51. Cross
Chapter fifty-one
Bones hands Delilah off to me after making his declaration, and I immediately whisk her away to my room. I don’t dare to take her to the med bay, not with Dunne in the forest. It would be stupid to give him another chance to try to grab our girl.
Delilah limps slightly as she sits on my bed, face pale and eyes distant. She’s in her head again, but I need to make sure her feet are cleaned and bandaged before I can see to her mind.
I pull my emergency kit from my closet and kneel before her, gently lifting her left foot by the ankle. She doesn’t fight me, and I gently wipe the sole with a damp cloth.
“He’s really not going to stop, is he?” she asks hoarsely into the silence.
I let out a heavy sigh, shaking my head. “No, honey. He won’t. But we’re going to protect you, okay?”
I look up at her, mouth pulling down into a serious frown. She’s still not looking at me, but she nods all the same. Her expression isn’t giving me any clues to if she believes me or not, but I’m not going to force the subject right now. Not when she’s like this.
Thankfully, her feet aren’t hurt beyond a few superficial scrapes which are easy to disinfect and put bandage strips over. When I’m finished, I look up at Delilah, concern pulling my brows down. She still hasn’t said anything and looks liable to bolt at the first loud noise.
“Honey, look at me, please,” I murmur gently, taking her hands in mine as I shift to one knee.
Slowly, Delilah turns to me, her lower lip trembling. I reach up and cup her cheek with one hand, my heart aching.
“What do you need?” I whisper.
“Out of my head. Please. I…” Delilah trails off as her voice breaks, a single tear escaping from her eye.
I wipe it with my thumb and nod. “Stay here for me. Say ‘yes, Mr. Cross,’ if you agree to let me take the lead,” I say, my voice dropping a little.
Delilah nods. “Yes, Mr. Cross.”
“Good girl. Clothes off for me.”
She moves immediately to obey, but I get to my feet and pace over to my closet again.
This time, I pull three thick bundles of soft rope from the shelf, my mind already working.
I’ve been dying to get Delilah to myself to do this.
When I return back to the room, Delilah is kneeling on the bed, her eyes down and hands resting on her thighs.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful. The transformation from just a few weeks ago has been remarkable, her natural curves filling out spectacularly.
Her breasts are fuller, her face is a little rounder, the soft dip from her hips to her waist is more defined.
“You’re so perfect, honey. I’m going to use some rope on you, okay? Are you claustrophobic?” I ask, approaching the bed with my ropes.
She shakes her head, her dark hair drifting across her pale skin. “No, Mr. Cross.”
A slow smile spreads across my lips. I was hoping she wouldn’t be.
I unfurl the first bundle, moving to start the tie.
She’s like putty in my hands as I work, moving where I ask, trusting me completely.
I check my knot placements constantly, careful not to apply pressure to nerves.
This harness tie should feel like a tight hug, applying deep pressure therapy.
I know it’s working by the time I move on to tying her arms behind her back, which makes my heart sing. Her breathing is noticeably deeper and more even, her eyes softer as she looks at nothing.
“Such a good girl. You look so beautiful, you know. Not just the ropes, but your whole body. I love feeling your softness here.”
I run my hands up her arms, feeling the muscles relax under my touch, no longer skeletal, but proportional.
“And here.”
She lets out a little sigh as I move my hands to her chest, letting her breasts fill my hands. Her breath catches as I massage them, her nipples hardening against my palms.
I lean in so my mouth is beside her ear. “And here.”
Her little whimper as I move my hands from her breasts down to her stomach, growling in satisfaction as I realize I can no longer count her ribs under my hands. Even the little pooch she’s developed is so fucking sexy to me.
“Mr. Cross.”
My name is little more than a sigh on her lips as her head tips back, exposing her pale throat in submission.
“Good girl. Let me take care of you, honey. Just focus on feeling what’s going on in your body. Can you do that for me?” I prompt, shifting my hands to her thighs.
“Yes, Mr. Cross,” she breathes, her nipples hardening even further.
I hum in approval as she lets me part her thighs until I can see her core. My cock, which had been half awake this whole time, springs to full, aching hardness against my boxer briefs as I see her folds already wet and glistening.
“So responsive for me. Such a good girl,” I practically purr, reaching out and running two fingers along her outer lips before bringing them to my lips to taste her.
I moan at the rich sweetness that explodes over my tongue, dark chocolate and something uniquely Delilah.
I need more, need to drown in that delicious nectar.
Leaning forward, I help Delilah to move onto her front, ass in the air and chest to the mattress.
I only take a moment to admire the view before I dive into her core, licking long, wide stripes from her clit to the bottom of her entrance.
Delilah moans my name again, her voice a perfect melody in my ears as I devour her pussy, thrusting my tongue as deep as I can inside her, just to feel the fluttering of her walls.
She doesn’t squirm or fight, just simply takes what I give.
I moan praise between licks, occasionally moving to suck on her clit.
But I don’t want to waste a single drop of her essence.
“Mr. Cross, please. Please don’t stop,” Delilah begs, voice high and needy.
I moan against her entrance as I use my tongue to fuck her. I won’t ever stop, not when it comes to giving this beautiful omega pleasure. She’s known so much hardship, and if I can make her forget that for even just a moment, I’m going to do everything in my power to make it happen.
Delilah’s moans and whimpers get higher and louder, and I shift my focus to her clit, sliding two fingers easily into her pussy. Her walls squeeze the digits as I suck and flick her sensitive bud over and over, until I feel her thighs shaking on either side of my head.
“Come for me, honey. Let go and drown me,” I growl when I come up for air.
She doesn’t need more prompting than that.
Her toes curl and legs shake, but she doesn’t move away.
And then all at once, she screams wordlessly in pleasure, her body bucking as she falls apart.
I feel her walls pulsing around my fingers, drawing me in further and refusing to let go.
But I fight through it, prolonging her climax until she loses strength in her legs and flops down onto my bed.
I pull my fingers out slowly, chuckling to myself. “Good girl, but I’m not done with you yet.”
Delilah turns her head, looking over her shoulder, her steel gray eyes half lidded and glossy with pleasure.
God, she’s so stunning when she’s blissed out like this.
But my cock is practically throbbing with the need to be inside her.
I give her time to catch her breath as I undress, my cock dripping precum as it emerges from its confines.
Despite the weight she’s put on, Delilah is still easy to manhandle, and I move her further onto the bed before climbing up myself.
The harness makes it easy to pull her up with me to the head of the bed, arranging her with pillows under her chest and hips this time to support her on her belly.
“You have the perfect ass, you know that? Just enough to grab onto as I—”
I take two fistfuls of her flesh as I thrust all the way inside her in one movement, Delilah gasping at the sudden fullness.
I groan in my throat as her wet heat surrounds me, her walls still fluttering from her first release.
I curse under my breath, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment while I enjoy the feeling of her.
She’s too perfect for a group of sinners like my pack, but I’ll never be able to let her go.
Not when she feels like heaven around my cock.
I start with long, slow thrusts, letting her feel every inch of me. I adjust my angle with each roll, searching, and I know I’ve found the spot when Delilah’s back arches under me, her moan a little choked.
I chuckle again, gripping the ropes crisscrossing around her waist and hips as I pull her back to meet my thrusts. “Does that feel good, honey?”
Delilah nods, hands twisting in her restraints as she tries to find something to hold on to. I let out a little warning growl, going still.
“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” I correct patronizingly.
“Yes, Mr. Cross. You feel so good, Mr. Cross. Please fuck me more. Please, please, please,” Delilah whines.
“Such a polite girl,” I coo, moving my hips again.
I thrust a little faster than before, my hips snapping against her ass.
I can’t take my eyes off where I disappear inside her cunt, gritting my teeth as I groan with pleasure.
She’s absolutely soaked, my cock gliding in and out with no resistance.
Her walls tighten around me, but I don’t stop, mesmerized.
“Mr. Cross, please may I come? Please?” Delilah pants, her body shaking slightly.
“No, not yet. Hold it for me. Can you do that for me, honey?” I grit out, picking up speed.
She nods and lets out a moan that sounds more like a sob. I feel her tense around me, holding back like the perfect girl she is.
“Just like that, good girl. Don’t you come, not yet. You’re going to wait for me, okay? Wait and hold it until we can come together.”
I’m babbling as I drive my hips harder into hers, that juicy ass bouncing as I pound into her sweet omega pussy.
She’s begging and pleading, her voice so broken and beautiful and mine.
I’ve never wanted someone like this before, never felt this primal urge to claim and protect anyone before.
But Delilah, sweet, innocent, tragic, resilient, beautiful Delilah brings out a part of me that’s been dormant for decades.
I pull out as I feel the edge of my release, rolling onto my back and pulling Delilah over me.
She protests for a moment, but I don’t care.
I need to see her face this time. I need to see her as I fill her.
One of my hands grips the ropes to steady her as she straddles me while the other guides my cock back to her pussy.
We groan in unison as she sinks down my length, somehow taking more of me than before.
“Look at me,” I snarl, thrusting hard and fast from below.
Delilah’s eyes find me, and I grin in feral delight. Her eyes don’t move from mine even as she struggles to hold herself up, her thighs trembling.
“That’s it. Such a good girl. Are you ready to come for me, honey?” I pant, feeling my balls tightening.
She nods emphatically, hair flying around her flushed face. “Yes, Mr. Cross. Please. I need to come so bad. Please let me come.”
I growl in approval, my hips losing their steady rhythm.
I pull her down as I thrust up until, all at once, lightning streaks down my spine and I roar.
My cock throbs inside her pulsing channel, cum pumping deep within her.
My release triggers hers, and her walls clamp down on me, milking me for every drop of seed I have.
It takes several long moments for me to stop coming, even as my cock remains hard inside her.
I’m barely over my first release and I already want to fill her again.
But looking up at her face, I see the exhaustion pulling down her features.
I reach over to my bedside table, grabbing a pair of shears from within the drawer.
I don’t pull out as I cut Delilah free, guiding her down as I massage her limbs to restore blood flow.
“How are you feeling, honey?” I ask gently.
“Puddle,” she mumbles, resting her head on my chest.
I chuckle softly. “The best puddle in the world.”
I feel her smile against my skin as I help arrange her body into a comfortable position, never withdrawing my cock from inside her. She’s half draped over me, her leg hitched across my lower belly, my arm acting as her pillow.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, kissing every part of her face I can reach. “I don’t want to pull out yet.”
Delilah nods, sighing and visibly melting in my arms. “I don’t want you to, either.”
My heart swells and I pull her closer. My cock is slowly softening but I don’t care.
I want to be this close to Delilah for as long as I can.
When I pull back to look at her face, I chuckle softly to myself before leaning in to kiss her forehead.
She’s already asleep in my arms. Exactly where she’s supposed to be.