Prologue #2
Leaning forward, I let a little of the whiskey dribble onto her lower belly, watching as it trickles down the lines and grooves between her legs and right into the wetness I’m starving for.
I can’t hold back any longer. I lick my tongue along her skin until I finally reach her center.
One swipe through her slick, and I’m a goner.
Her natural flavor mixed with the smoky tang of the whiskey is so fucking decadent I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to drink it again without remembering this moment and craving more of something I can’t have.
Tentative fingers slide through the longer hair on the top of my head, lightly gripping it as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth.
She mews like a barn cat, her back arching off the bed.
Her legs tremble as my hands skim along her inner thighs, two fingers slipping through so much fucking wetness it’s soaking the bed beneath us.
When I thrust those same two fingers into her heat, her body clamps down on the digits, and I’m starting to worry that she might be too goddamn tight.
Maybe she’s not a virgin, but she’s definitely fucking close.
Flicking my tongue across her clit, I pump my fingers in and out of her.
The sounds that slip from her wicked mouth will have me damn near close to bursting if I don’t get inside her soon.
My hips involuntarily buck against the blanket as my dick seeks relief.
Reluctantly pulling my mouth off her, I look up to find her staring down at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Need you to come for me, sweetheart, then I’ll give you that knot you wanted.”
“Fuck yes,” she moans. “Make me come, handsome.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
My mouth latches back onto her clit as I slip three fingers into her snug pussy. Curling the middle one slightly, I hear her breath catch when it brushes against her upper wall.
“O-oh. Oh, fuck. P-please, don’t stop. I’m gonna…”
Her fingers grip my hair to the point of pain, but I keep eating her out like she alone can sustain me for the lonely days I see ahead. Her body goes taut, her knees raising until they grip the sides of my head as she screams my name.
It’s then I realize she’s still wearing the fucking heels, which makes me growl against her spasming cunt.
If I shoot my load against the sheet, there will be hell to pay, and I know just how I’ll get my revenge…
fucking every goddamn hole she has until she’s so full of me she’ll never fuck another man without thinking of me first.
Withdrawing, I don’t even bother to wipe the slick from my beard. I’m lining myself up and thrusting in until the swell of my knot presses against her body. Her fluttering grip is like goddamn Heaven.
Fuck. She feels like mine .
My mouth crashes into hers to avoid saying something I have no right to.
My Alpha side is demanding that we claim what’s ours.
Take our mate. Make her pack. And while I suddenly want nothing more than to do just that, it guts me to know I can’t.
I refuse to bring her into the hell we’re facing.
She’d only be a target, a pawn to be used against us.
No. She deserves more than I can give her, and I damn near roar at the loss of something I never even had.
Her arms slide over my shoulders as I fuck into her fast and rough. I’m growing angrier at the thought that I’ll have to let her go and allow someone else to take what’s rightfully mine. Frustrated that Kash and Wyatt will never even get the chance to taste her sweetness.
Then those sexy as hell heels cross over my back, and I lose all rational thought.
Forget all about the reasons why knotting her without protection isn’t smart, even as I do just that while she screams and locks around me.
I succumb to a rut for the first time in my life with a woman who’s stolen my heart without even trying.
Hours and countless orgasms later, I close the hotel room door behind me and head for the lobby.
I know I should message my brothers, but I want to grab some water and ibuprofen to leave in the room for Rose before I go.
My head is pounding like a bass drum and my throat is dry from dehydration, but my entire body is more relaxed than I think I’ve ever been in my entire life.
It’s amazing what a night of spectacular sex can do for a man, especially when the connection is so goddamn right I must be a fucking idiot for even thinking of leaving her behind.
But what choice do I have? I need to make headway on the plans my packmates and I put together to get out from under Jack Ford’s thumb. Maybe she’d wait for me…for us …but I can’t ask that of her. Who knows how long it will be before it will be safe.
There’s a small market just inside the lobby, so I make my way toward the entrance, lost in my own misery.
“Beck!” a familiar voice calls out, and I look over to find Kash heading straight for me. “Jesus fucking Christ, man. Where the hell have you been?”
Wyatt’s behind him, his wavy blond hair a mess when he lifts his Stetson off his head and runs his fingers through it. “We’ve been looking for you all goddamn night.”
“I—”
“There’s no time. We’re going to miss our fucking flight. We packed all your shit for you.”
“Wait, I just need to?—”
Wyatt shakes his head. “Nope can do, big brother. We gotta go now.”
The second they’re within a couple of feet, they stop in their tracks. Their nostrils flare, no doubt getting a heavy dose of Rose’s sweet apple and cinnamon perfume.
“Holy fuck, man. That scent…” Kash murmurs. His brow furrows as he lifts his Stetson before setting it back into place. He’s an Alpha too, and I can tell Rose’s scent is having the same effect on him. “It’s fucking potent as shit and…familiar somehow.”
Wyatt’s hand drops to his dick. He may be a Beta, but he’s a Beta with an affinity for Omegas. “That explains it. You fucked an Omega…” He takes another long whiff. “Shit. One in heat no less. Lucky bastard.”
Clearing my throat, I straighten the hat on my head so they can’t see the pain in my eyes. “Yeah, she was great. I was just going to get her some water and snacks before I left.”
They both shake their heads.
Wyatt grips my shoulder. “Sorry, Beck. If we don’t leave right now, we’ll miss the flight, and we can’t risk pissing off our potential investors. Not even for some ripe Omega pussy.”
My growl sneaks out before I can stop it, and they each take a step back.
“Whoa. Down, boy.” Kash holds up his hands. “Look, I can’t say I’m not disappointed. There’s something about her scent that’s enticing, even to me. But, man, this is our one shot at making it on our own and getting away from my father’s toxicity for good.”
“Fuck!” Turning, I punch the wall outside the market. My knuckles split and blood drips down to my wrist, but I don’t care. “I know. I fucking know, alright. We’ll go. I just…”
Kash’s hand lands on one shoulder and Wyatt’s on the other. “I’m sorry, brother. Truly. This is all my fault.”
I shake my head. “No. We all agreed to this. I just couldn’t have anticipated her .”
“C’mon. Make a clean break. It’ll be easier that way.”
Wyatt guides me out of the hotel and onto the circular drive where a limo is waiting. The driver sees us coming and holds the door open. Wyatt climbs in, and Kash motions me forward. Glancing over my shoulder, I say a silent apology to the woman asleep upstairs.
“Maybe we can find her when this is all over and everything is settled,” the other Alpha says as his guilt stares back at me.
“Yeah. Maybe.”
I climb into the backseat, slumping down into the soft leather as misery washes over me.
Briefly, I consider sending our assistant, Davis, over with a note and a way to contact me, but I think better of it.
Any ties to me at all put her at risk, and that’s a chance I’m not willing to take.
So I settle in, letting my hat fall over my face as the murmurs of my concerned brothers reach my ears from the other side of the vehicle.