41. Delilah
Chapter forty-one
Phantom’s ice-blue eyes blaze with desire as they stare up at me from between my thighs, the hunger in their depths making my belly flutter.
I’m balanced perfectly on the edge of the fridge, Phantom’s body preventing the freezer door from opening under me as he steps even closer, forcing my legs wide to accommodate him.
“You’ve been such a good girl, staying up here for me. And good girls get rewards, don’t they?”
I let out a choked exhale as he practically purrs the question, his accent lending a musical quality to his filthy words. I nod absently, too transfixed to do anything else. Phantom hums as he nips his way up the insides of my thighs, alternating legs until they’re both shaking with anticipation.
“You’ve made quite the mess of your panties, baby doll,” Phantom murmurs with a little chuckle.
I flush and look away, closing my eyes so I don’t have to see his smirk or the twinkle in his eyes.
It’s been so long since an alpha touched me, and being surrounded by his salt and sea scent with no way to move away or get relief, I’ll be surprised if I haven’t left a wet spot where I’ve been sitting.
But I don’t have a chance to think more about my embarrassment as Phantom’s mouth drops down to cover my cotton-covered slit, kissing and sucking on me through the fabric. My stomach swoops with the sudden burst of pleasure, my toes curling.
“I knew you’d be sweet, but fuckin’ hell, baby doll,” Phantom groans, words punctuated with kisses.
My head falls back as he focuses his attention right at the apex of my core, teeth clamping down enough for me to feel it, a moan trying to escape before I clamp my lips together.
But as I do, Phantom turns his head and bites down on my inner thigh, harder than before.
I jump and look down at him, breathing hard but meeting his narrowed eyes.
“Don’t you dare try to hide your sounds from me again, d’ya understand me?” he snaps, his accent a little thicker.
I chew on the inside of my lower lip, my eyes flicking toward the bedroom hallway. But before I can respond, one of Phantom’s hands comes up and drops a quick swat along the outside of my thigh. I squeak and turn back to him, flushing even hotter as my pussy flutters.
“I don’t fuckin’ care if Jesus Christ comes outta there. You keep your eyes on me while I’m worshipping you. And if you try to hide your little noises again, I’m gonna pull you down here and bend you over my knee instead. Am I understood, baby doll?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I answer automatically.
Phantom smirks. “Cute, but no. You call me Daddy.”
Something in my brain short-circuits for a moment, and I can only blink down at him. But he doesn’t move, waiting for me to reply.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I whisper, enjoying the way the words fall from my lips perhaps a little too much.
“That’s my good girl,” Phantom growls, smile turning positively wicked.
I don’t have time to brace myself as he suddenly pulls my panties to the side and dives back into my dripping slit tongue first. My back arches as I let out a gasp, before it melts into a moan.
He runs his tongue up and down my entrance, teasing it before moving to my clit, using the tip of his tongue to flick the swollen nub over and over, rocketing me skyward with overwhelming pleasure.
One of my hands goes to his hair, gripping the top of his head not enough to hurt, but just for something to ground me.
“So…fucking…delicious, baby doll,” he pants, sucking and moaning as he explores every part of me that he can reach.
I shudder and gasp as he takes my clit between his lips, teasing it with his tongue at the same time. I moan out loud, the sound fading into a keening whine. I try to breathe, to control the shaking in my legs. But it’s been so long, and it doesn’t take much to push me right to the edge.
“Daddy…” I whimper, trying to roll my hips.
Phantom growls against me, the vibrations making me jump and groan. But his arms hold me exactly where he wants me, no room to run or hide from the pleasure building in my belly.
“You gonna make a mess all over my face, baby girl? I want you to. Let go for Daddy and fucking come,” Phantom snarls.
I cry out as he shifts his grip on my hips, freeing one of his hands and pressing two fingers into my dripping pussy, the wet sound obscene and decadent all at the same time.
My spine curls inward as he curls his fingers inside me, slow, deliberate strokes to my upper wall that hit my sweet spot with preternatural accuracy.
And when he starts sucking on my clit again, I couldn’t care less who can hear my scream as I come undone.
Phantom moans against my core as my pussy tightens around his fingers, not stopping even as I gasp for air.
Pleasure floods my system like liquid fire, stars bursting behind my eyelids.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt like this, and I can’t find it in me to tell him to stop.
Not when my toes curl and another release builds in my core.
“That’s a good girl, so good for me. You gonna come again?” Phantom asks breathlessly, pulling back slightly to look up at me while his fingers continue to pump and curl inside me.
“Yes, Daddy. Please,” I whine.
My thighs shake as I try to close them, but Phantom’s shoulders hold me open, completely exposed for whatever he wants to do to me.
My head drops back as he moves his free hand, pressing on my lower belly firmly.
Every movement of his hand inside me feels so much more intense, and I’m on the edge again almost instantly.
“Daddy, I…please, I can’t. Please slow down. I don’t—”
“Oh, I know what you’re going to do, baby doll,” Phantom growls, cutting across my half-hearted pleas. “I told you to make a mess. And you want to do what Daddy says, don’t you?”
I nod, chest heaving. I let out a shout as he pushes harder on my lower belly, his thumb circling my clit relentlessly. And when he bites down on my inner thigh, nothing on earth could stop the flood that pours from me, splashing all over the fridge door, Phantom’s chest, and down to the floor.
“There she fucking is. Such a good, fucking girl, doing what she’s told.”
Phantom’s voice takes on an almost primal edge before he leans in and starts sucking and licking around his fingers, lapping at my swollen entrance and clit.
I whine, a true omega sound this time, as the pleasure starts to turn to pain, my hips pulling back on instinct.
Phantom’s eyes snap to my face, and I’m not sure what he sees, but something shifts in his expression, softening around the eyes as he nods.
His touch turns from demanding to something more comforting, working me down from the high.
When he finally slows his fingers and pulls them from my slit, I breathe out slowly, my exhale a little shaky even to my own ears.
I try to focus on my breathing, soothing myself like I’m used to doing.
But to my surprise, Phantom wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me down from the fridge and setting me down on the island, before he turns to the sink and fills a glass with water and hands it to me.
“Drink up, baby girl. Then I’ll get ya settled on the couch,” he says, firm but not unkind.
I blink and sip the cool water, exhaling as it soothes my parched throat.
Phantom stays close, his hands roaming over me constantly until I finish the drink.
His body heat radiates into me, chasing away any chills that try to invade my system.
Once I set the glass down, he doesn’t hesitate before scooping me up and taking me over to the couch, tucking a blanket around me tightly before standing back to inspect his work.
“Stay put while I finish breakfast, okay? I can turn on the TV for you, if it’ll help,” Phantom says, smiling slightly.
I shake my head. “I’ll be okay. Then I can get up and help.”
“If you get up before I’m done cooking, I’m putting you back up on the fridge. And I won’t stop this time,” Phantom snaps.
My eyes go wide and I shrink back into the blanket. “Yes, Daddy,” I mutter.
Phantom lets out a deep chuckle before leaning down and kissing my hairline. “Good girl,” he whispers warmly.
When he straightens and heads back into the kitchen, I pull the blanket up to my eyes, hiding the blush that creeps over my cheeks, melting back into the comfort of the couch cushions.
Not long after, the rest of the alphas and Cross emerge from their rooms, chatting quietly as they pour coffee and set the table.
I keep my eyes down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone right now.
But if any of them can pick up on what happened in the kitchen, they are at least polite enough not to say anything.
But that changes when Joker swaggers into the room, throwing himself onto the couch beside me with a shit-eating grin. My eyes go wide with warning, but Joker only giggles.
“You scream so pretty, beautiful. Might have to see what other sounds you make sometime soon,” he teases, winking.
I groan as I pull the blanket all the way over my head, sinking into the couch with my face hot enough to fry an egg.
“And she didn’t even have a knot in her yet,” Phantom adds from the kitchen.
“I assumed. Otherwise, breakfast wouldn’t be almost ready,” Cross replies.
I’m on my feet and scurrying away before Joker can grab me, hiding my face with my hair. But I don’t make it far, Bones grabbing me around the waist and hauling me over his shoulder, making me yelp.
“You can hide after breakfast,” he mutters, just low enough for no one to hear but me.
He’s surprisingly gentle as he puts me down in a chair, the legs scraping along the floor as he pulls it close to his seat, draping an arm over the back. Something passes through the room, and the conversation moves on, much to my relief.
And as promised, the moment I finish eating my portions, no one stops me from dashing out of the room and back into the nest.