Chapter 32 #2
Hands grip my ass and I squeal as he lifts me until I have to look at him.
“Wrap your legs around me. Don’t be a lazy traveler,” he says, amused as he begins to walk.
“No one asked you to pick me up!” I hiss.
“Tell me what’s wrong. Why are you crying? Did we scare you? Is the heat too aggressive? I promise our omegas aren’t being hurt,” he says, still walking.
“No, I know how sex works,” I grumble. “At least, I definitely do now.”
“You’re a virgin.” The words are said slowly, as if he’s just realizing it and kicks himself for it.
“Yes. I shouldn’t be this freaked out about having sex for the first time, right? I figured I’d be fine with it. Rosa asked if I'd be alright with you all touching me, and I thought I would be.”
“Touching you is way different than fucking you,” he says.
“You’re speaking to me like I’m an idiot,” I sniff.
“No, I’m trying to figure out how to help. My brain tends to detach from the situation while I’m doing that. I’m sorry,” Dario groans. “Are you scared?”
“Yes.” The word comes out of my mouth so quickly, I surprise myself as I gasp in a breath. “I don’t know why I thought it wouldn't be a big deal.”
“Did you want it to be Pablo?” he asks. Remembering the mindless way my omega is currently fucking his way through his heat, I wince at how stupid I am.
“Nah-uh! I don’t want to see that look. You’re not stupid.
Pablo is probably the sweetest among us, but he’s currently out of his mind with pain and lust. He gets a pass, yeah?
“What do you want to do, micina? Two omegas in heat are a lot even with a fair amount of us available to help them through. I’m the only one not lost to the pheromones of this heat. Would you mind so much if I was your first?”
“No.” Blinking hard, I try again as I rein in the jumbled mess my emotions are making me. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind.”
“You’re adorable,” he smirks, his hand holding me up before he pushes my red hair away from my face. While I washed it, I let it air dry and it’s a wild mess now. “Show me you want me, Princess. You seem so untouchable with your claws and cool air. I want to see you come apart.”
Biting my lip, I think about the way I’ve only ever kissed Pablo and Rosalia. What would it be like to kiss Dario? He continues to hold me effortlessly, and I know better than to suggest it can’t be comfortable.
Instead, I run my fingers through his sex tussled hair, pulling slightly as I watch him. His light brown eyes widen before they heat with desire. His nostrils flare, allowing him to scent my arousal, and his lips curl upward confidently.
“You liked what you saw, right?” he asks.
“It was really hot. I really wanted to join in but…”
“Understood. No one in this house would ever want you to do something you aren’t ready for.”
His words give me the courage to lean forward and press my lips against his. It begins as a stilted kiss, and he follows my lead, allowing me to explore him as he opens his lips slowly. Only, it’s not enough.
Ugh! Biting his lip hard, I tug on his hair so he’ll lift his face so I can kiss him to my liking.
“So bossy,” he mumbles against my lips. “I love it.”
Dario only begins to take control of the kiss as I allow my fingers fisted in his hair to relax, and the coolness of the wall contrasts against my heated skin as he leans me against it.
Pulling away from me finally, he pushes the strap of my top off my shoulder, nuzzling it with the stubble on his face before kissing it.
“Dario,” I gasp. I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I want more.
“I got you, Princess,” he promises, kissing me again before he pulls off my shirt. “You’re fucking stunning.”
Hoisting me up higher, he kisses and sucks on my breasts. My whimpers and moans get louder, encouraging him to continue.
“Do you really want me to make love to you for the first time against the wall? I thought we had a sofa, but I was wrong.”
Glancing past him, I see we're in the living room which is completely bare. My brain tugs at something he said earlier, and I find my fingers tightening on his shoulders.
“What?” he asks. “Which part is tripping you up?”
“You said making love, but you didn’t mean that, right?”
“I am not someone who fucks around,” he says, dropping me down slightly so I’m eye to eye with him.
“Not anymore. When I did in the past, it was one and done. Everyone involved knew that. I mean what I said. You are mine. My cock has gone into a cage every day to keep me from thinking about you, Pablo, or Rosalia when I need to be laser focused. I wore it until we got home. That bastard is motivating.”
My lips twitch in amusement. “Is Ciro conning you into doing things again?”
I’ve noticed Dario is a little gullible when it comes to his older brother.
“Maybe,” he groans, kissing my lips. “Doesn’t change the fact that he’s right. It’s just you and me, okay? This isn’t casual for me, Verona. My life has always revolved around my family, and now my pack. You’re part of that now, therefore, you’re important to me.”
I lose myself to his kisses as I nod, and he drops my legs so I can stand. His hands tangle in the waistband of my shorts, drawing them down as he gets on his knees.
“Since we’re staying here, I need you to come on my face like a good little princess,” he growls, pushing my thigh over his shoulder. I gasp as I almost fall over, and he chuckles as he helps me balance. “That always looks better in movies. Hold onto my hair, Verona.”
I love how unassuming he is now. Dario always seems to have the answers, or he’s close to figuring it out. If packs have jobs, that would be his. The fix-it guy.
All thoughts fly out of my mind as his tongue teases my folds, and I hold onto his hair as he spreads me wide to eat me out.
His movements aren’t practiced or polished, instead he’s moving on instinct as he listens to my noises.
His brown eyes flick up to gaze at my face, groaning as he tastes me.
He pushes one finger inside of me, grunting as he feels how tight I am.
His free hand moves up to take mine, and he holds it as he rocks that single finger in and out of me. He’s not in a hurry, and he hums in pleasure when I whimper and fluid pushes out of me. It’s not an orgasm, but it’s a good fucking start.
Dario’s attention to my pussy has me beginning to rock my hips over his mouth and finger, and I moan as he pushes a second one in. He pushes his fingers wide to help stretch me, and my brows pinch together when it hurts.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he mumbles against me. “You’re so damn tight. We’re going to go slow.”
Soon, I’ve forgotten his promise as my nerve endings begin to fire off. Between what I’m doing and whatever Rosa is doing, I’m losing my mind. Gasping, I beg, “I want more. Please.”
Sucking hard on my clit, he gives me some pain to hold onto as my thighs shake. I press my ass harder against the wall to keep from falling, but I can’t. When I fall, Dario easily follows, and I grunt as I hit one of the only areas in the house that has carpet.
Thank god for that.
“I should have started here. Silly me,” he teases, making me laugh. I’ve been too scared to watch porn, and a part of me is glad. I want to learn how real people have sex, and I’ve never heard that laughing and banter is part of that.
It helps me relax, and when Dario begins to drive me wild with his mouth again, I feel my toes begin to tingle.
“Dario!”
“Fuck yes, baby. That’s so good. Don’t stop. Use me until you’re spraying me with cum,” he groans.
His praise makes me flush, and I shudder as I do just that. Gasping for breath, I tug on his hair. Dario’s face is shiny with my release as he crawls up my body, his eyelids heavy and lidded.
“You’re so pretty when you’re a puddle of satisfaction,” he grins.
“Since I can’t send you back to the manufacturer, I suppose it’s a good thing I’m keeping you,” I murmur.
Dario uses his shoulder to clean off his face before caging me in with his body.
“We’re going to start with just the tip,” he says seriously. At my face, he shakes his head. “Nope. I know it sounds cliched, but for as much space you take up in a room because you’re beautiful and ethereal, you are still much smaller than I am. Deal with it.”
“Okay,” I tease him.
“God, now I’m bossy,” Dario sighs. “I’m literally the worst person for this, Verona.”
“You’re not, because you’re here. I believe in fate. Don’t you?”
“Of course. That’s why you’re mine,” he says easily.
“Stop stalling then, Dario.”
“Yes, Alpha,” he murmurs, reaching for my thigh and hitching it up so my ankle digs into his ass. “Kick me like a goddamned mule if I hurt you. I’m serious.”
“Mmhmm.” My nerves begin to spike, and my heartbeat thunders in my ears as he grabs his dick and runs his crown up and down my arousal before he freezes.
“No, I’m not on birth control, if that’s what you just thought of.
When you’ve dated the same girl since you were sixteen, it’s not necessary.
I don’t care, Dario. I may get pregnant with all the fucking that happens over the next few days.
I’ll let Fate decide if I’m meant to be a mom. ”
“I hope it’s mine,” he says, pushing his crown into my entrance. His glasses are skewed on his nose, and we’re both a mess as we lose ourselves to each other.
I can’t respond as he stretches me. Fuck, it feels as if the breath has been knocked out of me. He’s so much bigger than a couple of fingers. I’ve been duped.
“Ah!” I cry out, and he immediately stops.
“And we’re done,” he grunts, kissing me. My fingers brush through his hair, and I blink through the sting of tears. “You’re in charge, little alpha. Come on then.”