Chapter 11 #3
When he looks up at me through his thick, black lashes, my chest tightens at the love in his gaze.
I can’t hide from it.
I feel exposed, despite sitting above him, while he kneels beneath me.
I am shaking at Bird’s gentle touch. I’m still only getting used to accepting this…soft intimacy…from him.
Hard fucking. I know how to do that.
Impersonal rutting. I’ve been doing that for years.
But kissing? Being worshiped with tender touches?
It’s new and surprisingly frightening.
I would rather face down a bullet, and yet, I would never stop facing this fear because this service is something that Bird needs to do for me.
As he kisses up my thighs toward my pussy, and his silky hair brushes my thighs, I realize that he is shaking too.
My bonded Omega feels our connection through our bond when he is on his knees, whether being handfed or eating my pussy. I’m only learning about my inner Omega instincts from Bird, but I will never deny him his.
Plus, I’m discovering that my Alpha side adores both Bird’s service and his submission.
My eyes darken, when Bird’s breath ghosts across my clit.
I widen my legs. “What are you waiting for, Little Bird? Please your Queen of Hearts.”
“Thank you.” He says it with such hushed earnestness that I stare at him in shock.
This is more than role play to him.
I am his queen.
Me, the bad Rogue, the freak and outcast.
I’m worthy…at least, enough for my Omega.
Bird licks down my folds with a sudden hunger, darting his tongue into my pussy. “You taste of caramel.”
It’s too much.
I grab Bird by the hair and hold his head against my pussy. “Just like that. You’re doing so well, my Omega. I love the way that you look on your knees tonguing me. Beautiful. That’s it, keep going. You have five minutes to make me come.”
When Bird stills, I relax my hands, pulling them away from his hair to rest them back on the bed.
He glances at me. “What happens if I fail? Will I be spanked?”
Worried, I shake my head. “I’ve never hit you.
I wouldn’t punish my…” Then I notice the wicked curl to Bird’s lips and chuckle.
“Spank, hmm? Like in that movie you made me watch with Jex? But that wouldn’t be a punishment.
It would be a reward. How about if you make me come in less than five minutes, I’ll reward you.
At the weekend, I’ll lay you over my lap and spank you until you’re begging and crying and... ?”
Immediately, as I knew he would, Bird eagerly starts tonguing me again, determined to win this contest.
I want him to.
It is as much a reward for me as it is for him to erotically spank his gorgeous ass and then kiss it better.
And possibly, bite it.
Bird has already told me that he loves that kink, as much as I do.
Pleasure winds through me at the fantasy, and my eyelashes flutter.
I moan, tipping my head back.
“Three minutes left,” I warn.
I am good at keeping track of time. It’s essential on my missions. Who knew that it would come in handy in bed?
I lick over my dry lips, tossing my sweaty hair over my shoulders.
Bird redoubles his efforts.
I groan, feeling as pulled taut as an elastic band.
I stare up at the ceiling, lost in the white.
Is this what flying feels like?
I could die in this moment with my Omega between my thighs.
“Two minutes.” I clutch at the blankets.
There…just there…
“One minute…”
Is he going to do it?
I’m almost there.
I’m the bird now.
I’m soaring free.
Almost…
Bird’s gentle fingers circle and then tap my clit, and I jerk at the teasing. Then he is sucking vigorously on my clit.
I scream, and my back arches. “Bird.”
This is freedom.
To my surprise, I feel answering pleasure through the bond from Bird, and it pushes my pleasure even higher in the aftershocks.
Bird kisses tenderly over my pussy, as if in thanks.
I collapse backward on the bed.
Breathing hard, I blink up at the ceiling. “Fuck, you’ve killed me.”
“Wouldn’t that be treason?” Bird crawls onto the bed with a sleepy smile. “Have I earned a beheading rather than a spanking?”
“Stop joking about being killed,” I grumble.
I drag Bird to lie next to me, and he nuzzles against my neck.
I love that I can smell my scent on his lips.
I pull him into a kiss, and he purrs.
“You earned your reward,” I murmur. “Good Omega.”
Bird’s purr deepens. He cuddles closer against my side.
I glance down at his pants. “Want to get those down, so I can take care of you?”
I’m not a selfish lover.
Bird blushes. “Ehm, you don’t need to.”
“I want to.”
Bird’s blush deepens. “I already came in my pants.”
I push myself onto my elbow, as he drops his gaze.
I smirk, proud. “You came in your pants just from pleasuring me…?” I grab Bird’s chin, forcing him to meet my gaze. “You are fucking perfect.”
Bird’s eyes widen in surprise. “Only for you.”
Only for you.
Does he know how true it is for me as well?
I have never experienced these growing feelings for anyone. I didn’t know that I was capable of it.
“How about you clean up and change into pajamas?” I pet Bird’s soft hair. “Then we finish up our picnic before bed?”
He nods.
Later, when Bird and I are lying together in bed, changed into matching black pajamas after our picnic, Bird curls his arms around my shoulders. My arms are already looped around his waist.
The light of the crescent moon shines through the open window behind Bird in the starry sky.
I made sure that the drapes remained open.
How would my prey, the Hunter pack, be able to watch us throughout the night otherwise?
Are the masked Alpha and his sweet Beta taking turns sleeping? Or are both staying up together?
Bird’s nose is touching mine. His warm breath gusts against my mouth.
I never thought that I would trust anyone to be this close to me at night.
Of course, I still have a knife tucked underneath my pillow.
“I’ve spent my life sleeping alone,” I quietly confess.
Bird’s drowsy gaze focuses on mine. “I’d toss and turn down in the basement, barely able to catch a couple of hours uneasy sleep.
On missions in hotels like this, I would be hyper alert and awake.
Lying in your arms, however, I can finally sleep. ”
A sunbeam of happiness radiates through the bond from Bird.
“I love you too, Ro,” he whispers.
Then he closes his eyes and snuggles closer to me. His breathing steadies like he’s sleeping.
I startle, staring down at him.
I love you too…?
What am I meant to say?
My heart beats fast. My mouth is dry.
Is he truly asleep or only pretending?
Am I meant to say it back?
I watch the even rise and fall of his chest, as he lies motionless. He doesn’t speak again, and I don’t either.
My expression steels.
Tomorrow night, everything changes.
Bird desperately misses his family, and I need to rescue my brother and take my revenge on my mafia family. We can’t deal with any of that, however, before we take down the ABO Facility and stop the genocide of the Rogues.
To do that, we need to capture the Hunters.
So, for the first time in two weeks, I don’t sleep soundly in the arms of my Omega. I brutally force out his looping I love yous from my mind, and instead, run through my strategy for tomorrow night.
I shift in the bed to stare out at the moon, as Bird’s breath gusts now against my neck.
Do the Hunters love the cold beauty of the moon as much as I do? Or do they prefer the darkness?
Tomorrow, I’ll find out.