15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Dominic
Ifall to my knees, my joints screaming in pain under the pressure as they slam against the hard, concrete floor.
I can’t bring myself to care. Nothing else matters to me right now.
Because my Omega is giving me a chance to earn her forgiveness.
I meant what I said when I vowed that I would do whatever it takes to earn back my position in her life.
If she wants me to crawl, I will fucking crawl.
I’ll admit, it’s humiliating.
One of the most brutal forms of degradation.
Especially for an Alpha like me. We are fucking proud.
Not willing to get on our knees for anyone.
But for Lennon? It’s easier than breathing to bend to her will.
I have never reacted to a single soul in the way I am for her at this moment.
Not even Sasha. Not even my pretty little slut of a Beta.
No one but her.
This… This is the only thing that makes sense to me right now.
Lennon is my Omega. I don’t give a fuck how much she tries to deny it.
I would do anything for her. Each movement closer to her sets something alight inside me that was once dark and void of anything.
It burns in a quiet fever, begging me to get nearer to her orbit.
It’s impatient and desperate. The longing and need I have for her blossoms into something that feels dangerous when I already balance on the edge of destruction.
Once I am finally before her, I sit back on my heels to await my next instructions, not caring how eager I look.
I fight back the instincts surging through my body to take control of the situation like I normally would, but I don’t.
I refuse to push her. Everything from now on will be to her terms. Not mine.
“Now, show me just how sorry you are, Alpha.”
I nearly fucking whimper as Lennon lifts a single heeled shoe to my shoulder.
The knee length shirt that she wore today rises up allowing me to catch a glimpse of the burgundy lace panties she’s wearing.
Fuuuck! I almost fall right over the edge at the sight of her covered cunt, waiting for me to sink my teeth into.
To taste her in a way that’ll have her seeing stars.
Her sweet scent is richer here, evading my senses and threatening to dismantle every part of me. I would let it. It would be so easy to fall into her. To submit every semblance of the man I am to the woman who has occupied my every thought since I first laid eyes on her.
“Yes, Omega,” I murmur in agreement, my voice thick as I swallow through the sudden nerves that creep into my chest. Unfamiliar, but I’m going with it.
There’s nothing that could stop this moment from happening, nothing but her.
She’s calling all the fucking shots right now, and I’m here for it.
Does it wound my pride? Yes, of course it does.
But I’d forever be a wounded man if it meant that I got to have her.
All of her. No bullshit. Nothing between us.
For us to be the very thing fate had intended when she walked into our lives.
Mine.
I need to make this good for her.
I need to show her through my tongue my true feelings.
This is how Lennon and I communicate, after all.
Her and I are much more alike than she’d care to admit.
She’s the most Alpha Omega I’ve ever met.
I’ve spent months recalling the taste of her skin.
The feel of her tight, wet cunt wrapped around my knot while she owned every inch of me.
I showed her that she is mine. I am a fucking bastard for claiming her the way that I did, but I don’t regret that part, at least. It was wrong, but she’s here.
Right here. Right fucking now, which means there’s a small part of her that liked it.
A part of her that craves the same chaos that burns inside me, because whether she wants to admit it to herself or not, it burns inside her too.
Now, there’s only one thing left to prove.
That I am hers. Always. Pride be damned.
I will prove that I am hers with my tongue buried deep inside her fucking pussy, while she owns every single part of me.
She’s always owned me.
She always will.
Slowly, I place gentle kisses at staggered spots along the inside of her legs, teasing her as much as she will allow under the pretense of foreplay.
Lennon moans, throwing her head back as I get closer and closer to her core, the warmth of my breath brushing against her soft skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
My mouth salivates as I reach the apex of her thighs, and all I want to do is take over and show her exactly what she’s been missing.
But I don’t. Instead, I gently place a barely there kiss over her lace-covered cunt, dripping with her need for me and I almost fucking lose it.
I fight to keep myself in check as her body shivers at the contact, her thighs squeezing tightly around my head, holding me in place.
I don’t allow her to get the relief that the contact would give if I kept going.
No. If she wants me to make her come, it won’t be from sheer friction.
It will be because I am giving it to her, not the other way around.
It’s a part of my repentance. And I don’t mind this kind of punishment at all.
At this rate, she could punish me until I’m dead.
I capture her panties between my teeth, pulling them down past her thighs, then over her knees before they fall to the floor.
I tuck them into the back pocket of my jeans for safe keeping.
I’ve been needing a fresh pair for a long time now, and I’m not going to waste the opportunity to take them for myself.
Not when I know she could fly away at any given minute.
It’s my job to show her just how bad that idea is.
Returning back to the task at hand, I flip Lennon’s legs over my shoulders, each point of her heels digging into my shoulder blades and threatening to pierce my flesh.
That’s it baby, fucking mark me.
I spear Lennon on my tongue, her wet heat encasing me.
Sweet honey and the taste of floral midnight rain explodes on my tongue.
I groan into her cunt, my inner beast that’s hungered for her for months finally coming alive.
The taste of her arousal mixing with my spit becomes a delicious cocktail as I drink her down.
Each slurp is vulgar. Even more so when Lennon grips my hair, her body contorting under the pleasure that I am giving her.
“Fuck yes, Alpha. Right there,” she moans, moving me right where she wants me. Taking control like the empress she is, guiding her subject to do her bidding.
I can’t help the groan that escapes me. My cock presses painfully beneath the confines of my jeans. I want—need relief. Removing one hand from Lennon’s thigh, I reach for the fabric and begin fiddling with the button before fighting to lower my zipper.
A searing pain explodes on my scalp as Lennon rips my head back from her core.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself. This is about me.”
Well, fuck me dead.
I nod, trying not to wince under the pain that radiates with each movement of my head. “Yes, Omega.”
A wicked smile curves her full lips, one so at odds with the woman I once knew. She is different now. More confident in herself. Assertive. She’s a woman that knows exactly what it is that she wants, and she’s not afraid to take it.
It’s so fucking hot.
Pulling me back, I resume my work, rotating my tongue over her clit in slow, sensual circles, delighting as her body squirms, relishing in the way she lights up beneath me and the way her heels dig in harder, forcing me closer to her, if that’s even at all possible.
Warmth trickles down my back from her heels, and my cock twitches painfully, needing to feel more.
Needing more of her. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
Her breathy moans fill the room around us, like whispered worship in our own secret language as I take whatever she’s willing to give to me.
I know she believes that this, what we’re doing, is all for her.
But it’s not. I’ve wanted to do this since she walked back into the arena.
I wanted to claim her all over again when I saw Sasha’s name stretched across her back all those weeks ago.
She’s been testing the line between surrender and the one she drew for me herself, and right now, with her taste on my tongue, with her pussy throbbing in desperation to feel more of me, I know it’s only a matter of time before she breaks.
Breaks me. More so than before. I’d deserve it.
I’d deserve whatever she decides to dish out, and I’d take every bit of that punishment without question.
Just as long as she doesn’t stop this.
Her breaths pick up when my fingers join my tongue. I spear them into her tight channel.
“Fuck! Dominic!” she moans, tightening her grip on me even further. She is going to send me bald at the rate she’s going. “Oh, God!” she cries out, raising her free hand to cover her mouth.
I think we’re well past staying quiet. Voices have passed that door the entire time, and I don’t fucking care. Let them hear us. Let them know that their pretty little coach is all wrapped up in the equipment manager. I pull back just enough to speak.
“If heaven’s watching, baby, let them. I was never made to play the saint.”
I lean in once more, tasting the effect my words have on her and it’s nothing short of intoxicating. I feel her channel tighten around my fingers, the beginnings of her orgasm sending her into a frenzy.