Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Icollected all the checker pieces and slid the top of the game back onto the box.
Even while playing with Dalton, I couldn’t help but think about his father.
Where was he? More importantly, who was he with?
We’d held off as long as possible, and I’d even taken a shower and slid into my pajamas before we started our game.
Then he texted an hour ago.
I will be home late, Isabelle.
The Alpha was stale even through text. I ended up calling it a night when Dalton started falling asleep upright.
After tucking him in, I’d come back to clean up and had I taken some extra time dawdling?
Yes, and I felt foolish. I slowly inched to my bedroom, and that was when the door beeped, then creaked as it opened.
I hesitated in place for a moment, sucking on my lower lip. Where has he been until eleven at night?
My stomach soured at the thought of him being out with another woman, but I had no claim on him.
I shut my bedroom door with a heavy exhale.
Leaning against the wall, to the side of the sill, I closed my eyes.
When I’d boarded the flight in Guadalajara weeks ago, I hadn’t expected my life to change this dramatically.
What scared me most was this place was beginning to feel like home, and I didn’t want that.
Back home, there wasn’t anything to look forward to.
I loved my mom, but she had her own life.
But even if not, I didn’t want to go back.
I liked my classes and . . . my employer.
The door creaked. My eyes widened as Caine walked in, face stiff and an air of anger clinging to him.
He quietly shut the door and turned the lock.
His eyes were heated and focused on mine as he slid the coat off.
It pooled on the floor while he undid his tie.
That, too, ended up in the pile. He worked on unbuttoning the white dress shirt, then he dropped it, exposing a tapered waist that led to a tuft of blond hair under his belly button.
My body clenched up, and I leaned harder against the wall.
Caine undid his belt. My breaths sounded loud to my ears. He stood before me, his chiseled perfection on full display. Thank God for the lamp on my nightstand being on.
Reaching forward, my fingertips grazed against the dips of his taut, muscled stomach. I hooked my finger into the waist of the slacks.
“Touch me, angel,” he murmured.
“Yes, Alpha,” I breathed.
A groan left his mouth. “Fuck. I love when you call me that.”
“I . . .” I licked my lips, running the tips of my fingers along his skin. He was so smooth and sexy. My core throbbed with the urge to be filled.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I whispered.
He slid his finger under my chin and raised my head. “Say it.” The order was soft, yet no less demanding.
“I don’t want you to change again,” I admitted.
Caine stilled, then gently squeezed my chin between his pointer finger and thumb before leaning down.
“I won’t, baby,” he breathed, and his minty breath wafted across my lips. “I tried to fight this need, but I can’t.” He claimed my lips with a hungry kiss I met, flicking my tongue against his.
“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” I retorted dryly.
He groaned low in his throat and his hands slid down my sides until they settled below my hips, the tips of his fingers squeezing my ass.
“You shatter my self-control. Mine, and that has never been done, so it should.”
I popped the latch of his pants, then tugged them down until I freed his length before dropping to my knees.
Caine’s cock strained, and the tip leaked his seed, making it dribble down the side of his shaft.
I flicked my tongue out to collect the milky cum until I covered his tip with my mouth.
His taste, earthy, bitter, yet so utterly intoxicating, coated the back of my tongue and I moaned, closing my eyes.
Dios, este hombre . . .
He nearly buckled and leaned harder against the wall with a ragged inhale. Watching his reactions only inflamed my lust. This man would be my ruin, and I wasn’t sure I could fight it.
I curved my tongue around his shaft and pulled back.
His cock left my lips with a pop. Gripping his knot, I cupped his sack with my other hand, lifting and dropping with gentle squeezes.
As I flicked my tongue against the blond fuzz covering the orbs, liquid beaded at the tip, then dripped against the side of my hand.
As I slid him back into my mouth, I peeked up at him. His pouty lips parted while he ran his hand through his hair, making it as untidy as I’d ever seen it.
A vein underneath the silky skin of his shaft throbbed, and I ran my tongue along it, keeping my hands on his balls, gently massaging. His panting stuttered and his head thumped against the wall.
Caine erupted and each throb coated my tongue with his release.
“Isabelle,” he moaned, hips pumping gently into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his cum, or as much as I could with the volume, because he didn’t stop jerking inside my mouth.
I felt sensitive all over, especially between my legs. A whine crawled free and I whimpered with his length still in my mouth.
Caine gripped the bottom of my chin and lifted my face to look up at him. I licked my lips. He groaned, head hanging. He crouched and hoisted me onto my wobbling legs, walking me backwards until I hit the edge of the bed. “I need to taste you, angel.”
My phone, sitting on the nightstand vibrated with multiple dings.
Caine leaned down, kissing a path down my neck. I pushed back onto the mattress with my heels as he kissed down to the bare skin the pajama collar showed.
Another wave of notifications dinged, my screen lighting up.
“Let me shut this shit off,” he mumbled gruffly, reaching for the phone.
I was so achy, it took me a moment to register what he was saying. I rolled onto my front.
“Wait!”
Too late, his head was bent as he read the screen.
He was a cool, level-headed man, surly above jealousy—
A growl left his mouth and he whipped an accusing gaze at me.
“A fucking Heat-Matching app?”
He tossed my phone to the side, and it landed on the pillow. His shoulders jerked with his harsh breaths.
“W-well yeah, with my upcoming heat—”
“You were looking for an Alpha to fuck.”
“Yes?”
I knew immediately that was the wrong answer. Stillness crept over the line of his body. In a flash of movement, he ripped my shorts down, along with my panties, baring me. I gasped, the suddenness shocking.
His palms settled on my thighs and squeezed to pry them apart, rendering my effort to keep them closed null. I panted, staring at the cold focus on his face.
“I will be the only one to please you.” His voice was deep and husky. His tongue flicked out and licked his lower lip. “I want that shit deleted off your phone.”
“C-caine—"
“Such a gorgeous pussy,” he murmured, and the praise curled through my gut and bloomed. There was no reasoning with him.
I flexed my pelvic floor muscle. He kept his eyes on me as he dropped to his knees, the blazing gaze punching through every wall I’d erected. Tucking my chin against my chest, I kept watching him, unable to look away.
His tongue plunged into my hot, aching depths, making me cry out.
I clawed my fingers into the bedsheet, tipping my hips up to meet his wet mouth. He didn’t stop the quick licks and I couldn’t stop writhing.
“Mr. Astor,” I whined.
He stopped mid lick and lifted his head, then stared at me. My heaving chest didn’t taper off and he would not move!
It was starting to make me anxious.
“What are you doing?” I said, struggling to comprehend why he glared at me.
“What did you call me?” he asked, stern and eerily still.
“Sorry, Alpha.”
“Good girl, angel.” He caressed the inside of my thigh, lifting goose bumps along my skin.
“Please, knot me,” I breathed.
His head tipped back as he groaned, the sound deep and needy. “Anything for my Omega.”
The way he said it.
I wanted that—so desperately.
His hands slid up my thighs as his knees pressed against the edge of the mattress. I grabbed his forearms, yanking him down. He landed on top of me, making a breath explode from my lungs.
He lifted to his hands, so they hovered over my face, his perfect lips so close. I couldn’t stop rubbing the tips of my fingers against the hard divots of muscle. Caine didn’t look away from my eyes as he nestled his hips between mine.
“I shouldn’t have fought you,” he murmured and reached down to prod his cock against my pussy.
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
“The mistake won’t happen again.” He pumped forward, stealing my ability to think.
I moaned, my fingers curling against his chest and my hips hiking up.
“You’re mine now.” He pinned me, stretching my arms up and pumping his hips so hard I couldn’t bite back a cry.
He slammed into me again and his lips caught my moan.
I finished applying the light foundation under my eyes. Caine kept me up all night and the effects were dark smudges under my eyes. I closed the compact and placed it in the open drawer.
I smoothed my hands down the skirt of my simple cornflower blue dress. Caine’s shirt was still bunched on the floor, half under the bed. I crouched to pick up the button down. As I curved it over my arm, a plum color caught my focus. My heart dropped to my toes.
What is this?
I rubbed my fingertip against the notable shape of lipstick. Was he with a woman last night? He was gone so late . . .
The disgusting feeling in my stomach didn’t fade.
Footsteps neared, loud and obviously Caine’s.
“Are you ready, angel?”
This wasn’t the time to bring it up considering where we were about to head to. I forced a smile and nodded. Caine cocked his head, eyebrows furrowed.
“Are you sure—”
“Poppa!” Dalton shouted, saving me. I would struggle lying and knowing him, he’d point it out immediately. Dalton’s steps hurried toward my bedroom. “I’m all ready!”
He almost jumped on me.
My smile was no longer forced.
Dalton reached his hand out toward me. “You’re going to love the playground.”
Caine looked about to interrupt.
“I can’t wait,” I said with as much excitement as I could muster and took Dalton’s hand.
Caine caught mine as his son dragged me out.
I looked over my shoulder and his gaze mingled with mine.
The smile he offered me caused all his softly said words from yesterday to flood my brain.
The stain on his shirt had to be a misunderstanding.
Later, once we returned from his family home, I would ask him.