20. Sunny
Chapter 20
Sunny
M y pack was incredible.
They were sweet, kind, and so thoughtful.
So why was I so damn irritable?
The entire time we were eating dinner, I could feel myself getting grumpier and grumpier. The guys weren't doing anything wrong, but something was itching inside me.
I did my best to keep my irritation away from them. The last thing I wanted to do was lash out at them because I was going through some sort of hormonal insanity. Rune had given me a laptop—one that was pretty much brand new and much too fancy for me. Between that and the phone Walker had given me, I was well stocked in tech.
After dinner, I scampered back to my room before the guys could offer to watch TV or do anything together, claiming that I was tired.
I wasn’t tired.
In fact, I was the opposite.
My body felt jittery with the need for something.
It wasn't until I was halfway back to my room that it dawned on me just what I was feeling.
Horny.
Needy.
Desperate.
I hadn't thought about sex for years. I had practically been a nun until Walker and I had gone at it on his desk.
Clearly his attention had woken up my lady business, because my body felt hungry for release.
Not that I was going to act on that feeling. I’d already accosted Walker once. I couldn't do it again.
No matter how much I wanted to.
As I padded toward the bathroom, intent on taking a shower, my phone rang for probably the sixtieth time that day.
Checking the caller ID, even though I already knew who it was, I glared at the screen.
Unknown Number .
I wanted to laugh. Unknown, my ass. I knew exactly who was calling me—Gregory.
Why wouldn’t he get the message and leave me alone?
I had been avoiding his calls, but given my highly irritated state, I pressed answer before I even thought it through.
“Why the fuck aren’t you answering me?” Gregory snarled.
Usually that voice would make me shrink back in fear, but for reasons beyond me, I wasn’t scared—I was pissed .
“Gregory. Stop calling me. We are done,” I said, keeping my voice level.
He was silent for a moment. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice taking on a sweet tone. “You know you become irrational when you’re going into heat.”
I frowned. I wasn’t due for a heat, and he would know that, considering he’d acted like a reprehensible asshole during my last one.
“No heat, I just want nothing to do with you.”
A frustrated growl escaped Gregory. “Look, the brat is my child, and you know that I need him. My family will cut me off from my inheritance. He’s my heir.”
I resisted the urge to gag. “You have no interest in having a child,” I pointed out.
“That’s what you’re meant to do! It’s not my fault you’re a failure of an omega and can’t handle one child. You should be thankful I’ve given you so many chances.”
My hands shook as I spoke. “Well, I don’t need any more chances.”
“If you don’t come back, I’ll take my son.”
That threat.
That was what scared me the most.
My chest tightened, and my breathing became erratic.
Then it dawned on me—legally, I had a way out.
“He’s not your son. I’m bonded now.”
A spluttering sound came through the phone, and Gregory didn’t speak for a moment. Eventually, he found words. “You’re lying!”
“Nope, completely bonded. Now, seeing as you didn't want to be on Luka’s birth certificate, you have zero legal claim to him. So, get it through your head, Gregory. We are no longer part of your life.” I growled the final word before hanging up.
For a moment, I stood there, shaking like a leaf while I tried to catch my breath.
I had never stood up to Gregory like that.
After quickly checking that Luka was still fast asleep in his crib, I padded to the bathroom and stripped off my clothing, tossing them onto the floor before turning on the shower and hopping in.
A cold shower would do me good.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
Stepping under the icy spray of water, I trembled, hissing as the cold attacked my skin like frigid daggers. How anyone ever opted to take cold showers was beyond me. It was a special kind of torture that I didn't want to endure.
I lasted less than three seconds before I was reaching for the shower control, turning the heat up to high, just the way I loved it.
My personal philosophy was, baths and showers should be hotter than the sun.
Sighing, I stuck my head under the water, letting it warm me. I needed a release.
Looking in the general direction of the door, even though I couldn't see it, thanks to the shower curtain, I bit my lip.
I could be quiet.
When was the last time I’d had a little… me time?
Too damn long.
With one hand on the shower wall, I slowly trailed the other down to my folds. My fingers met wetness, and I almost chuckled. I was certainly in need of a release.
My eyes drifted closed as I remembered the feel of Walker, his teeth in my neck, his knot stretching me out.
Even though our dalliance had been quick, it had been the hottest thing ever, and the memory of it would sustain me for a while.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, my heart rate increased as I quickly started to climb toward release.
The door to the bathroom opened, and I squeaked, pulling my hand away from my folds and standing up straight, my eyes snapping open.
Who would just walk into my bathroom? Luka couldn’t open doors yet, so it wasn’t him.
I nearly screamed when the curtain pulled back, but my panic turned to a glower when I saw Walker standing on the other side with a frown. His shirt was already off, leaving him in only his sweats.
“What on earth are you doing here? You’re making this a habit, and I’m not sure I like it,” I grumbled.
He chuckled. “I can feel what you’re doing. In fact, I can tell how frustrated you’ve been all day,” he declared, pulling off his sweats.
“What are you doing?” I asked, confused but also excited to see him naked again. His cock sprang free, and I swear my pussy was weeping with need for it.
I was seriously becoming the firehouse hoochie.
“I’m going to make my omega come, do you object?” he asked with a smirk as he stepped into the shower.
“W-well… I…” At a loss for words, I could only stare at him.
Thankfully, he didn’t make me answer. He tangled his hand in the hair at the nape of my neck as he pulled me in for a bruising kiss. He tasted sweet and musky. There was a hint of something tart, like he had just eaten some of the lemon meringue cookies I’d made.
“Fuck, you’re stunning,” he growled, pressing me against the cool tiles. With his body against mine, I was between tile and a hard place.
And a very hard cock.
“Please,” I whined against his lips as my hands roamed over his body.
“I wanted to take my time with you, to taste you.” He groaned, pressing his cock against me.
“Next time,” I panted.
He chuckled. “I left you too long, didn’t I? Can’t let my omega get so needy for my cock.” The hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair held my hip, keeping me pressed firmly against him.
“Yep,” I agreed, but the word came out as more of a ragged pant than a fully formed word. I couldn’t string a sentence together; all I could think about was getting knotted again.
Using his grip on my waist, Walker turned me with next to no effort. For a split second, I panicked, thinking I was going to slip. That would be just my luck—getting sexy in the shower, only to end up a broken puddle on the floor.
Thankfully, Walker had it all under control. As I flattened my hands against the wall, he pressed himself against my back, one hand pulling the hair off my neck as his lips found my skin and started sucking. Hard.
He was probably going to leave a mark, but deep down, I loved that idea. I wanted him to cover me in his marks, his cum, and his scent.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said, lips still pressed against my skin.
I shoved my hips back, desperately seeking friction. “Fuck me,” I whined.
“I should ease you into it more,” he muttered, his hand circling my breast, flicking at my nipple.
“Now,” I growled desperately. “Please. Oh, fuck, please. Walker, I need you to fuck me.”
He groaned, a pained sound. “How the fuck can I resist when you beg so beautifully?” he asked, lining himself up with my weeping pussy.
One thrust, that’s all it took for his cock to fill me, stretching my walls to their limits. Every nerve ending in my body sang with happiness as my hands scrambled futilely for grip on the tile.
“So fucking good.” Walker nipped my shoulder. “How am I supposed to get anything done when I know your pussy feels this good? It’s all I can think about.”
My pebbled nipples pressed against the cold tile, only ramping up the sensations more. He wasn’t moving, and I needed that delicious friction.
“Walker,” I whined, thrusting my hips back.
“I’m just taking a moment to enjoy the feel of you wrapped around me,” he said between peppering kisses on my neck.
“You know, you can enjoy that for an extended period of time while you’re knotted in me.”
The sting of his teeth nipping my neck was meant to be a warning, but it only served to make my insides turn to goo and my legs tremble.
“Brat.” Walker laughed.
“Am I wrong?” I said breathlessly.
He hummed. “I suppose not.”
That was all the warning I got before he reared back until the head of his cock was brushing my entrance. He made me wait; it was only a second or two, but I was going out of my mind with the need to be full.
When he thrust, bottoming out, my vision went white and my body convulsed, walls clamping down on his cock, desperately seeking a knot.
All it took was that one stroke, and I was coming on his cock, wave after wave of bliss rocking through my body.
God, I needed that.
“Already?” Walker chuckled, his breath tickling my ear. “I’ve been neglecting this needy pussy, haven’t I?”
I took in a ragged breath before speaking. “You’re the one who woke it up from its long, long slumber.”
Walker tutted, the sound oddly sexy. “Well, I promise I won’t be neglecting my duties anymore,” he said as his hand circled my hip, finding my clit.
I was already sensitive from my first orgasm, so when he reared back, almost all the way out, and filled me again and again, his fingers on my clit… I was a goner.
My core was clenching, like I was already close to the edge. Surely, I wasn’t going to come again so soon? In the past, I had been a one-orgasm-per-fuck girl, if I was lucky.
Honestly, with Gregory, I was lucky if I came once. He was far more focused on his own pleasure. Even during my heat, when orgasms were like confetti—easy and everywhere—he struggled to satisfy me.
My vision blurred as his touch made my skin hum with happiness. I could never have enough of his touch. I had no idea how I’d ever survived without it.
Each punishing stroke made my body tremble, made me want to scream with sheer pleasure. It was shocking that I was still standing.
“So perfect, so good, and all mine ,” Walker growled into my ear as his hips crashed against my ass with each thrust. “My bratty little omega needed to come, didn’t she?”
I did. Oh, I fucking did.
“Yes!”
The base of his knot was starting to bump up against my entrance, and I wanted it so fucking badly. More than the air I was breathing.
“Knot me, please,” I begged.
“I should make you wait,” he gritted out, his pace speeding up, becoming almost frantic with need.
My eyes shot open in panic. I didn’t want to wait; I was pretty sure I couldn’t. My body was begging for another release, to give me what no man had before—two orgasms in a row.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to beg, because as my stomach coiled and that second release was just within reach, he rammed his knot deep, making my entire body explode with sensation.
It was too much, but if he dared stop, I was going to maul him. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, my walls clamping down on his knot as it stretched me in a way that was painful, but in the mind-blowing way that I craved. It was perfect.
“How does your pussy feel even better wrapped around my knot than I remembered?”
“Bad memory, going senile?” I joked breathlessly as I slowly came down from my high. I didn’t trust my legs to hold my weight, so I stayed pressed firmly against the wall, using it for support.
My ass stung as he slapped it lightly. “Behave. No senile man could fuck so well.”
I hummed in agreement. My omega was in heaven. Knotted and stuffed full of cum. I was already floating on cloud nine, thanks to the multiple orgasms, when Walker started playing with my clit again. My body was oversensitive, and each touch made me squirm.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
“I’m making you come again,” Walker said simply.
Again?
“I can’t…”
“Oh, you can.” With his other hand, he tugged on my nipple while sucking on my neck. “And you will,” he muttered against my skin.
The confidence in his tone did something to me, and it wasn’t long before I was tumbling over the edge—for a third time.
“Okay, my vagina surrenders.” I giggled as we untangled ourselves and exited the shower.
Walker grabbed a towel, smiling as he started drying me. “I’ll give her some time to recover.”
“Not too long, I hope? Also, I can dry myself,” I said as he ran the towel over my body.
“I know, but I want to,” he said, cocking his head to the side, engrossed in his task.
After thoroughly drying me, he pulled on a pair of sweats and grabbed his T-shirt, handing it to me with a grin.
Cheeky fucker knew I wanted to wear his scent, even though I already smelled of him, thanks to his cum leaking from my pussy.
Behind him, my phone chirped on the counter.
“Can you check that? It could be Luka’s baby monitor,” I said, as he was closest.
Walker beamed at me. “Sure.”
I admired him from behind as he turned. The muscles in his back were defined, and I appreciated the sight—I had never considered back muscles being hot, but they were just another item on the list of hot things about Walker Landry.
My alpha.
My insides quivered at the thought.
How the fuck had the fates worked overtime for me to get such an amazing guy?
There had to be a catch.
“Are you rude to waiters?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
Walker’s hand stilled halfway to my phone, and he turned to look at me, barely holding back a laugh. “I can’t say that I am… though that is an interesting question.”
“Just trying to figure out the catch.” I shrugged. “You seem too perfect.”
“Ah, I’m a control freak, and I think chocolate is overrated.”
“Oh, eww.” I laughed, shaking my head. “I should be offended, but that means more chocolate for me!”
“See, perfect match!”
Turning back to the counter, he picked up the phone and looked at the screen as I pulled his T-shirt over my head. Being naked around him was getting easier. My mind was flip-flopping so drastically, but the multiple orgasms certainly softened me up.
Walker’s body stilled as I brushed my hair out.
“What is it?” I asked, already concerned. “Is Luka okay?” I padded over to him and grimaced when I saw the screen and the text that had just come in.
Walker’s body vibrated with rage as he read it.
Unknown Number: I don’t fucking care. The child is my heir, and it’ll look bad that I’m not bonded to his mother. Stop being a whiny bitch and accept it.