to tear me off.
It penetrates the crazy that’s enveloped my mind. I lift my head, feeling a mask come down over me.
She’s breathing heavily, her lips puffy from my kisses. Little marks are blooming all over her tits and throat. Savage satisfaction slams into me seeing them there.
We stare at one another.
“What?” she says breathlessly. “What is that look?”
I smirk. “Somebody is due a punishment.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s app—”
“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.” I rock back, climb off the bed and strip out of my remaining clothes.
She pushes up to a kneeling position, her eyes going straight to my dick… which is a modest size at present. Perfect for what I have in mind.
I fist my cock and slowly stroke. She swallows. “Get over here and make me hard.”
Huffing out a little breath, she crawls toward the end of the bed where I wait for her hot little mouth to work its magic. “I don’t think you need any help.”
My grin feels dark and unwholesome on my lips. I sink my fingers into her hair and draw her sweet lips closer. “Suck it, baby. Make it good. And then we’re going to check your nightstand drawer for lubricant.
Her eyes snap to meet mine.
“You’re definitely gonna need some for what I have in mind.”
She groans: fucking groans. And then her lips are on me and she’s sucking me straight to the back of her throat.
Goddamn, she’s good at this.
I throw a look up at the ceiling and fight the urge to blow. And I still want to kill every other fucker that’s ever had this pleasure from her.
I tighten my fingers on her hair. “I’m going to fuck your ass. You ever been taken there before?”
“Uh-uh,” she mumbles around my cock.
Well, damn, that wakes up my feral. I drag her off. Her lips are glistening, and her glazed eyes stare up at me.
“But you’ll let me, won’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“That’s my good fucking girl. Am I going to find what I need in your nightstand?”
Her cheeks are already pink and pretty, but they take on a deeper hue. She nods and looks away.
I grin. “Hands and knees, baby.”
With a little moan, she’s straight into position with her perfect ass on display. My dick is fucking painful with need and her cunt is just there, all slick with arousal… dripping. Maybe I’ll fuck her there first. Take the edge off?
No, I need this. We both need this. To feel, to forget, to remember.
Her body is trembling, and she stays in position as I round the bed and open the drawer, then pause for a moment, looking down into it.
I grunt. A low chuckle follows next.
“It’s not mine,” she stammers, burying her face deeper into the covers. “Well, it sort of is. But I haven’t even used it! Diana thought it might help—god shoot me now! Please pretend you didn’t see it.”
“Not a chance,” I say, taking the bottle of lubricant and the fat dildo complete with a knot from the drawer. I put them down on the bottom of the bed. Then draw my belt from my pants where they are laying on the floor.
She twitches, glances back, sees what I’m doing, and groans.
“You ever been spanked before?”
There’s a long pause. “Yes.”
Fuck. That pisses me right off.
“And a belt?”
“Zeb!”
My palm lands against the ass with a sharp clap. “Answer the damn question!”
“Yes,” she moans.
My skin threatens to pop—my beast is on board with this. “And did you like it?”
There’s a very long pause this time broken only when my hand spanks sharply against her other ass cheek. Fresh pink blooms against her skin.
“Yes! God, yes.”
Well, fuck. Now my dick is dribbling… and that cute little puckered hole is just waiting for me to defile it. Mine. All of her is mine.
“Are you going to let me do that? Are you going to let me take your virgin ass?”
Another pause. This one nearly kills me.
“Yes,” she says. “I trust you. I’ll give you anything, Zeb, anything you desire.”
Those words blow my fucking mind. “You need me to stop, you tell me.”
“I won’t need you to.”
I lean over her, capture her chin, and turn her to face me. “If you need me to stop, you will tell me, understood?”
“I-I will.”
“Good girl.”
Then I’m behind her, the belt in my hand. The first crack is loud in the quiet room.
Her moan is visceral pleasure and agony. A pink stripe blooms and slick splatters over the bed beneath her.
Goddamn. I’m gone.
Esme
I welcome the first stroke of the belt; it’s a form of cathartic release. His low growl in response to my cry is one of deep satisfaction. I can only imagine what I look like, dripping with need.
The rest of the universe doesn’t matter. There is only me and him. How could I even doubt for a second that this wasn’t right because he’s not an alpha?
“More,” I beg, and he gives me more. The burn against my flesh makes me tremble and quake. It makes me wet. My pussy feels swollen, like every bite of the lash wakes me up to him and his brand of domination.
This is what I’ve always craved. Someone I can give myself to completely, someone I can trust.
Tears begin to stream down my cheeks. The thread connecting us thrums happily, even as my body arches and cries tear from my lips. I’m so close to climaxing. I can feel it building. Not a hope I can stop myself. It’s just rising and rising.
The belt clatters against the floor. A sob of denial tears from my lips.
“Hush.” He’s touching me, his fingers, against my ass, whisper soft against the burning flesh, making me twitch and groan.
“I need to come. I need to come!”
“Not yet.” His tone is implacable. It brokers no dissent. “Not until I say.”
He leans back, and it’s all I can do to remain still when all I want is to rub against him.
I hear a click and then cool liquid trickles between the cheeks of my ass. Then his fingers are there, sliding through the slickness and pushing straight into my pussy, stretching me.
“Oh god!”
I’m so close to climaxing and all he’s done is push his fingers inside me.
“Don’t come,” he warns, voice low, determined.
And I just hang there, caught on the edge of bliss as he pumps his fingers slowly in and out, then carefully circling my throbbing clit before plunging back in.
I’m so sensitive and throbbing, swollen, and then his fingers glide out and back.
More lubricant tickles. This time, his fingertips circling the entrance to my ass, making me twitch and groan, before he carefully, slowly, eases a single finger in.
“More,” I beg. My cheeks are damp from my earlier tears. I feel messy in the best kind of way.
“When I’m ready.”
He is unraveling me, his finger pumping slowly in and out. More lubricant. And then a second finger, filling me, stretching me.
Oh, this burns. Secret, dark nerves I never knew existed awakening one by one.
“Too much?”
“No.” My head shakes firmly.
He chuckles, like I just showed him how very eager I am.
“Hmm,” he says. “Maybe we should wait—”
“Don’t you dare!”
He pumps his two fingers in and out a little quicker. There is so much lubricant that, even though it’s a stretch, they just slide into me easily. Dark, twisty pleasure, so pure I would pray to receive this each and every day.
“You’re perfect,” he purrs. “So fucking perfect it makes me crazy just touching you.”
His words compel me as surely as his touch. The emotional currents have me in a riptide. I love this man, and hearing him echo my thoughts is a revelation.
I feel them too, inside, so bright and clear, and it makes everything I feel impossibly more.