Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Peter
B ennett’s statement pierced my heart like an arrow. I went still for a few seconds, too stunned by his confession to move, or think, or breathe. All I knew was Bennett’s loving red gaze, and the honeyed words that fell from his fanged mouth.
When I could finally speak again, I sputtered, “I’m... your what? Th-that can’t be.”
A low growl hummed in Bennett’s chest before he changed shape. The barghest vanished, leaving behind the tall, dark-skinned alpha of my dreams. I’d almost forgotten how gorgeous he was as a human—I felt lightheaded as my crush returned in full force.
Bennett’s mouth curved into a serious frown as he cupped my face. His large hands were warm, firm yet tender.
“It’s the truth,” he said. His eyes remained blazing red, like glinting rubies. “ That’s why I sought you out, Peter. My soul knew what you were before I did.”
A million butterflies scattered in my rib cage. This all felt too surreal.
I pinched myself hard on the arm. “Ow.”
Bennett clicked his tongue admonishingly, then asked, “Why’d you do that?”
“To check if I’m dreaming.”
Bennett sighed, then pressed a kiss to the spot I’d pinched. A flurry of sensation sizzled up my arm. Fuck, his lips were soft.
“You’re not dreaming, love,” Bennett murmured, capturing my gaze. “This is real.”
Sparks raced down my spine. I felt dizzy with glee. If I hadn’t just pinched myself, I still would’ve been convinced this was a dream, or a fantasy, or some kind of hallucination. Bennett had just confessed to being my fated mate. He’d called me love.
And the heartfelt waver in his stunning red eyes made it clear he was serious.
I blew out a shaky breath. “All right. I believe you.”
Bennett grinned playfully. “That was easy. Thought I’d have to throw you onto the bed and prove it to you.”
A sound halfway between a choke and a squeak escaped me. “You—well—you can still do that, if you want.”
Bennett chuckled, warm and liquid, as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer. When our chests touched, I wondered if he felt the rapid-fire beating of my heart. It was embarrassingly loud as it stampeded against my ribs like a herd of wild horses.
Bennett smiled down at me, which only made my heart beat faster. He was so gorgeous, I couldn’t handle it. He was like a fine piece of art—I couldn’t believe that I was his fated mate.
“Is that what you want, Peter?” Bennett asked, his sultry voice almost a purr as he spoke against the shell of my ear.
I shivered. “Is that even a question?” I shot back with a weak laugh.
Bennett ran his thumb across my cheek before it trailed down my neck and stopped at my upper chest. “Tell me you want it, and I’ll make it real.”
I shuddered again as my cock twitched in my pants. Gods, his voice did things to me. Maybe he was part siren on top of being a barghest.
“I want it. I really, really—whoa!”
My yelp turned into a bright laugh as Bennett picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour. His body type was tall and lean; no rippling bodybuilder muscles, but he was stronger than he looked. I loved witnessing the power that lurked within my alpha. Between this and stopping a car dead in its tracks, he was hot as fuck.
“Which way’s the bedroom?” Bennett asked.
I pointed to the door across from the bathroom. “That way.”
Bennett elbowed it open with his free arm—I couldn’t believe he was holding me in place with one freaking hand—and strode inside. He stopped, closed his eyes, and inhaled a deep breath. He repeated that a few more times until he released a gratified canine-like growl.
“Smells amazing in here,” Bennett murmured. “Just like my mate.”
I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t squeak again. He knew exactly what to say to get me all flustered.
“You can, uh, put me down... over there,” I said, nodding at my bed, which now felt painfully subpar. The mattress was an old twin—barely big enough for me, let alone the two of us.
But Bennett wasn’t deterred. He cradled my head as he placed me down, which managed to feel both sweet and sexy at the same time.
I lay there, heart racing and sweat beading at my forehead, and my eyes widened in anticipation as Bennett crawled on top of me.
The bed groaned under our combined weight. Then it made a worrying creaking sound that continued the longer Bennett pressed on it. I doubted it’d survive the intense session of fucking that we both desperately wanted.
I slapped my hands over my face in shame. Could my shitty bed not ruin the mood right now?
Bennett clicked his tongue and slid off the bed. “This won’t do, will it?”
My stomach flipped uneasily. Was he about to call this off?
I bolted upright. “W-wait, there’s a perfectly good couch in my living room that we could?—”
Bennett smirked. “How’d you feel about taking a ride, Peter?”
My panic melted into relieved curiosity. “What kind of ride?”
He chuckled, then fished a phone from his pocket. He didn’t wait to punch the button and press the phone to his ear. “We can continue this in the back seat of my car, on the way to my place.” As he licked his lips without breaking eye contact with me, I saw the glint of his white fangs. “Don’t worry. My chauffeur won’t mind the noise.”
“Of course you have a chauffeur,” I remarked as a matte black SUV pulled up to the curb. I noticed a matching matte black hood ornament in the shape of a dog—or rather, a barghest.
Bennett chuckled. “What can I say? I prefer to watch the scenery go by instead of driving.” Then he leaned in, adding, “Though I’m a good driver, too. Not easily distracted.”
I blushed so furiously it felt like steam was coming out of my ears. We hadn’t even had sex yet, and he was already planning for us to fool around in his vehicle.
I was so hard that it was difficult to step into the car. My throbbing erection brushed against my jeans as I slid into the back seat.
The interior of the car was as luxurious as the outside. Creamy leather seats cushioned my bottom—which I appreciated, since it was still sore from my fall earlier. Soft classical musical played from the speakers. A kind-looking older white man with crinkled eyes sat in the driver’s seat.
“Good evening, Master Bennett,” the chauffeur greeted cheerily. “And Master Peter.”
“O-oh, you don’t have to call me that,” I said. “We’re just... uh?—”
Bennett placed a finger to my lips, quieting me. “We’re not ‘just’ anything. Winston, this is my fated mate. My omega.”
“Ah, you’ve found him, have you?” Winston sounded thrilled. “Splendid. I’ll take the long way home, then.”
“Thanks,” Bennett said.
Before I could ask why, Winston said, “Have fun!” and rolled up the privacy screen.
I realized the back seat was perfectly soundproofed because the classical music vanished instantly. The blush seared onto my cheeks turned up a thousandfold. It felt like my face was two seconds from melting off.
Bennett grasped my chin and turned my head gently towards him. His eyes, now fully, unashamedly red, blazed with desire. The rhythm of my pulse skyrocketed.
As Bennett grasped my back and lowered me down onto the luscious leather seat, he grinned. “Now this is more like it. You comfortable, Peter?”
I nodded languidly. My cock ached, making it difficult to string a decent sentence together.
The seats in Bennett’s car really were comfortable. They blew my crappy old mattress out of the water— and they didn’t creak like they were about to collapse when Bennett climbed on top of me and straddled my waist.
The pleasured groan that escaped me was captured by Bennett’s lips. He angled his mouth against mine, wet and deliciously soft, yet firm and dominant. I went boneless as I lay there, happy to receive whatever affection Bennett poured into me.
The kiss went on for so long that I was panting and breathless by the end of it. Finally, we broke apart for air.
“Mm,” Bennett said, licking his lips. “I didn’t realize my fated mate would taste this good.”
I shuddered. His compliments were seemingly never-ending, yet always struck me right in the heart.
“I’m so hard right now,” I admitted.
Bennett grinned, lust flashing across his glowing eyes. He snaked his hand down my chest, across my belly, and palmed my cock through my pants.
I choked out a cry. The sudden bolt of pleasure made me see stars.
“Your reactions are so cute,” Bennett teased. Adding insult to injury, he ran his thumb in circles over my erection. Layers of fabric be damned, it still felt fucking amazing.
I arched my back, bucking my hips into his hand and moaning like my life depended on it. I couldn’t hold back my pleasured noises, and thanks to the soundproofed back seat, I didn’t need to.
“That’s it,” Bennett encouraged as my unhinged moans filled the space. When he dug the heel of his palm into my cock, I let loose a wanton cry. “Good boy, Peter.”
Oh, this man was going to be the death of me. I grabbed his wrist, panting wildly, and breathed, “Can’t. I’ll cum if you keep going.”
“That’s the point, love,” Bennett teased.
I groaned in frustration. “I want more first.”
Bennett’s brows rose. “Ah, I got it. Then I’ll rid you of these unnecessary clothes.”
I whimpered. My skin, hot and sweaty, tingled with anticipation. I was so caught up in my haze of lust that I forgot we were in the back seat of a car until Winston took a turn, making my world spin. I lifted my head to peek out the window. It was black-out tinted on the exterior, but I could see the surrounding traffic. The adjacent drivers had no clue we were fooling around in the back seat of the next car over.
I swallowed. “Phew. It’s crazy to think there’s tons of people around us right now...”
“Does it excite you?” Bennett asked, lifting the shirt over my head.
“Um...” I blushed. “Yes.”
Bennett chuckled warmly as he worked on removing my pants. “Naughty omega.”
A laugh bubbled out of me. Even his dirty talk sounded sweet.
When I was naked, every sensation felt heightened. The supple leather seat, the cool brush of air against my hot skin, Bennett’s skilled hands as they roamed over my body—all of it sent me into a frenzy. My galloping pulse pounded in my ears. My cock strained, desperate to be touched.
Bennett laid his palms on my collarbone. They were like two origins of warmth seeping across my skin. He grazed them down my chest, then my sides, until finally grasping my waist with a firm hold. My horny-dumb brain didn’t realize what he was doing until he pressed a kiss to the tip of my straining cock.
I yelped at the jolt of sensation. It felt so good. All I could think about was more.
The car turned left through an intersection. Instinctively, I went to grip the leather seat so I didn’t slide off, but I didn’t need to—Bennett’s determined hold on my waist was enough to keep me safely in place.
I met his gaze. His passionate red eyes were resolute and devoted. I’d never felt more precious to somebody until now; naked in the back seat of a car, being tenderly touched by the sexiest alpha barghest in the world.
He’s going to take care of me, I thought with a fluttery feeling in my chest. Not just in terms of sex, but in every way that matters.
When the car’s turn finished, it was business as usual. Bennett licked his lips before they swallowed the head of my cock. A burst of liquid pleasure poured over me. I tossed my head back, my cheek against the crook of the leather seat, its luxurious scent filling my nose.
There was another distinct scent in the air, too—my embarrassingly rich omega pheromones. Since I was naked, there was nothing blocking my needy hole anymore. If Bennett wasn’t careful, I’d leak fluid all over his expensive seats.
My concerns melted to mush as Bennett engulfed more of my shaft. I moaned as the heat of his silky tongue wrapped around my sensitive skin, rubbing up and down, leaving nothing untouched. My mind swam. I’d never felt so amazing before.
“Bennett,” I whimpered. My hips trembled; I resisted the urge to buck into his mouth. “Feels too good...”
He chuckled with my cock still in his mouth. The rumble of his rich laughter sent heavenly vibrations across my flesh. I hissed through my teeth, my heart pounding. I tried my damned hardest not to finish instantly.
Bennett hadn’t shown off all his tricks yet. He inched lower, his lips swallowing up more of my aching cock until he’d taken my full length without breaking a sweat. I felt delirious with pleasure. His mouth was hot, wet, and inviting. I could’ve stayed there forever, if it wouldn’t have made me lose my mind with arousal.
The car slowed smoothly at a red light. Bennett’s gaze flicked to the window, amusement shining in his eyes. The darkly tinted windows prevented anyone from seeing us, and Bennett’s head was too low to be visible even without them, but I still shuddered thinking about all the people around us. I had no clue I enjoyed this kind of thing until right now...
While the car idled at the light, Bennett slowly pulled away from my cock. His saliva glistened on my twitching flesh like diamonds.
Gods, I was losing it.
“How d’you feel about cumming in public?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal.
My cheeks burned so hard I was afraid of scorching his seats. “Um,” I replied in a squeak. “Good...?”
He chuckled, idly tracing a finger down the throbbing vein of my erection. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” I blurted. “Make me cum in public, please , Bennett?—”
His mouth swallowed my cock again. He moved faster, his rhythm relentless but so fucking pleasurable. I couldn’t stop the wanton sounds escaping my lips, and I didn’t care. I moaned and mewled, writhing in ecstasy as Bennett blew me. Every nerve in my body was alight. I was totally at the mercy of my alpha’s wet, velvety tongue.
I came so hard, I felt like I’d pass out. My cock jerked and convulsed as I unloaded down Bennett’s throat.
At one point, I became vaguely aware of the car driving up a hill. After my post-orgasm high passed and I floated back down to Earth, I lifted my head to see Bennett licking his lips smugly, like a wolf who’d just finished chewing on a bone. Or, I guess, a barghest who’d just finished sucking off a boner.
“Right on time,” Bennett said, glancing out the window. “We’re home, my mate.”
Another shudder rolled down my spine at the way he said that word. Mate.
I had a feeling my night of loving pleasure had only just begun.