7. CHAPTER SIX
Everything about Wiz was like a fever dream to me.
His body was something that made me want to weep to the gods and thank them for smiling down on me tonight. Every inch of him was just as sculpted as thought and knew he’d be.
My fingers traced the lines and grooves of his chest, giving him a moment to slide the condom on, and I couldn’t help but lean forward, giving his flesh a light nip which surprised both of us.
I typically wasn’t a biter in bed as my bites had the potential of ending in a bond.
It was all hormones based—the claiming of a mate—and the chemical that was produced by my teeth when aroused proved that. But it still wasn’t something I wanted to risk happening.
Not that I could actually bond another alpha without an omega as our center—so there wasn’t much risk—but it did seem to turn the alpha above me on even more. His hips kicked forward as he sheathed his long length with the latex condom, his dark eyes widening inexplicably as he stared down at me.
“Jesus, Ciara, don’t do that unless you want me to come right away,” Wiz grumbled as he squinted, working to regain control over himself again.
“Sorry,” I apologized sheepishly. “But you’re going to have to keep my mouth busy if you don’t want me to bite.”
Popping my bottom lip out into a mock-pout, I purred with satisfaction when Wiz obliged my childish request and dropped his lips to mine. Then I felt him line the thick head of his cock with my aching entrance.
Earlier, when his face had been buried between my thighs, I had all but given in to the other alpha’s control—something I’d tried hard to never make a habit of.
I was usually the one in charge in the bedroom and the betas I slept with were usually pretty happy about it. The few alphas I slept with humored me—and if they didn’t? Then I’d politely show them to the door.
But Wiz, who seemed to be one of the softer, more boyish alphas I’d met in a while, had nearly made me give up control and beg for his mouth to finish me off.
And I didn’t beg. Ever.
Brushing the black hair that had flopped down out of his eyes, I sucked in a breath as he began to press inside of my already clutching pussy.
“You’re tight,” he muttered, his expression perplexed as he continued the slow slide until he was seated completely up to his knot.
I’d taken a knot once before, but the memory was one that I’d spent four years trying to forget, so I pushed it out of the way in favor of focusing on how full Wiz’s cock made me feel.
It was thicker than I’d first thought it would be when my hands wrapped around it earlier. Now it stretched me, his knot gently spreading my entrance wider before retreating as he pulled back for his first thrust.
Once he’d bottomed out again, Wiz’s head shot up suddenly, his dark eyes hazy and his cheeks flushed. “Can I just go for it?”
“I was hoping you would,” I teased, giving in to the urge to give the tip of his nose a playful tap.
Without further ado, his hips slammed forward roughly, chasing all thoughts from my mind but the friction between us that was being stoked.
The pace he set was almost punishing, a complete contrast to the sweet demeanor he’d given off, and oh gods was it toe-curlingly good.
It’d been a few months since the last time I’d slept with anyone, so the craving for it had been steadily increasing already, but everything about the alpha above me made me want to never go without it again.
Wiz’s lips left mine and trailed along my neck, his arms pulling me up off the bed so I was pretty much hanging from his body with my back bowed in a half-moon as we writhed together.
“Sweet heavens,” I said with an unabashed moan as my legs curled around his ass and urged him on.
The tingling of the orgasm that he’d nearly given me earlier was starting up again and I found my eyes fluttering shut as I nearly nibbled a hole in my lip trying to fend it off for a little bit longer and failing entirely.
My scream echoed off of the walls as I came, my insides clutching at Wiz’s thick length.
I was still twitching when he pulled out and flipped me over so that my ass was in the air.
“Give me a second,” I moaned, reaching back to push at his stomach as he slid deep inside again. The angle of the new position brought the head of his cock right up against one of my sensitive spots and the flutters started again despite never really stopping in the first place.
“Nope,” Wiz growled, curling over my back as his fingers gripped my hips hard and he slammed into me again, every nerve ending in my body lighting up as we made synchronous growls of pleasure. “I’m going to pull every possible orgasm I can from you tonight.”
Then his lips were next to my ear, “And then I’m going to get some more from you after that, just for fun.”
My entire body shuddered with anticipation.
After that, the next couple of hours were a hazy flash of writhing bodies, pants, moans, and the occasional growl.
By the time I felt myself come to and realize that we’d both been thrown into a rut, I was lazily riding him, his cock still rock hard inside of my tender, slightly sore pussy. Feathers floated around us from a few of the shredded pillows, decorating the bed in a thin layer of soft down.
Wiz’s entire body was flushed pink as our tongues entwined in a gasping kiss and his eyes were only half-open as he looked up at me.
“How long have we been at this?” I asked hoarsely, my entrance fluttering weakly, and I reached down to give his overly swollen knot a squeeze.
Wiz’s head lolled to the side so he could look at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Three hours or so?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve had a rut,” I told him, sucking in a breath as he came inside of me, warm spreading from his condomless cock. “When did we stop using condoms?”
“When we went through the whole box, at least, I think that’s when. It’s all kind of a blur,” Wiz confessed, holding up the empty box and shaking it to show me that we had in fact gone through it all. Tied off condoms were strewn about on the bed around us, attesting to the fact that we’d both been victims of an alpha rut. “I’ve never felt like that before.”
I frowned as I lifted myself off of his finally softening length, making a noise as a gush of his seed leaked and began to trickle down my thighs. “You’ve never been in a rut?”
Wiz sat up, his arms shaking as he rested on his elbows and reached for some tissues to help clean the both of us up. “No. Not like that. I’ve mostly slept with betas up to this point.”
The confession was sheepishly said as he gently wiped away the excess moisture, the tissue making my insides jump as he brushed past my too-sensitive clit.
“So I’m your first?” I asked, my voice odd even to my own ears. On one hand, the instinctual part of me liked that I was the first person to tip the man in front of me into a rut. My inner alpha was pleased as fuck with herself and was urging me to bite the fuck out of him and really mark him as mine even if it wouldn’t stick.
But the rational, and frankly fucked up, version of myself was panicking at the realization.
I was a no strings attached kind of gal, and taking a man’s first rut felt very string-like. Especially seeing as there was a high likelihood that he was going to be traded to the Stallions in the coming months.
“Yeah, it seems like it.” Wiz gave me yet another one of his half-dimpled smiles which was the thing that had gotten me into this damn situation in the first place.
Why did you do this, Ciara? I scolded myself inwardly as we quietly collected the plethora of tied off condoms and deposited them into the waste bin.
I knew exactly why I’d done it.
I’d been all but ready to write the night off as a wash after he told me about the potential trade. Then I’d seen Leith and I’d acted purely on instinct, needing to use something to help me forget about the alpha who’d very nearly made me break my rules four years ago.
And in doing so, it seemed like I was going to be breaking even more rules with the cute alpha who was still frowning at the box of condoms. “There were fifteen in here. I’m surprised I don’t look like a raisin right now.”
Despite my inner panic, I couldn’t help but snort at the joke. “Seems to me like you were a bit pent up.”
“I guess so, it’s been a couple of years,” Wiz said offhandedly and I winced.
Another string to add to the other one. Hell, maybe more than that at this point.
Normally, I would come, I would fuck, and then I’d get the hell out of dodge before conversations like this could happen.
But there was a wriggling desire blooming in my chest. A desire to be in this man’s company a whole hell of a lot longer than usual.
I opened my mouth to break yet another rule and ask him about it, but the buzz of my cell phone saved me from myself.
Brynn was calling, her face lighting up the screen as she stuck her tongue out at the camera.
“I’ve got to go.” I hurried to stand and snatch my rumpled black dress up off the ground.
Wiz frowned, his dark brows drawing together as he sat up straight. “Already?”
I held the phone up so that he could see the incoming call. “Sorry, family calls.”
Wiz reached out and gently grabbed my free hand. “Can I see you again? If I end up back in Seattle?”
Tiny alarm bells were ringing in my head.
Tell him no, my brain whispered.
“…Sure,” my traitorous mouth, driven by instinct and the fact that he’d just fucked my brains out in a way they hadn’t been in years, said out loud.
Wiz’s frown melted and he shot me a bright smile that was so broad that I realized that he actually had two dimples making him look too cute for words. “I look forward to it.”
A strangled noise left my lips and I couldn’t help but drop a knee onto the bed and pull him in for one last, blistering kiss.
He was damned adorable and damned dangerous. I needed to get the hell away from him before I got any ideas about him sticking around.
I had rules for a reason—even if I always seemed to break them whenever I stepped foot onto the cobbled streets of Edinburgh.
The urge to climb back into the rumpled bed with him and continue where we’d left off was almost overwhelming and I nearly did just that, but the insistent buzzing of my phone dulled whatever ardor I was working on rebuilding with the man in front of me.
“Bye,” I murmured against his mouth before straightening and hurrying for the door, not daring to look back at him.
I made sure that I was halfway down the hallway before finally answering the phone. “What do you want, oh cockblocking sister of mine?”
There was a huff of male laughter on the other end, telling me that I was on speaker and Brynn’s two alphas had heard me. It didn’t matter much to me, there wasn’t much about my sex life that they hadn’t heard about.
I was fairly sure that the three of them listened to all of my escapades for the drama of it all. It was like their version of a soap opera, starring me.
“We were just wondering where you were.” Brynn’s voice was nonchalant, but it was clear she was prying for information about my night.
“Just leaving the main athletes hotel and heading back to the family wing,” I told her, tapping on the elevator button.
It wasn’t as spaced out as the Olympic village had been in Norway four years ago, but the hotel was ritzy and the amenities were nice.
And the gold medal sitting in my room was definitely a bonus.
“You were with him for three hours?” Brynn blurted, and I heard the sound of shuffling and a door closing. “Was it that good?”
My lips curled up into a dry grin. “I assume I’m off speaker phone now?”
“Uh-huh, though I’m sure they’re in too much shock to have even noticed me leaving. Ceer, you never go anywhere with anyone for longer than an hour.”
“That’s not true,” I said, my spine snapping straight as I defended myself. “I spent the night with Richter at the dads’ wedding.”
Brynn’s snort of derisive laughter filled my ear as the elevator seemed to finally make it to my floor and I stepped on.
“Yeah and he’s obsessed with you now.”
I winced at that. She wasn’t wrong, the burly right winger had blown up my phone for months after the wedding. It had taken Alexei threatening to kick him onto the practice squad to get him to leave me alone.
To be completely fair to myself, I had drunk a lot of tequila that night, so my sleeping in the same bed as him was thanks to that rather than any attachment on my part.
“He is not obsessed with me,” I told her halfheartedly as the elevator descended.
“And my hair isn’t red,” Brynn shot back and I could almost hear her eyes rolling in the characteristic Peterson fashion. I’d been at the receiving end of the Peterson eye roll for almost fifteen years, so I was an expert at picking it out even over the phone.
Putting on my best Aurelia impression, I held the phone close to my mouth. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me, young lady.”
“Ugh, don’t do that.” I heard her shudder on the other end of the line. “It’s creepy how good you are at that.”
“I’ve had years of practice,” I sniffed curtly. “So, again, why did you call? It’s not like you were expecting me back tonight.”
It wasn’t out of order for me to be out all night, especially on celebration nights like this.
“Well…” Brynn began, trailing off in my ear.
There was only one reason for her to sound as nervous as she was.
“You didn’t spill the beans to the dads did you?”
There was a brief pause.
“Define spilled.”
“Did you tell them that I was hooking up with someone?”
While I was a twenty-six-year-old woman that didn’t need anyone’s permission to sleep with whoever the fuck I wanted… that also didn’t mean I wanted the two father figures in my life to know about it.
“No—not exactly—we just said you met up with some friends from Team Ireland and were going to be out late is all…”
“That lie only works if they hadn’t seen those arseholes snub us at the opening ceremony, Brynny,” I told her dryly as I scrubbed a hand through my hair and picked something out of it.
Upon further inspection, I found a down feather from one of the pillows on Wiz’s bed. Giving my hair a shake, I was dismayed to find more feathers falling from my curls.
“Ugh,” I muttered, a bit amazed and just a hint embarrassed at the evidence of our loss of control.
“It’s not your fault they’re so butthurt because you decided to skate for Team USA. It was a smart decision. They would have jumped on Colt’s sponsorship too if given half the chance.” Brynn was babbling now on the other end of the line.
I couldn’t be terribly mad at Brynn, she’d done her part as wingwoman for the night—with the help of Nash—but I knew the dads were going to want some kind of explanation about my being out late into the night.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened.
“I’ll be back soon, are they waiting up for me?” I asked, nearly running into someone getting onto the elevator. “Oh, sorr—”
“No, Thea convinced them to go to bed telling them that you are, in fact, a big girl who can handle yourself.” Brynn’s laugh was far away as I stared up at the person I’d just run into with the same shock I’d felt earlier outside of the club. “Ceer? Are you still there?”
“I gotta go,” I told her, my tongue suddenly feeling too thick for my mouth.
I hung up on her mid-sentence, my mouth opening and closing as I tried to find the words that had eluded me earlier.
“Ciara,” Leith said in a whoosh that, if I didn’t know better, sounded almost like relief. “I was hoping I’d run into you again.”
As I took in his face and the flare of his nostrils as he, undoubtedly, smelled Wiz all over my body, I came to a very solid conclusion:
I needed to get the fuck out of Scotland ASAP.