29. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
“How did you manage all of this?” I asked as we stepped into the hotel suite, my mouth agape as I took it all in.
I’d had an inkling when the elevator kept going up and up that I was about to be surprised by the place Ciara had arranged for us to stay, but I had no idea it would be the penthouse.
The space opened up in front of us, floor to ceiling glass windows overlooking the waterfront which sparkled in the darkness. It had a kitchen and an expensive looking living area complete with a dark leather couch situated around a massive television.
Off to one side was an open doorway that led into an equally large bedroom and on the other side the door opened to what looked like a bathroom.
Ciara dropped her little purse on the coffee table and turned to me with a mischievous smile, her brown eyes sparkling.
“I called in a favor with Colt,” she admitted with a shrug. “He owed me one after moving me in across from you three.”
Crossing the room, I grabbed her hips and drew her to me. She’d made my heart sing tonight by proudly declaring to the world that I was hers. Ciara wasn’t hiding me anymore and it soothed the past hurts that I still nursed. “Didn’t that turn out well enough in the end, though?”
Ciara’s full lips tilted up even more. “It did, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take full advantage to get us a night in this place.”
She then stood on her tiptoes so that her lips were near my ear, her hand sliding down my chest in a way that made me want to throw her down onto the fancy tiled floor and have my way with her. “And if you think the living room is nice, just wait until you see the bathtub.”
With that, Ciara pushed away from me with a laugh and reached up to pull the fancy clip out of her hair, fluffing her curls before heading for the bathroom.
I must have looked completely dumbstruck because she paused before stepping through the door and shot me a look over her shoulder, her eyes sultry with need.
“Are you coming?” she asked before stepping through the door and letting it fall shut behind her.
Trying to pick my jaw up off of the floor, I shucked my suit jacket and made for my shoes when my phone began to buzz in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw Artie’s grinning face staring back at me.
Glancing between the bathroom where the sound of the shower and bathtub turning on filled my ears and my phone, I groaned and answered it.
“Artie, you’re really fucking with me right now,” I told him, tucking my phone into the crook of my neck as I sat on the couch and untied my shoes.
There was a huff of a laugh before the omega spoke. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to check in on you. Enzo and I felt something odd coming down the bond but everything seems okay now.”
That oddness was probably Ciara. I’d felt it too when that arse had gotten in her face. A shock of fear so potent had ricocheted down the bond that I’d nearly thrown a fist at the man.
But as quickly as it came, it was gone and Ciara was telling him off.
I knew Ciara had past hurts that hadn’t quite gone away yet—but I also knew pushing her to talk about them when she wasn’t ready was a one-way ticket to getting her to shut down.
“She’s fine,” I told him, antsy to get off the phone and enjoy my night with the beautiful woman in the shower. “She just had a run-in with a past, ah, ex I supposed?”
The word didn’t quite fit the situation. Ciara didn’t have exes in the way that most people did.
“Richter?” Artie asked, surprising me.
“Yes, you knew about him?”
There was a pause before: “She told me about him even before my heat. The guy won’t leave her alone, which on one hand I totally get. Ciara is hard to forget. Did he hurt her?”
“No,” I said, my fingers tearing at the buttons of my shirt.
“Leith?” Ciara’s voice called from the bathroom, reminding me that she was waiting for me.
Standing, I pulled my shirt off and headed for the bathroom. “Artie, I’ve got to go.”
“You what? Why?” Then there was a murmuring from the other side of the phone that sounded like Enzo and Artie let out a gasping laugh. “Oh hell, apparently in my quest to figure out what happened to Ciara I forgot all about the plan, I’m sorry love. You two go and have fun—we’ll see you in the morning.”
A growl followed by a squeal filled my ear and then the phone cut off, leaving me on my own again.
Tossing the phone on the nearby island counter, I finished undressing and left my clothes in piles on the floor as I approached the ajar door and pushed it open.
Ciara had dimmed the lights until the space was filled with a soft warm glow and as I stepped inside, steam assaulted every one of my senses and I had to squint through it in order to see her shadowed figure crossing from the massive shower stall to the equally massive tub that butted up against the tall windows.
Her form looked almost ethereal in the mist as she turned her head upon hearing my entrance and shot me a grin.
“What took you so long?” she asked as she lifted a leg and stepped into the tub, letting out a little moan that went straight to my cock as she melted into the piping hot water.
“Artie called,” I managed to mumble as I stepped underneath the stream of hot water to rinse off, my eyes never leaving Ciara’s body as I scrubbed at my skin absentmindedly.
I’d seen her naked before, but this may as well have been my first time ever for how I was gawking at her. In the four years since I’d last seen her clearly, her body had softened slightly, her breasts a bit fuller and her hips more of a sloping curve than they’d been before.
“And why did Artie call?” Ciara prompted, making me realize that I’d been staring at her for an inordinate amount of time without explaining myself.
“He felt you through the bond when we were talking to the eejit and wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Turning off the shower, I stepped into the tub and let out a curse. “Ciara, are you trying to burn off a couple of layers of skin here?”
Ciara’s smile was wide as she watched me settle into the boiling hot water with a hiss. “I like a hot bath, the hotter the better.”
She wasted no time crowding in between my legs, her hand skimming up my leg and ghosting around my already aching cock.
Her lips were soft as she kissed me and I let my eyes drift shut, a low groan leaving me as her tongue swiped across my bottom lip.
Then she was gone, sliding away from me and forcing my eyes to open wide as I tried to grab for her.
“You’re teasing me too much, mo ròs,” I growled, following her across the tub until I could put my hands on the edge of the tub on either side of her, bracketing her in.
“Yeah?” She tilted her chin up at me stubbornly, her eyes melting like chocolate as she glanced down my body to where the water obscured my lower half. “And what are you going to do about it?”
Slamming my mouth into hers again, I pressed my body fully up against hers, relishing in the way her slick, smooth skin brushed against mine.
My hands slid down off of the ledge and into the water, and cupping her bare ass, I hauled her up and onto the edge of the tub. Water sluiced down her brown skin, running over my fingers as I looked up the line of her body and met her eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you here in the tub, and then again on that much too big bed, and then I’m going to press you up against the glass and fuck you against the window so everyone can see what a dirty girl you are.” My words were said in a low rumble that made Ciara shudder as she reached down and combed my damp hair out of my face.
“Your mouth has gotten much dirtier over the past couple of years,” she said, a feminine purr leaving her body as I turned to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“Artie likes it,” I murmured, gently pushing on her thighs until they were wide open and her swollen clit was on full display for me. “And judging by your reaction I think you do too.”
Ciara leaned down, momentarily blocking my view as she cupped my face in her hands and gave my lips a gentle nip with her teeth. “One day, I want to put Artie between us and whisper in his ears until he melts into a little omega puddle.”
Heat rolled through me at the visual.
“I look forward to it,” I murmured against her lips once more before giving her a gentle shove until her back was against the tile wall. “But tonight is just for us.”
Ciara’s kiss-reddened lips pulled up into a slow smile that immediately fell when I put my face between her legs and tasted her.
Fingers dug into my hair, pushing me deeper into her cunt and urging me on.
The encouragement was all that I needed.
Spurred on by her little gasps and moans, I slipped one finger and then another inside of her tight entrance, scissoring to spread and prepare her to take me for the first time in four years again.
But first, I wanted her to come for me.
Her clit was practically throbbing under my tongue as I pushed a third finger inside of her, my teeth gently brushing past the sensitive nub until I felt her begin spasm around my knuckles as she let out a loud moan that echoed off of the tiled walls of the bathroom.
“You know,” I said, pulling away with a grin as I slowly eased my fingers out of her still clutching entrance. “If you were a man, one would call you a premature ejaculator.”
Ciara, who was still slumped against the wall shot me a withering look as her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. “Then I suppose I should be glad that I’m a woman.”
Rising from the water, I brought my face close to hers before leaning down to give her jaw a little nip. “I sure am glad because it means I can wring as many orgasms out of you that I want.”
I could feel her lips pull up into a smile as we kissed, her arms wrapping around my neck. “Only if you can keep up, pretty boy.”
“I can do more than that, mo ròs,” I said, hiking her leg around my waist and bringing the head of my cock to her twitching entrance. “Are you ready?”
Ciara’s hand cupped the back of my neck, the tips of her fingers brushing at the edge of my hair as she nodded.
The first press inside of her was slow, almost agonizingly slow. Ciara’s legs tightened around my waist as she clutched at my shoulders, her nails digging into the flesh of my back and making my scalp tingle as my knot finally pressed snugly against the entrance of her cunt.
Pulling free, I pushed home again.
I thought I was giving her time to adjust to me, but Ciara didn’t seem to like that. Pressing her heels into my ass, she pulled me roughly toward her and brought her lips to the side of my face.
“Harder, Leith,” she growled, lifting her hips to meet my next thrust. “Faster.”
Her words tickled the inner alpha that was usually buried deep within my psyche and I felt the haze shift into something more animalistic as I slammed my hips forward, chasing the tingling sensation of pleasure as Ciara moaned her approval.
Hot water sloshed around my hips and over the side of the tub, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the feel of her twisting around me and the little noises leaving her lips.
“More,” she purred, her thick lashing fluttering hazily at me. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
Everything after that was a blur of the slap of flesh and our chorused moans. Sooner than I liked, I felt the telltale skitter down my spine, my breathing stuttering as I realized that I was about to come. I wanted to knot her—or at least try to—but it was too soon for that. She needed to be much more pliable and relaxed in order for me to even think about squeezing my knot inside of her.
We had all night and I fully intended on using every minute of it.
Pushing up off of my knees, I turned and pressed her back to the glass window of the bathroom.
We were facing the waterfront and were high enough up that no one should have been able to see us, but I could tell that even just the idea of being spotted turned Ciara on because of the way her pussy clenched around me.
“You like that, mo ròs?” I asked, slamming her up higher on the window. “Do you like thinking that someone can see you?”
Ciara nodded before tilting her chin up at the ceiling, her breasts bouncing as we moved together.
“I think I’m gonna—” Ciara began, but her words were bit off by a guttural noise as she threw a hand over her head and pressed it into the glass, looking for any sort of leverage she could muster before she came.
Her pussy was a vice grip on my cock, nearly making me stop completely in my tracks as her lock worked at it, looking for the kind of purchase she could only get on an omega’s cock with its special indent.
The massage of it was enough to send me right over the edge with her, my cock pulsing as I pressed my lips into her neck and came with a growl, spilling as deeply inside of her as I could manage.
Ciara slumped forward, her forehead falling into the crook of my neck as she went completely limp in my arms.
“Mo ròs?” I gave her a little shake.
The woman groaned, sitting up to look at me with one eye open. “I think you may have been right about the hot water. I’ve completely melted.”
A chuckle rippled out of me as I lifted her in my arms gently and put one foot out of the tub, not putting my weight on it until I was sure I wasn’t going to slip and give us both concussions.
“Well, let’s get to the bed and I can melt you all over again without all of this heat,” I told her as I carried her through the suite and into the large bedroom.
Much, much later as we lay tangled amongst the sheets and Ciara was half-asleep on my chest, I couldn’t stop staring at her.
“Why are you still looking at me, pretty boy?” she mumbled sleepily, her hand flattening so she could look up at me groggily.
“No reason,” I murmured, brushing her curls to the side so I could cup her face. “It’s just… the last time we fell asleep together like this I woke up and you were gone.”
Try as I might, moving on from that day was harder than I thought it would be. I had Ciara back, she was a part of my pack, she’d even declared to the entire fucking world that I was hers and she was mine.
And yet?
There was still that tiny part of myself that was terrified that my bubble of happiness would burst if I relaxed even an inch.
Ciara put her head back down, her ear directly over where my heartbeat was the strongest.
“I’ll be here in the morning,” she said after a few beats of silence.
I cuddled her in close and inhaled her cinnamon scent deep into my lungs. “Promise?”
She nodded with a yawn. “I promise, now get some sleep. You earned it after that performance.”
Finally, all of the muscles in my body seemed to unbunch one by one until I finally dropped off into a comfortable, dreamless sleep.