Chapter 14 #2
A weird sensation swooped through my stomach, the image of Kaelen making William Sterling suffer even a fraction of what he made me. It would be ironic. The man he tried to sell me to win him the election, snuffing the lights from his eyes.
There was something poetic about it. In a gruesome, Viking Edda kind of way. But maybe if he did, I would finally feel some sense of peace, not always living like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, afraid of one strong breeze blowing me over.
“If you can ensure my mom is healthy enough to handle the bond being broken, then yes. Kill him.”
“Oh, my sweet, innocent omega,” he said, capturing my lips in a possessive, claiming kiss.
“I won’t just kill him. I will torture him for days until he begs me for death.
And like the devil I am, I won’t grant it to him.
I’ll drag out his misery until I scatter pieces of him throughout the Charles.
” The backs of his knuckles traced along my collarbone. “Does that frighten you?”
His lips hovered over mine, his promise hanging in the space between us. Admitting to him I wanted my dad’s blood on his hands would push me over the edge of something I could never come back from.
I had my faults, but I never considered myself a killer.
Maybe I wasn’t as pure as everyone thought I was.
“No,” I said, my voice steady. “It makes me happy.” I whispered the confession.
Something dark flared in his features as he tenderly cupped my face. Slick pooled at my center, a whine starting to build.
“Then let me make you happy, mo chroí. Be my good girl and let me absolve you of your sinful thoughts with my tongue between your thighs.”
My nails bit into the corded muscles on his forearms.
“Alpha, please.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg.”
A large hand splayed over my belly, gently coaxing me into the pillows. I let him push me down until I was flat on my back, my nipples taut as he raked a slow, assessing trail over my figure as if cataloging every freckle and curve.
My breasts heaved with each strained breath. His knees bumped into my legs, spreading me open. A forearm rested on either of my face, caging me under him. Lips pressed to my cheek before he descended, trailing his tongue over my scars and between the valley of my breasts.
“Made for me. Do you taste as sweet as you smell, Omega?”
The tip of his tongue flicked over my nipple and I let out a keening cry, my back bowing off the bed. He pushed on my stomach, forcing me into the mattress.
“I… I don’t know,” I breathed. “No one has ever—I mean… I haven’t.”
“Are you telling me no one else has had the pleasure of drinking from this pretty pussy, mo chroí?”
A finger played with the hem of panties, and I squirmed, canting my hips higher. My body sizzled from head to toe, my omega practically panting at the promise of his mouth on me.
“Please,” I begged. “Alpha, I need you.”
I wanted to hate what Kaelen Finnegan did to me, bringing my omega urges to the surface. Usually, I fought them. Ignored them.
But it felt too good to give in to them. To submit to my alpha. To let my brain and body rest.
I was always so tired.
“Shhh,” he cooed, kissing lower until his mouth rested below my navel, his piercing green eyes staring up at me. Fingers brushed over my hips as he peeled my panties off, the cool air hitting my hot center. “I have you, Willow. I’ll take care of you. Can you be patient for me?”
“No,” I half-chuckled, half-cried, trying to wiggle my hips.
Nails bit into my flesh, making small crescents appear on the pale skin. I gave up, tossing my hands back onto the blankets and blowing a strand of hair off my face.
The smug bastard had the audacity to smirk at me. A frustrated noise morphed into a whimper as his thumb swept over my clit.
“So responsive,” he murmured.
Another retort died on my next breath when he licked his way through my entrance, making my entire body catch fire. He took his time, lazily licking my slick before circling my clit and sucking.
Oh, fuck. How did I go so long without this? Whenever death came for me, let it be with Kaelen’s tongue worshiping me.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“More. More,” I demanded, not caring if I sounded like a petulant child.
“My lovely omega. You are so good, Willow.”
The praise made me gush, and I was too far gone to be embarrassed.
He responded to my breathy command by sliding one thick finger into me up to the knuckle.
I gasped. The stretch was barely enough to take the edge off.
I squeezed around him, and he rewarded me by adding a second digit and curling them.
A shock of pleasure made my entire body seize as he tapped a spot inside that I swore only existed in those raunchy books that Sam loved. He moved his fingers in steady, maddening strokes, growling as he lapped at my slick like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.
Everything burned, the hum more intense than anything I felt in the haze of my heats. My climax heated me from the inside out, the flames of it growing with each torturous motion from Kaelen.
Sweat clung to my brow, my hair sticking to my face.
“Kaelen,” I moaned, dragging my nails along his back hard enough to leave marks.
My marks. He was mine. My alpha.
“That’s it, mo chroí. Say my name while you come for me.”
The command buzzed over my sensitive skin and on the next pump of his fingers, I shattered, every self-doubt disappearing as my climax tore through me. A rush of slick coated my thighs and his fingers—the sound wet and lewd.
I sagged, and my body collapsed onto the downy blankets. Kaelen’s fingers slowed to a stop as he flicked my clit one final time. Short, ragged breaths stabbed me behind my sternum.
This. This was what omegas talked about when they found their alphas. The passion. The intensity. The rightness. Whenever I read stories in magazines about omegas and their alphas, I always rolled my eyes at the absurdity of it all.
There was no such thing as perfect mates.
But fuck, if Kaelen Finnegan wasn’t doing his best to prove me a liar.
Rough fingers brushed over my navel as Kaelen rested his chin on my stomach. My arousal glistened in his copper beard, his jeweled eyes twinkling with dark specks as he licked my release from his fingers.
“Fucking addicting,” he said, never looking away.
My pussy squeezed around nothing, aching at the loss of him. My mind was blissfully blank, my omega at the forefront with a single thought. Please, Alpha. I enjoyed it. The lack of responsibility. The lack of anything.
Only pleasure.
Only him.
It had never felt like this before.
Maybe Sam was right—I needed an alpha.
Not all omegas did, but Kaelen’s alpha calmed me. And a small—insecure—part of me wasn’t ready to acknowledge that it wasn’t just Kaelen’s alpha, but Kaelen who comforted me.
A shadow slid into my vision, ending my curious musings. Kaelen looked down at me with a hungry, determined stare as his knees settled against my thighs, holding me open. Exposing me. Pieces of hair hung over his face as he sat back on his haunches, straining against his suit pants.
The leather of his belt glided along the fabric as he dropped it to the floor with a thud. Dark-rimmed eyes never left mine as he undid the button and zip, stripping. I tried to ignore the ashy taste as his cock slapped against his stomach.
It was thick and weeping pre-cum. Tattooed fingers curled around the length, fisting it and lazily smearing his arousal down to his knot at the base.
My eyes widened when I saw it, a slight panic growing as I worried about how it would fit. I’d never taken a knot before. With his free hand, he cradled my chin, rubbing my cheek. I perfumed at the touch, and his nose twitched.
“You can take it. You were made for me. Are you ready for my knot, Omega?”
Instinct took over, my omega eager to please.
And so was I. I wanted to make Kaelen feel as good as he made me feel.
My momentary fear was forgotten as my omega demanded that we present for our alpha. I made to roll over onto my stomach when he gripped my hips, stopping me. A pathetic sound trilled in my chest as I clutched Kaelen’s arms, still attempting to get on my belly for him.
“No. I want to look in your eyes as I knot your delicious cunt for the first time.”
Something malfunctioned in the silence.
I blinked, painfully aware of the ache in my pussy.
My omega hissed beneath the surface, and for a moment, I was transfixed on him.
I nodded as I scratched my nails through his beard, the coarse hairs grounding me.
I reached up, and tugged his bun loose, letting the long copper strands frame his face.
Fuck. He was unfairly gorgeous.
Threads of tension unraveled as I ran my fingers through his hair. He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. His tip nudged my pussy, and I squeaked. The next breath stuck in my throat as he sealed his lips to mine.
It started out slow, his motions unhurried and coaxing. I opened for him, the faint taste of my come still on his lips. My hands tugged on his hair, growing more impatient as I tried to take his cock only for him to rock his hips back.
On the next swipe of his tongue, he drew out the final few kisses before nipping at my ear. One hand slid to my nape, holding me while he positioned himself at my dripping core. My legs trembled, my body strung out and needy.
“I want a picture of this,” he said, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “You, spread out for me. Glistening with sweat. Sexy as fuck. And mine. Isn’t that right, Omega? You’re mine.”
“Yours,” I said, my eyes glazing over.
“Mine,” he breathed, sinking into me.
The air was pushed from my lungs as he stretched me. I rocked forward, my head smacking into the solid wall of muscle. He hissed, rolling his hips until he filled me completely.
A string of Gaelic curses fell from him as he stilled inside me, his dick twitching as I fluttered around him. I mewled, his hand holding me to him as I tried to catch my breath.
I was ruined.
There was no way anyone else could ever compare to this.
Kaelen Finnegan destroyed me.
“Willow. I can’t… I can’t be gentle. You are fucking intoxicating, and I need to devour you.”
“Then fucking devour me, Kaelen. I’m not fragile.”
My teeth flashed in a tiny growl, and he pressed a sloppy, fierce kiss to my brow.
“No. You are not. You are strong and ferocious. A banríon.”
I didn’t know what he called me and I didn’t care. I wanted him to move. In one drawn-out movement, he swung his hips back, the head dragging deliciously along my inner walls until only the tip remained.
Then, with one forceful thrust, he sank back in, knocking me back.
“Fuck,” I screamed with a broken moan.
“Pretty omega,” he groaned, setting a punishing pace that had me digging my nails into the sheets.
“So cute when you curse. You feel so good. Like bloody áine. So tight and warm, squeezing my cock like the greedy girl you are. Is this what you want? What you need? Your alpha stretching this gorgeous cunt?”
Oh, he was depraved. Filthy. And I loved it. Wanted more of it.
My body tensed with each snap of his body, spiraling me closer to a dark abyss I wanted to drown in.
“Are you going to come for me? Take my knot?”
He sounded as undone as I felt.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chanted, not knowing what I was agreeing to.
Everything coalesced in my abdomen like molten lava, and for one sex-drunk moment I thought I might die from it. What a way to go, at least. When I thought about my death, it was never anything glorious or freeing.
Could someone die from an orgasm?
I might.
It built higher and higher until I exploded with it, detonating around Kaelen like a Fourth of July firework.
I rocked forward, clawing at his back and tugging at his hair. Every muscle in my body seized, my pussy flexing. It spurred him on, his thrusts turning erratic. My legs trembled, cold sweat stinging my skin as his growing knot nudged at my opening.
“Fuck. Yes. Mine,” he hissed, slipping between Gaelic and English. “You ready, Omega?”
“Mhhmm,” I moaned, still too strung out to form a coherent thought.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered.
Logs sputtered in the fireplace, punctuating the next snap of Kaelen’s hips as he sank his knot into me, locking us together. The stretch burned and sparked another climax. I tumbled over the edge, nipping at the Celtic cross tattooed above his heart.
He knocked his head back, his hair spilling down his sweaty back.
Warm ropes of his release spilled inside me. His cock swelled as he chased the feeling, still rocking into me as much as he could as his knot caught on my opening. I whined, falling back onto the bed and shaking.
“Shhh,” he whispered, his voice raw as he brushed the sweat-soaked hair off my face.
With us still knotted, he carefully rolled me on top of him, feathering gentle kisses over my brow. He scraped his nails over the column of my spine, making goosebumps erupt on my arms.
He murmured in Gaelic, burrowing into the spot between my collar and jaw. Each word was more reverent than the last. And even though I didn’t understand what he said, I didn’t need to. I felt each word in the beating of heart, my omega content for the first time.
Ours.
“You did so well for me, Omega,” he said, his lips resting on my pulse. Another tiny orgasm overtook me, making me pant a needy sound. “That’s it. Such a good girl. Stay with me, mo chroí. Go deo.”
“Go deo?” I asked, my heavy eyes closing as I drifted to the sound of his purr lulling me to sleep.
“My heart. Forever.”