5. Gianna
CHAPTER 5
GIANNA
The moment I woke and sat up to look around the room, Marco’s eyes snapped open.
“It’s time,” he croaked groggily.
I was already sweating beneath my robe. The door blocked the majority of what was going on outside, but the muffled sounds had invaded my dreams nonetheless, and the air was saturated with heat hormones no matter how much I tried to ignore them. I didn’t move, instead letting my gaze sweep over the body that would be all over me soon enough. Marco’s blond hair was tied at his nape, his blue-gray eyes watching me with an unnerving focus. His features were all sharp and strong, from his hawk nose, to his jawline scattered with salted strands among the gold. Every inch of him was lean and compact, not entirely defined while he was laying down, but the strength tucked into each of those muscles was apparent even with their current softness. His cock was anything but soft, though, standing at full attention.
I tore my gaze away from it, the pulse of my slowly emerging heat already pounding between my thighs.
“Like what you see, hellcat?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I pressed my lips together and tucked my knees up to my chest.
“Don’t pout. If it wasn’t me now, it would be someone else the moment you went home.”
“Do you even want me? Or do you just stick your dick in whoever Bianca tells you to?”
His eyes narrowed. “If you’re pissed about the bonding being an obligation, you can just say that.”
“I’m pissed about the bonding itself. You don’t have to fuck me for that.”
“You must think I’m the scum of humanity if you believe I’d trigger your heat just to bond you and then leave you in agony for days until it burned itself out. You’re mine and you’re going to need me.”
I ground my teeth together. He wasn’t wrong. I’d heard stories of omegas denied during their heats, how they emerged a husk of who they were, needing weeks or months of recovery to undo the damage. Without someone there to tend me, I’d take myself to the brink of starvation trying to satisfy the needs of the heat.
“And more than need,” Marco said as he crawled across the bed toward me and lifted my chin, brushing his nose along my jawline to nip my earlobe, “I want to experience you.”
My body reacted instantly, heat pulsing through me. I fought against every urge to tip my head in a silent request for him to do more.
“You can’t hide your desire from me, hellcat. You can give in now or later, but you don’t have a choice in the matter.”
“Don’t kiss me,” I blurted out. “Anything else, just…”
“One boundary,” he whispered against my skin, his fingers threading into my hair to tilt my head and rake his teeth over my skin. “I’ll give you that. The rest of you is mine.”
I couldn’t stop my shaking as he laid his mouth over the scent gland on my throat and sucked at the sensitive patch of skin until I tasted blood on my tongue from biting my lips so hard to keep silent.
“Tell me when you’re ready to go out. We can delay a few hours more, but our time here isn’t unlimited before we’re expected back.”
“Let’s just get it over with.”
“Are you planning to be cooperative or am I going to have to restrain you?”
I couldn’t promise that I would behave, but saying so out loud felt like an invitation to be bound. “That depends on if you’re going to prevent anyone out there from touching me.”
“The only one getting their hands on you is me.”
Better one than many.
“I don’t know how I feel about having sex in front of people.”
“It’s fun if you can get out of your own head about it. In any case, I’ll have to at least touch you. Your heat will take longer to trigger if you’re just breathing in the hormones than if you’re being touched. I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
He sounded so sincere when he said it that I couldn’t help but believe him.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Nerves twisted in my belly, creating the oddest cocktail of sensations as they warred with the desire slowly pounding through my blood.
Marco whipped the blankets away and pulled me off the bed, opening the door and thrusting me out into the main room. The heat scents almost took me out at the knees, my pussy clenching and my breasts tightening. A good portion of the people out there turned to look at me and I felt every gaze like fire brushing my body. Marco’s presence at my back was a protective wall and I leaned into him, even knowing what was coming.
I whimpered, heat climbing up my spine and making my pussy throb.
Marco guided me over to one of the ostentatious leather benches where an omega was currently strapped down, being used, with an alpha at her hips and another at her face. I’d never seen a piece of furniture quite like it before, with seating wrapped around the central raised portion so the omega’s knees were supported and the alphas could use the bench as they pleased, with space along the long sides for others to make use of, leather cuffs dangling here and there for restraints. Marco spun me, sitting me down with my back against the raised portion of the bench, and kept a steady eye on me as he bound each of my wrists in a leather cuff, then each of my ankles while I was frozen and focused on not letting myself drown.
“I don’t trust you not to punch me again, so we’re keeping the cuffs on until you’re more amenable.”
Every moan out of the omega behind me was a battering ram against the doors of my control. Being so close to her made my own heat inevitable.
“Don’t fight it.” Marco dropped to his knees in front of me and wrapped his hand around my ankle just above the cuff. “Breathe in and let it happen.”
I shook my head, holding my breath until my head swam. His hands on each of my thighs pressing outwards triggered a gasp, and with it a rush of heat hormones invaded me. I tipped my head back, resting on the omega behind me, and flexing my muscles against the cuffs binding me. I could already feel slick gathering, feel the heat building in my body. Sweat prickled against my scalp and I struggled against the urge to ask Marco to take off the robe before I melted.
“Let it happen,” Marco repeated. “I won’t let anyone else touch you.”
My answering whimper had his bourbon and smoke scent rising. His hands slid up my thighs and I tried not to tremble, my panicked breathing as he slipped his fingers against my clit, making me dizzy.
“Fucking drenched,” he mused.
I tried to press my thighs together, but didn’t have enough range of motion with the cuffs on my ankles. “Marco, please?—”
He pressed his fingers into me, choking off my words. My fingers and toes curled, thighs shaking as he sank those fingers in to the hilt and started up a steady rhythm that had words dying on my tongue, all of my desperate panting dragging me closer to the edge of my heat.
Grinding my teeth together didn’t help, nor did digging my nails into my palms, nor did imagining the thousands of ways I would make everyone who had put me in this position pay for it one day.
Marco’s mouth found my skin again, his teeth teasing down the length of my throat and over my shoulder as he nudged the robe down. I squeezed around his fingers, even knowing it wouldn’t stop the movement. Pleasure built in a tight ball, every stroke inside me pushing me up the peak until I shattered for him with a strangled cry and a rush of slick.
As if it broke some invisible barrier, my orgasm spurred him into action, his hands clutching at the robe and tearing it open, his mouth diving back against me, his touch gliding over my sweat-dampened skin. I writhed against him, mind and body at war. The rapidly declining rational part of my brain wanted to run away from here and find some way to get back home, but if he stopped touching me I was liable to implode.
Even above the thick cloud of scents in this place, his smoke and bourbon rang clear in my nose, coaxing me to give in.
I was so warm. Too warm. Every bit of the robe still touching me chafed my skin. The whine I let out had a dozen eyes fastening onto me and Marco’s growl in response to their attention lit me up like fireworks.
“Marco, fuck, I—” I bucked hard against his hand when he thrust it between my thighs again, riding his fingers to seek my own pleasure as the edges of my heat threatened to swallow me whole.
I nearly came out of my skin when Marco lifted my breast and wrapped his lips around the peak, his tongue a relentless tease. Every primal instinct I possessed was pushing my body to respond, to make sure nothing that came after this would hurt. I was spread open for him to do as he pleased, and I hated that I enjoyed every second of it. I rode his fingers, and arched my back to thrust my breast closer to his mouth. With my eyes closed, there was nothing else in the world but the alpha undoing me and the omega already coming undone on repeat behind me.
Why did he feel so fucking good ? I’d been through heats with heat helpers in the past, but there was nothing professional about how Marco handled me.
I was going to perish if he didn’t do more. Two fingers wasn’t enough, did absolutely nothing to assuage the growing burn, but Marco only seemed amused by every sharp kick of my hips against his hand. I refused to open my mouth and ask for more, didn’t want to give him that particular pleasure.
“Feeling a little desperate?”
If I hadn’t been bound, I would’ve slapped the amused smirk right off his face, which just proved he’d been smart to put me in the cuffs.
“Do you want to start making things up to me before you fall too deep?”
“God, fucking please, I’ll do anything. just make me come before I implode.”
He moved to the other side of the bench and gathered up my mess of hair into his fist and stared down at me with those stormy eyes. “I’ll consider this a thank you for saving you. We’ll talk about your punishment once you’re out of the heat haze.”
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he wanted, but I still wasn’t fully prepared to be pinned down against the other omega by my hair before his cock pushed down my throat. His smoke and bourbon was just as strong here, though I caught only a whiff of it before my breathing was cut off entirely. I strained against the cuffs, but they were too strong; he was too strong. His hand stroked the bulge of his cock in my throat.
“That’s my good girl. Perfect omega, taking her alpha’s cock.”
Delight curled through me at the praise even as I panicked at my inability to breathe.
He pulled out slowly and I sucked in a huge lungful of air gratefully. My heat was too fucking close. I inhaled again before he fucked back between my lips. I tried to let myself go limp, to placidly take what he wanted to give, but the tension in every muscle only grew as desperation steeped every nerve. An alpha was inside me , but not where I needed him to be, not where he would stop the heat from destroying me.
I captured snatches of breath between his thrusts, my strength melting away, slick dripping out of me until all I could smell was my own sweet peach tea and his bourbon and smoke.
When he finally pulled away, I stared at the string of saliva that connected my tongue to his cock, letting the encroaching delirium wrap around me.
“Not yet,” he crooned, moving around the bench again to hoist me up by my hair and smack my face with his cock. “You’re not going under until I’ve branded every inch of you.”
He stroked his cock, watching me with a smug expression. His cum burst from the tip, accompanied by a growl that made my pussy clench as he painted me with his pleasure.
Before I could fully react, he ripped the cuffs off of me, scooped me into his arms, and carried me back into the suite. “Present for me.”
He set me down, and, half-delirious, I lifted my hips. Marco pinned me down by the back of my neck as he notched the tip of his cock against me and fucked into my pussy with one sweeping movement.
The pressure of him had my eyes rolling back in my head. He thrust slowly, drawing out and crashing into me, each thrust forcing a groan out of him that fueled my own desire. His fingers clamped down against the scent gland on each side of my throat, rotating slowly until the tension melted out of my body.
“Let’s get you onto this knot, hellcat, and then we’ll see about getting you through your heat.”
With the next thrust, he fucked in hard and his knot swelled, my scream of completion echoing through the club. The internal pressure set off a cycle of spasms, pleasure rippling under my skin, my pussy frantically clenching as I unraveled. His body draped over me and that was the last thing I knew before the haze dragged me under.