CHAPTER 11
“I need your lovin, lovin. I need it now.”
Everett
Oh. My. God.
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I try to get a handle on my manic giggling.
It wasn’t just my bear's comedic timing with that lick making me lose my shit laughing. It’s the whole crazy situation.
To think I was so concerned that I wouldn't have enough food and ruin the date.
Not in a million years did I think Henry would choke on a piece of cheese and almost die.
My reaction is probably due to a release of all the adrenaline I got when I rushed to help Henry and not the choking itself. That wasn’t funny at all, it was kind of terrifying.
I barely have time to get my breathing under control when I realise belatedly that my Alpha is now back to his human skin and very very naked, causing me to inhale sharply and start the whole breathless cycle again.
Except, this time, any urge to continue laughing extinguished in an instant.
I have to actively stop myself from swallowing my tongue.
Henry kneels in front of me, miles of bare, sunkissed skin on display. A thick carpet of dark hair just a shade lighter than black, not unlike the color of his bear, covers his chest, petering down his belly into a trail leading to a thick patch of hair above his jutting cock.
My eyes seem to pingpong over him, unable to decide what I want to focus on first. The tattoo of a bear head on his bicep?
Ink faded in places, indicating its age.
I wonder if there is a story behind it. I don’t see any other tattoos, so maybe it was an act of teenage rebellion or the result of a lost bet.
I hope he doesn't regret it. Life is too short for regrets.
I make a mental note to ask about it later.
I have so much more to admire right now.
Like the way his skin is stretched tight over the muscles in his broad shoulders, yet appears softer around his belly.
There is a bulk to him. A thickness reflecting strength bred from hard physical work and good genetics rather than hours spent at the gym.
I want to rub my face in his chest hair and spend hours rolling my nuts along his happy trail.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Henry asks, voice lower than sin, yet holding a hint of humor.
I have no idea how much time has passed.
I’ve just been kneeling here in front of him staring at his body.
I haven’t even properly looked at his cock yet.
I need more time to study this man, especially his cock, because now that I am giving it my full attention, it kicks up like it's waving hello.
My mouth drops even further as I really take in the sheer size of it.
I imagine I look like one of those Looney Toon characters, bulging heart eyes and all.
A gloriously thick shaft, pointing directly at me. Red mushroomed head already sporting a bead of pre-come from my lecherous gaze. My mouth waters, forcing me to clamp my jaw shut before I drool and embarrass myself further.
I want to fall forward and trace my tongue along the prominent vein twisting from base to tip. His balls are sitting heavy between his legs, begging for me to touch them. I swear I can hear them whispering to me. Play with us Everett, make us shiny
I lift my head to meet Henry's amber eyes. I think he asked me a question, but I have no idea what it was, and I doubt I would hear him if he repeated it. All I can focus on is the way my heart is pounding in my chest and the copious amounts of slick leaking into my shorts.
“This is not how I envisaged our first date. I wanted to share a picnic with you, learn all of the things. I don’t even know your last name and I’m essentially shoving my dick in your face.
I can fix this, we can pretend the last ten minutes never even happened.
I just need to run back to my truck. I have a change of clothes in the trunk, will you be okay here for a few minutes?
” He asks and stands up, ready to run to his car.
I move without any real thought, lunging forward on my knees to grab his hands.
Which conveniently puts his groin and that great big lollypop of an alpha cock mere inches from my lips.
Which puts an immediate halt to all my thoughts, rendering me mute.
My hands are physically shaking with restraint as I fight the urge to close the gap and lap at his tip like the hungry omega I am.
The scent of musk and man is so strong I fear I’m too weak to resist such a temptation for much longer.
“Have you considered maybe this is exactly how it's supposed to go?” I ask, choking out the words around a lump of desire in my throat. I’m unable to take my eyes off the prize, so to speak, in order to look at him.
Although the sound of his heavy breathing and the way the muscles in his thigh tense show he isn’t immune to the pheromones I’m generously showering the area in.
Good, I want him to feel as desperate as I do and ditch the idea of covering this body up.
In fact, I might demand that he never wear clothes again.
I don’t know what he does for work, but if he can’t work naked from home with me impaled on his knot, then he needs a new job.
Slowly, I rake my heated gaze up his body. My fingers follow the path from his thickset thighs to the patch of dark hair above his cock. I purposely skip the star of the show because if I so much as graze a fingertip against his cock, I know I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
Henry's chest is expanding and contracting as his breathing accelerates and becomes uneven at my feather-light touch.
I catch the way he clenches his fists at his sides like he's fighting the same filthy sex urges as hard as I am.
Which, in theory, is stupid. Remind me again why we are pumping the brakes and not my ass?
It's clear we have no intention of rejecting each other.
We have a lifetime to learn each other's idiosyncrasies.
Pushing to my feet, I finish my explorations. Brushing my fingertips along the strong muscles in his biceps. Taking the time to tease his nipples and delighting in the way they perk up for me. Goosebumps bloom on his skin wherever I touch him.
Dropping my hands, I reach his fists and force his fingers to relax and open for me to intertwine with mine and take a step closer. Finally closing the gap and pressing us skin to skin, chest to thighs. My whole body is vibrating, not from fear or even adrenaline, but from pure, unchecked desire.
Standing fully clothed in the middle of the woods next to my naked and very hard alpha has to be some kind of test, or torture.
How the fuck am I supposed to play it cool or have any kind of chill when I’m faced with a six foot four lumber snack?
The top of my head barely brushes his heavy pectoral muscles.
His biceps aren’t far off the size of my head and his cock is poking me in the belly button.
“I can’t imagine this going any other way.” I whisper softly, hoping he’ll show me mercy and give in. “You, naked, right in front of me. Like every one of my favorite porn reels come to life. I’m hoping this has the same happy ending those did.”
He brings our connected hands to his face, chuckling against my skin as he kisses each of knuckles in turn.
My hand looks so tiny in his, and I’m not ashamed to admit the thickness of his fingers sends a shiver right to the base of my spine.
God, even one of those digits is going to stretch my hole deliciously.
Henry’s low rumble brings my eyes back to his, the hunger in them unmistakable.
I can tell he’s still unsure though. Damn me for manifesting a mate with such strong morals.
“Is that what you really want?” He studies me, trying to figure out if it’s my desire talking or if I really mean it. “You know that's not why I brought you here today, right? I don’t want you to regret moving so quickly. We have time, Ev.”
“Let me tell you a quick story.” Freeing my hands, I reach up and clasp them around his neck.
“Once upon a time there was a young squirrel omega that would watch the way his parents looked at each other with adoration in their eyes.
Even when the house was chaotic and the kits driving them crazy, their love never faltered.
The alpha papa provides quiet strength and support to the omega dad through every pregnancy and birth.
That young squirrel grew up in a home ruled by love and he knew that was the life he wanted.
He’d imagine how they would meet, how he would know immediately that he would love this alpha with every ounce of his soul.
He dreamed up the perfect meet-cute, what he would be wearing, the charming things that he would say.
How they would come together and bond with a ferocity that could never be replicated.
Reality exceeded everything I ever wished for.
” I tell him, my eyes steadfast, my tone unwavering.
“I wouldn’t change a thing about how we met, this date or you. My mate.”
“Even the part where I almost died?” He jokes, a smirk crossing his face as he lowers his forehead to connect with me, not unlike how his bear had nudged me with his head. Playful looks good on my man.
I shrug, grinning at him. “I could totally pull off the weeping widow aesthetic. Besides, your bear would never have let you actually perish from a piece of cheese.” That pulls a laugh from him and my face actually hurts from how wide I’m smiling.
“I’m glad you have such faith in him.”
“I do, and if you hadn’t of inhaled a cube of Gouda I might not have gotten to meet Barney today and that would have been a serious travesty.”
“Barney, huh, I like it.”
“Good, now you have two choices, my big strong alpha. You either let me kneel in front of you and worship your cock right here in the open or take me to that cabin and spend the rest of the afternoon fucking me into the mattress.” I let out a startled yelp when Henry bends at the knees to grip the back of my thighs and throw my body over his shoulder as if I weigh less than a bag of sugar. Then we are moving.
With the world upside down, I’m not sure which direction we are headed, but Henry's long legs eat up the terrain at an impressive speed. It’s only a few minutes before the mossy forest floor gives way to the compacted dirt of a driveway, then wooden steps of a porch.
Just as fast as he picked me up, Henry deposits me on my feet, holding my arms to steady my spinning head.
“Great, option two for the win.” I smirk, stretching up on my tiptoes to drag my alpha down for a filthy kiss just to assure him I am very much on board with this plan.
Enthusiastic consent is the goal with this kiss.
Pleased when his big heavy palms grip my ass and lift me back up, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist. I groan when his tongue delves into my mouth, feeding me his moan of agreement.