Chapter 12
Nate
Unavailable.
The word stands out in red across every date until after the new year.
It was stupid of me to think I'd be able to get in on such short notice.
In Germany, it was different. Since it was right next to the base, they had omegas on location, rotating through to make sure there was never a gap in needs.
Even though Grand Junction is not tiny by any means, it also doesn't have the same needs as a military station. I wonder if I can just get in at the one near Aurora. But then, I don't want to have to answer why I'm leaving for so long in the middle of the day.
Dammit. I should have just thought ahead and booked something. It doesn't matter that I thought I was coming home to a nice, peaceful scenario. It's been long enough since I've had my carnal needs satisfied that I should have either taken care of it in Germany or had something waiting for me here.
Tossing the phone down on the bed, I make my way over to the adjoining bathroom and place my ear against the door to Lila's room. Nothing. Not one sound comes from there. Is she even still in the house?
No doubt Robert would have noted her exit. I give a soft knock but hear nothing. Easing the door open, I stop short as Lila lies sprawled on the bed in nothing but her bra and panties with her phone up to her face as her fingers fly over the screen.
She doesn't see me. She doesn't seem to smell me. But by God, I smell her.
I don't know what she's doing or who she's talking to, but the scent of her arousal nearly knocks me over.
It's so thick I can practically taste it on my tongue, sweet and intoxicating.
It's all honeyed warmth and need rolling off her mixed with fury.
It's a potent, heady scent that demands I walk over to her, pin her to the bed, and show her who's in charge.
God, it demands I rip those panties off and bury my face between her thighs until she's screaming.
They’re practically molded to her pussy as slick turns them nearly transparent. I can see everything—the outline of her lips, the wet patch spreading across the fabric… Every. Fucking. Thing.
The crisp hairs surrounding her entrance look soft and downy pressed against the soft, pink cotton. Dear God. I nearly cum in my pants just looking at her. As it is, my cock continues to jerk as precum nearly soaks through my pajamas.
Wrenching my gaze away from temptation, I skim up her taut stomach to where her breasts heave against a matching cotton bra.
Her nipples jut out, standing straight against the binding fabric, hard little peaks begging to be sucked, bitten, and twisted.
She's a vision of perfection, a temptation I'm not allowed to want.
It takes all my remaining willpower to look back at her face, noting the studious frown marring her lips.
If it's porn, it shouldn't be difficult to figure out. Then again, she did buy a beginner stretcher set. Maybe she just has no clue how things work between an Alpha and their omega. Maybe she’s still a fucking virgin?
No. I can't let myself think about that.
I can't imagine her sliding one of those dildos into her pussy as I lap at her clit, can't picture her struggling to take even the smallest one while I hold it in place, forcing her body to stretch around it. More than that, I refuse to picture my own cock spreading her open as I pound into her. Unfortunately, it’s hard to not imagine the sounds she'd make as I split her virgin cunt open on my thick shaft.
My cock continues pulses behind the confines of my pajama pants with each beat of my heart, forcing the overly sensitive skin to rub against it.
Normally, I don't wear underwear with them, but today I regret that decision.
The soft fabric brushes against my shaft like little tongues.
It grazes my balls like shallow breaths teasing me until they draw up painfully tight.
Every movement torture, with every breath making me harder.
Still, she doesn't notice. She doesn't see me there at the entrance to her room, practically gripping the wood frame so hard I'm afraid it might shatter under my fingers. How the fuck does she not know I'm in here watching her like the predator I am as I imagine all the ways I could take her.
A soft growl rips from my throat as I see the headphones in her ear. Of course she can't hear me. It's no excuse, however, for not even sensing my presence. Perhaps in some twisted, fucked-up way, Robert is right. Lila seems to have the situational awareness of a fucking dodo bird.
Closing the door behind me, I stride back over to my side and slam the door, locking both before I slide onto the bed. The sooner I find a place for us, the sooner I can get out of the damned confines of this house.
There are too many eyes. There are too many ears. And there's just too much fucking horny omega for me to function correctly.
Pulling up the listings near Aurora, I skim over the ones that simply won't do. I need more space. Not less of it. The problem is, I have no clue how much Robert is paying right now for the dorms, and so I can't make proper calculations.
I fire off a text and keep going. I have to distract myself. I have to forget my stepsister lying there, her legs spread as she somehow disappears into what she was doing. To be that free, that unencumbered, that fucking careless.
A groan vibrates in my throat as I look at the places between Buckley and her college.
Was she touching herself? Is that why her legs were like that?
Was she sliding her fingers through that slick, circling her clit, working herself toward orgasm?
It would certainly account for how delicious she smelled.
What was she reading? Who was she talking to? Questions distract me as my phone buzzes. Great. Seems that money is no limit when it comes to her and her safety. Makes sense but doesn't help me narrow the field.
Tossing the laptop to the side, I go back over to the door separating her room from the bathroom and knock louder. Still fucking nothing. Frustration and lust mount until I rip the door open and barge into her room.
There she is, head tipped back, lips parted, as soft, nearly silent gasps flit into the room. With her hand jammed into her panties, I can't quite see her pussy anymore, but I don't have to. I have it memorized as much as I can without seeing her naked.
Her fingers dance over her clit as she rocks her hips up and down, still oblivious to me, working herself over, chasing pleasure, and completely vulnerable.
I can't explain the rage I feel as she pleasures herself while I watch. There’s a jealousy there, an insane jealousy, that it's her own hand and not mine making her gasp like that.
Fuck. She doesn't even have the decency to do it in the shower where she could make an excuse for any odd sounds or noises. She doesn’t do it where I won’t see her. Is she doing this on purpose? Is she testing me? Tempting me?
Hovering above her, I slam my hand against the headboard and glare down.
Startling blue eyes stare up at me for a moment, blinking, as she finally registers she's not alone.
The delayed reaction would be comical if I wasn't so fucking hard, so desperately horny, and so fucking sick of everything happening right now.
A shocked squeal flies from her lips as she tosses her phone down next to her and squirms as she removes her hand from touching herself and yanks a blanket over to cover up.
Her fingers glisten with her arousal as the scent of it floods the room.
With her tousled hair and pink cheeks, it takes every bit of me not to just kiss those flushed lips, to feel them pressed to mine as I pin her to the fucking bed and shove those slick-coated fingers into her mouth and make her taste herself.
"Jesus," she hisses as she sits up. "Ever heard of knocking?"
"I did. Several times in fact. Apparently, you didn't hear me."
"And what, you just walk in here?"
"Which time?"
Her face pales as she simply blinks at me. "What do you mean which time?"
"Which. Fucking. Time. I was in here just a few minutes ago, but you had no idea. This is the second time I've come in. I was hoping you'd be decent so we could talk."
"I have nothing to say to you," she spits out as she pulls the blanket tighter.
"Yes, you do. Robert is insisting on it, and I won't let you throw away your dreams when this could be settled like adults. Or are you not capable of that?"
With a toss of her hair, she gives me a smirk that spells nothing but trouble. "You don't have to worry about me. I've got a plan that doesn't require me to be under Dad's thumb or yours."
"Trust me," I growl out, "it would be much more pleasant under mine.
You'd actually enjoy it if I made you submit.
" When her lips part, I move onto something a bit safer.
“Besides, have you seen the prices? I have.
I've been looking for a place while you've been getting yourself off.
No way you can make enough to afford it. "
"As if you don't get yourself off,” she sulks, completely ignoring what I’m saying.
"Yes," I seethe. "But when there are others in the house, I have the fucking decency to use the shower."
Silence descends between us as she darts her gaze to the open bathroom door.
Is she wondering about that time we were in the bathroom together?
Is she picturing me naked behind the curtain jacking off while she peed just a few feet away?
Is she imagining what I look like when I come, wondering what name hovers on my lips?
My cock pulses against the fabric again, dragging a stifled groan from my lips. "Fuck, Lila. Let's just play along with his little game. Placate him. There's a chance we won't even find anything."
She slumps down and pulls her legs up under the covers so she can rest her cheek against her knees. "You'd think that. But he will win. He always wins."