Chapter 19 – Killian Adler
Killian Adler
"Y ou're sure you don't want me to drive them over?" I ask, frowning at my mom and one of my dads.
"Good God, honey. You weren't joking," Paul says to my mom. "He's worse than a mother hen. It's a three-minute drive if the snow keeps up. It's still light. Calm down, I drove you around in the damn dead of winter."
"Don't curse," Mom and I say in unison.
Paul grins, patting me on the shoulder. "You're so done for."
"Probably," I agree, nodding.
"We're not absconding with her children with no prior knowledge… right?" Mom asks, hedging Cove up higher on her hip.
"She knows," I say, shooting them a frown.
"Bye Kiki!" Cove says, tossing herself at me. I lean down and she squeezes my neck as she kisses my cheek.
"Bye, sweetheart," I say, giving Paul the evil eye. "You'll text when you get there?"
"Of course," my mom says, nodding. "I've got the matching base so we'll just clunk in the car seat and get Cove buckled… Did you want to do it?" She raises an eyebrow daring me to say yes.
I swipe a hand over my face. "I trust you."
"Obviously." Paul scoffs. "We'll text you within a half an hour. See ya, Jasper," he calls to Cleary who's lounging on the couch.
They head out and I try not to obsessively watch from the window. I’m not sure, but I think I’m freaking the fuck out about my date with Riley. It doesn’t help having the girls out of my sight when my stress level is so damn high. My urge to protect them is nearly uncontrollable.
Yeah, I’m losing my shit.
"You're so fucked," Jasper says, snorting from the couch. I toss him a middle finger and stomp out of the room.
* * *
"Cheesecake or brownie?" I ask Riley who's lounging next to me in the circular booth.
Had to make the trek into the city because the island is useless this time of year and I wanted to impress her. Sunde said she'd never been on a date before, and that shit blows my mind.
"Surprise me?" she suggests, biting her lip and blinking up at me.
That look is the look of a woman who wants to be kissed senseless. I drop the fork, leaning over and pulling her face to mine for a tender kiss.
"Deliciously sweet," I whisper against her smile.
"I haven't even had a bite of dessert yet," Riley says, grinning.
"It's just you. Sweet cream and vanilla cake batter," I say, brushing a finger over her soft cheek.
We snuggle close as I feed her alternating bites. The restaurant is right on the water inside one of the grand old hotels. There's snow lightly falling outside and the water is a romantic backdrop. The soft groans she gives as she enjoys the dessert has my cock aching in my jeans.
Felicity texted earlier to say the girls were asleep and she was heading that way herself. She added that of course, we can still pick them up, it's no trouble… but the offer stands for a sleepover. Riley didn't say much, just blinked up at me when I read her the message.
"Ready to get out of here and get the girls?" I ask, tilting her face to mine. My heart beats funny when she smiles up at me.
"They can stay the night," Riley whispers, her eyelashes flutter and my breath evaporates in my lungs. "I mean if that's okay with you. I don't want to put your family out-" I hush her with a tantalizing kiss.
The server drops back by with my card and I handle that. Yanking out my phone, I text my mom who replies instantly with a bunch of emojis. Going to sleep my ass. I have no idea what the hell those emojis mean.
Riley giggles, leaning over my shoulder and I get a strong hit of her scent. It's getting stronger by the day.
"You ready?" I ask, pulling her out of the booth and into my arms.
She nods and we head out. It's a quick trek across the parking lot and we're at the car. Pulling up the middle seat that I usually use as an armrest, I nod for Riley to sit in the middle. I help her up into the truck and climb in right next to her.
The air is tinged with her pheromones and it's putting me on edge. Her small hand rests against my thigh as we drive, and you'd think she was gripping my cock for how hard I am. The way her soft curves press into my hard frame does weird shit to my brain.
The snow isn't bad, but the drive back feels like it takes way too fucking long.
My hand caresses her thigh as I drive. Eventually, I get a little bolder and brush the back of my fingers over her sex.
She spreads her legs wider and not even the fabric of her clothing can hide the smell of her slick cunt.
By the time we pull into the garage, I'm feeling fully feral for the first time in years. Riley's pussy fills the entire truck with the sweet scent of needy omega sex. My nostrils flare as I lean over and unhook her seat belt.
She's squeezing her thighs tight and taking deep breaths like she's trying to calm her system.
"You're trying to drive me crazy, aren't you gorgeous?" I growl, my hand slides up her neck and into her hair.
Our mouths collide in a frantic open mouthed kiss that has my chest vibrating with a purr. Fuck me. Twice now it's happened with Riley. Can't remember the last time I purred before her.
"Come on," I rumble, climbing out of the truck and pulling her with me. I wrap her body around mine and head for the door that leads inside. We make it into the house and I pin her to the wall in the laundry room.
She took off her jacket in the truck. The form fitting dress and leggings are thin enough… she whimpers into my mouth and fuck it's like my brain short circuits with need to be inside her.
Can't get naked in the laundry room . I'm not fucking feral. My arm bands under her ass. I tote her down the back hallway and straight to my room. I growl against her mouth as I think about the scent of her pussy all over my bed.
The dirty mouth fucking continues as I slam my door closed behind us. Riley whimpers, chasing my mouth as I put her on her feet. My hands dig into her ass pulling her flush with my front as I rip the dress off over her head.
She shivers. Her small hands make quick work of lifting up my shirt. I yank off the long-sleeve t-shirt and toss it across the room. My hands brush down her arms. One of her arms twists back, unhooking her bra and I groan at the sight of her heavy tits. She kicks off her shoes and I do the same.
"On the bed, sweetheart," I growl. Ripping off her leggings takes no time at all.
I bite my lip at the smell of her delicious pussy.
Popping the button and fly on my jeans, I fall to my knees on the floor.
I yank her to me with her ankles. She giggles.
Long hair fans out over the bed around her as her chest heaves.
Pink cheeks and pink puffy lips tease my already jacked up system.
Ripping down her panties, I bury my face in her pussy.
The snarl that escapes my chest is disturbing or it would be if my brain was functioning at full capacity.
Nipping and sucking at her plump cunt that's about all my brain can process.
Flicking my tongue over her engorged clit, my beard rubs against her soft flesh.
She's going to have a hell of a beard burn tomorrow.
My hand slides up pinching and tugging each nipple.
Her legs wrap around my torso and her feet clench at my back.
My knot aches painfully with the scent of perfuming omega so close. The head of my cock is sticky with pre-come. My nose bumps her clit as my tongue plunges in and out of her hole.
"Kills," Riley sobs, yanking at my hair. "Ohh, a-alpha."
My chest vibrates steadily as I purr. She writhes around trying to squirm away, but it triggers my impulses and I grip her hips and ass tighter.
"Be a good girl and let me have my fun, sweetness," I growl into her thigh as I lick and nip. Her pussy is pink and glistening in the low light and it's taunting the fuck out of me.
It's been years since I've been with anyone.
Need to make sure she's good and satisfied before I slide inside her.
Otherwise, I'll likely embarrass myself.
Sure, alphas can come a lot of times when we're knot deep, but generally from my understanding since I've never actually knotted anyone, that shit is during a heat and helped along by pheromones.
I slide a thick finger inside her as I flick my tongue over her clit.
She's gone from trying to push me away, to trying to pull me deeper.
The way her tiny hand rips at my hair has me grinning.
The stretch is un-fucking-real. It's damn concerning how tight she feels around my finger, so I make sure to stroke her g-spot until her slick coats my hand before adding another thick digit.
Fuck, I want inside her with a vengeance, but it also needs to be enjoyable for her.
If she feels like I'm ripping her in half, she'll never let me back inside her body.
My hand slides up cupping her tit and pinching the nipple.
Slick is dripping down my hand and beard.
I growl lapping at her clit like a lunatic.
Get yourself under control. You're practically rabid, forget feral .
"Alpha, please," Riley begs. Her slit locks down on my fingers and it becomes hard to work in and out. She moans and trembles.
Mount, rut, breed, claim.
My fucked-up impulses are riding me hard, and I use that intensity as I stroke every pleasurable spot inside her until she comes with a scream and a hot rush of slick.
I work her through her release and try to be gentle during the come down.
I make quick work of my jeans and boxers, yanking off my socks as I climb up her curvy body.
My cock bounces around jabbing into her soft skin.
I growl against her mouth. Our tongues dance in a desperate, wet kiss that has my cock sticky and leaking all over her.
I pull her legs, wrapping them around my ass.
I yank her up into me crawling us up the bed.
Her tits bounce against my chest, and I fight the fog.