Chapter Thirteen
Gwyn
H e looked like I’d kicked him, and while I knew he enjoyed teasing people, it didn’t feel right to leave him hanging.
Licking my lower lip, I took hold of all my courage and said what was on my mind.
“I want you too, and the tension between us is just going to keep getting worse if we don’t do something about it.”
He closed his mouth, the shocked look melting into uncertainty. I hadn’t flirted in decades, hadn’t had any desire to be the one pursuing any type of physical relationship, but I locked away the tremor of fear and decided that starting over meant I could go after the things I wanted.
Even if it was the thick length I’d felt pressing into my belly when he’d jerked me up from the floor.
“I’m not looking for a relationship. I barely know who I am on my own, but we’re both adults, and… and…”
Despite telling myself it was okay, and that I was going to be brave, the words still died in my throat. They sounded silly in my head and my mouth refused to release them, but the spark in Carl’s eyes returned as my meaning sank in.
“I told you, I’ll do anything you want.”
His little smirk had my core clenching. His fingers tightened on me again, and when I didn’t resist, he fit my body against his once more. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, his shoulders blocking out the entire room until there was nothing for me to focus on but him.
“Then kiss me.”
It was a bare whisper, more of a plea than a command, and I was still wondering how it had managed to slip out when his lips descended.
His beard was softer on my face than I’d expected it to be, the brush of his lips fleeting. I was left on my tiptoes, head leaned back, staring into dancing green orbs as his breath feathered over me.
“Is that what you wanted?”
The murmured question had my brows drawing together as I frowned.
“No.”
His head dipped, the contact lasting a full second, but he pulled away again.
The growl I released was pathetic compared to his, but it let the alpha know how I felt about his teasing. Slipping my hands around his neck, I didn’t let him do it a third time, pulling myself up the few inches it took for my mouth to crash into his since I wasn’t strong enough to pull him down to me.
His lips were firm and warm, full enough to squish slightly when I pressed mine against them. The rumble coming from his chest vibrated straight through my nipples, sending a wave of warmth to pool between my hips. I’d never felt such physical desire before outside my cycle, and for a moment I worried I’d tipped into heat without realizing it, but my mind was perfectly clear.
Carl ran his tongue along the seam of my lips, asking me to open. After every experience I’d had being rough and demanding, with no consideration of my wants, the gentle reminder that this was my choice increased the wetness coating my folds.
I yielded, allowing him inside with a moan as he stroked his tongue along mine. My fingers flexed on their own, trying to meld him to me as my head spun from the sinful sensations he caused.
Carl lifted me from the ground, my legs curling around his waist instinctively. I wasn’t a small woman by any means, but with him I didn’t worry I was too heavy. His size made me feel small and protected, and some part of me knew I could trust him.
He released me from the kiss, and I sucked in a huge breath as his mouth moved along my jaw, sending waves of goosebumps down my arms. The scrape of his beard after the soft heat of his mouth had my skin tingling, and I clung to him. The thick ridge of his shaft was still trapped behind his jeans, but it was enough for me to grind on, the seam of my own pants digging into my clit enough to make me gasp.
“I need to know you want this. That it’s not too soon.”
A small corner of my mind was saying yes, it was much too soon, but the greater part was on board. I may not have known Carl for long, but he’d proven the type of alpha he was, the kind of man he was, and if I wanted to have a fling, then damn it, I could have a fling.
It was hard to think straight enough to get the words out with his mouth traveling down my neck to nibble on the top of my shoulder, but I managed to force them out.
“Yes. I want this. Now.”
I loosened one arm from where it had wrapped around his neck, slipping it down under the edge of his shirt so I could lift it. I didn’t want to let him go, but I was also frustrated at the amount of clothing between us.
His hands moved from where they’d been gripping my ass, pushing my shirt up until I had no choice but to untangle my upper half from him so he could pull it over my head. Before I latched on to him again I tugged on his and he let me take it off him before his lips returned to mine.
My thighs were already starting to tremble from holding onto his waist, the strain unfamiliar, and he must have felt it because he lowered us to the floor. There was no furniture in the café, nothing but the cold concrete, but it didn’t matter. The need to be filled was almost strong enough to make me whine, and I wasn’t going to fuss about comfort when what I needed was available.
He laid me down slowly, but I still hissed when my back hit the floor, the cold making me arch away from it. He took advantage of the position and unhooked my bra, managing all four hooks with an ease that spoke of practice.
The omega in me bristled at the thought of Carl with other women, but I pushed the possessiveness away. I had no claim to him, especially not prior to meeting him, so there was no reason for me to be upset.
When his hot mouth wrapped around my tight nipple I forgot all about the cold concrete, moaning and rocking my hips as little flicks of electricity zapped straight to my clit. He was still poised between my thighs, but the shift in position left me with nothing to grind against, and my moan faded to a whine of frustration.
I tried to tug him upward, but it was like trying to move a boulder. All he did was switch to the other nipple, pinching the one he’d already sucked between his pointer and thumb to tug on it with the same rhythmic motions of his mouth.
Panting, I tossed my head side to side as I writhed beneath him. It felt good, but I wanted more, and frustration was mounting right along with the tension coiled in my belly.
“Tell me what you want, Beautiful.”
I barely bit back a groan over him expecting me to answer. Sex had always been something to get over with, and even if my body responded the way it was designed to, I’d never participated more than the bare minimum when I was outside my heat. The thought of giving voice to the things going through my head made my cheeks burn, and I wasn’t sure I was capable of doing it.
He continued to rain kisses everywhere he could reach, not shying away from my stretchmarks or the squishiness left everywhere after having two children. A part of me relaxed without the need to wonder what he’d think, and when he made it clear he wouldn’t do anything more without an answer, I bit my bottom lip and tried to think of the easiest thing to say.
“I want both of us naked.”
The strong, confident woman I wanted to be was still hard to find sometimes, but when Carl immediately went to work on shucking both of us from our pants, it helped bring her forward.
My shoes went flying, socks tossed after them. Flicking the button on my jeans, he had the zipper down and his fingers curled over the top of them and my underwear in seconds. I barely had time to process their disappearance before Carl was standing at my feet, hands on his own waistband.
I froze and drank in the sight of him. Anthony had been handsome in his younger days, or I’d thought so as a teen, but he’d never been the specimen standing before me.
Carl’s broad shoulders blocked out the wall behind him, his height making it seem like he towered over my prone form. His chest and arms were thick with muscles, dusted in coarse, dark hair. He had more of a happy-highway than a happy-trail, and the memory of the friction of it against my skin had my nipples tightening further and slick seeping from my center.
I thought he was going to tease me and take his time revealing what I longed to see, but he seemed just as eager to be bare. His crown appeared before he’d pushed his clothing down more than an inch, an angry, ruddy color from the blood forcing it erect.
My breath caught as more of him was exposed, his length thick and heavy enough not to remain upright without the support of the fabric. Instead, it pointed straight out, swaying as he shifted his weight to kick off his clothes.
“Okay, we’re both naked.”
I had no idea how he stood there, stating the obvious without moving on to what should come next. My core was clenching with want, my chest heaving with the heavy breaths it took to supply my pounding heart, yet there he stood.
Waiting .
My teeth ground together as I clenched my jaw, wishing he’d simply take the way other alphas always seemed to. I wanted him, wanted him in me, but saying it was hard.
“Kiss me.”
It was the best I could do.
Carl covered me again, his body exactly where I wanted it as his lips came down on mine. A soft brush led to a firm press, a growl pouring into my mouth as his tongue entered to tangle with mine.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, closing the small gap he’d left until his shaft laid along my folds. Rocking my hips, I moaned into him as his cock rubbed against my clit, and I coated us both in slick. When he released my lips I said the only word going through my head.
“More.”
I’d never wanted something as much as I wanted that hot, heavy length inside me, but Carl either misunderstood, or was trying to make me be clearer about it. He pressed his mouth to mine again, claiming every bit of it, but all he did was thrust against me instead of getting inside where he belonged.
Growing impatient, I slipped a hand down between us and took hold of him, drawing a grunt of surprise from the alpha covering me. His hips twitched, my slick making him slide within my hold, and his breathing stuttered.
“In me. Now.”
My desire lent a growl to the words, helping me force them out past the threat of embarrassment. The chest holding me down rumbled before green eyes bore into mine.
“I haven’t even—”
He acted like he was pulling away, his length almost slipping from my grasp until I squeezed and used my heels to press into his ass and keep him in place.
“Now! Fuck me already!”
A shiver passed through him, the muscles in his shoulders bunching, and his eyes flashed orange before settling back into their usual emerald. The reminder that he was different should have scared me, but all it did was send another surge of wetness to ease the way.
“Then line me up.”
He pulled his hips back just enough for me to push his tip into place, my entrance already having to spread to accommodate him. He let out a hiss before dropping a quick peck to my lips.
“You wanted it, so you better hold on tight.”