Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Charlotte
Malachy is so sturdy that it sets my frazzled system at ease just having him this close to me.
I must look like a drowned rat with no makeup on and my wet hair sticking to my arms, but the mountain of alpha stares at me in a way that makes me feel beautiful.
He was completely respectful as he soaped my body, then took his time shampooing and conditioning my hair.
My eyes are much greedier as I stretch up onto my tiptoes, running my soapy hands over his shoulders. His cock is long and heavy, pushing against my stomach as I soap his neck.
Well, the parts of it that aren’t covered in his massive beard.
“Wait, do you use conditioner on your beard? Is that how it’s so soft and crunchy at the same time?” I smile, and my nose scrunches as his eyes narrow.
“I use beard-specific products. I’m not a heathen,” he says, and those words in his accent make me laugh.
I spin around and rinse my hands off in the shower spray, then squeak when he playfully swats my ass.
His hand loops around my stomach, pulling my back to his soapy chest. His shaft bumps the top of my ass and lower back, and I once again curse the height difference. “I’m glad to see you feeling better.”
Looking at him over my shoulder, I nod my agreement.
“Me too. But I’ve been hogging all the water. We need to switch places so you can rinse off.” I move to step to the side, but really only end up grinding his cock to his stomach with my slick skin.
He growls, spinning me around and picking me up in one smooth movement. Once I’m wrapped around his front, he guides us into the shower spray. The warm water cascades over both of us, rinsing off the soap.
My hand tightens on his neck, and I stretch up until my mouth is as close to his as I can get. It’s still not enough, so I wiggle higher on his stomach by using my feet on his ass as leverage.
“In case you didn’t know, I like you a lot, Mal.” My face heats, and not from the warm water. “You make me feel safe in a way I don’t think I’ve experienced…maybe not ever in my life. I’m ridiculously attracted to you. Even the crazy beard adds to the appeal. You’re so hot.”
The water helps weigh down his beard, so I’m surprised I can even find his mouth, but I smile as I capture his lower lip, tugging it between mine.
If Patrick can ignore my out-of-control bush while eating my pussy, I certainly won’t be complaining about Malachy’s beard. Thoughts of what it would feel like dancing across my skin as he kissed my stomach or sucked on my inner thigh fill my mind.
Malachy has been nothing short of romantic and sweet during our shower, but I wouldn’t mind if he wanted to get naughty.
I suck on his lower lip and nip at it, even though I know it’s dangerous for an omega to bite an alpha.
It triggers their instincts to bite back, but I’m not scared of the idea of him following through.
Malachy growls, slamming my back against the cool shower wall. His hand tightens on my ass, pulling my pussy to grind over his lower stomach.
He takes over devouring me in deep, sensual kisses that make me ache to have him kiss me just like this while he’s inside me.
I’ve never felt so consumed by another person, and it’s only made more intense by how he brings his hand to my cheek, teasing his thumb over my jaw. There’s an intimacy in the moment that I’ve never felt with another person.
It goes on until I’m gasping for air and working my slick pussy against his abdomen with no shame.
“More,” I beg against his lips, nodding like a fiend. There’s no pain like there was earlier when I was in the midst of the heat spike.
This is pure desire.
Malachy trusts the wall to hold me up and pulls his forearm from under my ass. Bringing his hand between us, he brushes his thumb over my clit. “Is this what you want?” The curve of his smile presses against my lips, and I want so much more than his fingers.
“You,” I choke out. “I want all of you.”
“You’ll have me soon, little one.” He seals his mouth to mine and works two unbelievably thick fingers inside me.
My nails dig into the back of his neck as my back arches.
Okay, that’s a lot.
In a good way.
It’s an amazing stretch.
Malachy swirls his tongue around mine, working in and out of my core while teasing my swollen nub. The hot water pounds against my skin, but I’m already heating from the inside out.
My tits throb with the same pulse in my clit, and I give in to the urge to just experience this moment with him. He should be able to enjoy this too…
I pry my hand off his neck, weaving it between us. I have to stretch to reach his cock, but that’s because I have short arms. My fingers swirl around his shaft as I grip him in my hold. It’s an awkward position, but I do the best I can.
Mal growls, caging me into the wall even more fully. I need to figure out how to make sure they want to keep me forever, because it would break my heart if I had to say goodbye to Malachy one day.
My pleasure builds, and I try to stay focused on working his length, but I freeze as I tumble over the edge. My core locks down on his fingers and pleasure lights through my body.
Malachy pulls his mouth from mine as I convulse. “Jesus, little one,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose to mine. “You’re going to destroy me if you try to leave us.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere,” I admit as I catch my breath.
Malachy gives me another quick but thorough kiss before pulling his fingers from my pussy.
I scoot down his chest, praying the wall keeps me up.
His cock is much easier to reach like this, and I wrap my fist around him, jerking him between us.
His crown brushes my lower lips and bumps my clit, and it feels incredible, but I don’t try to sink down on him.
Now that I’m a little more coherent, I think it might be best to work up to taking his massive dick. He’s so hard that I can feel the veins on his shaft as I jerk him, and I’m torn between watching his face and staring at his cock.
His muscles tighten, and he rests his cheek against the side of my head as his shaft thickens.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been close to a woman like this?” He growls, and I bare my neck to him purely out of instinct. “More than five years.” A shiver runs down my spine, and I wish he would bite me, even if I’m too coherent to mindlessly beg.
If he did, I’d accept.
He moans the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard spill from a man’s lips, and hot cum spurts all over my pussy.
It’s almost unbearable not to move him to my opening so I can wiggle down this length.
God, I want to.
I also think it might be sweet to have our first time not be in the shower.
His warm breath fans over my neck, and I continue to struggle against the urge to beg him to bite me. If I did, it would be all me and not my instincts.
I swipe my thumb over his crown as his cock finally stops pulsing, releasing him to bring my fingers to my lips. His electric smell is everywhere, and my body craves more orgasms, but I’m also not hazy or out of it as I lick my thumb.
“Yeah, you’re going to ruin me,” Malachy says, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
I hope not.
I’d rather save each other.
He needs an omega to keep the decay from progressing. I need more of that feeling of safety that comes when he’s around.
It’s a win-win situation for both of us.
Malachy dresses me in his T-shirt and sweats. I have to roll the waistband of the pants up multiple times, and they still bunch around my calves a ridiculous amount.
We make our way downstairs to find it’s dinnertime. I haven’t eaten today, and my stomach growls.
Malachy pries Lukas away from his toys, and Miriam follows us into the kitchen.
“I’m going to run out to my cottage to shower and change into my pajamas,” she says, smiling. “If you need me, I’m only a phone call away.”
My head tilts.
Does she live here on the property?
How did I miss that?
“We appreciate it. We’ll let you know if we need you,” Malachy says, sliding Lucky into his booster seat. “Do you know how to clip yourself in?”
“Thank you,” I call out distractedly as Miriam heads toward the garage. I take a few steps toward Malachy and Lucky. I don’t want to risk Lucky pinching his fingers.
“I can do it myself.” His words are like a knife to my heart, but actually watching him clip himself in is an entirely different feeling.
It’s some combination of happiness and heartache that only another parent can comprehend.
Watching him grow up and manage new skills fills me with such pride while also making me want to put a brick on his head so he can’t grow up anymore.
That was something my grandma used to say, and I never fully got it until Lukas came around.
It’s still a silly analogy. He’s going to continue to get bigger and learn new things no matter what.
“Have a seat, little one,” Malachy says, patting my hip. “I’ll make us plates.”
“I need to get his cup,” I say weakly.
“I can handle that too,” he assures me.
“Mommy, sit with me,” Lucky says, patting the table.
I blink, glancing between Malachy and the open seat next to Lucky.
I want to sit and spend some time with him, but I’m so used to being responsible for everything that has to be done that it’s like I freeze.
I’m the one cooking, making our plates, doing the dishes, and cleaning the table and his seat after every meal.
It’s a surreal experience to be able to slide onto the chair at his side and know dinner will be out to us in just a few minutes without any work from me.
It almost feels wrong.
At the same time, I’ve barely had the chance to spend time with Lukas. That’s the most important thing right now.
“Did you have fun today?” I ask, turning my chair toward his.
“Yep. Is this my day care now, Mommy?” he asks, giving me a cheesy smile. “I like it.”
I don’t know what to say to that, but I’m saved by Patrick and Cormac coming into the kitchen.
Cormac smiles and makes his way over to help Malachy.
Patrick slides up behind my chair, his hand coming to rest on my neck at the top of my spine.
He leans around, waving at Lucky, and kisses my cheek.
“Dinner smells delicious. I worked up quite the appetite this afternoon.” He pecks a quick kiss on my cheek and laughs at the glare I shoot at him. “How about you, sweetheart?”
My face burns as I recall all the begging and demanding I did sandwiched between him and Cormac. Thankfully the round of suppressants I took before my shower with Malachy seems to be helping settle my system.
“I’m hungry,” Lucky says, answering for me. “Mommy, that your new shirt?”
I look down, remembering I’m in Malachy’s clothes.
God, leave it to my kid to put me on the spot.
Patrick laughs, moving to sit in the chair next to mine. “You know it’s almost Christmas. Right, Lucky?”
“Yep! Mommy, we gotta go home now! Santa won’t find me.”
My chest gets tight, and my mind races.
Before I can speak, Cormac appears on the other side of Lucky, setting down a serving tray filled with pork chops and chicken breasts.
“Don’t worry about that,” Cormac says, ruffling his hand through Lucky’s hair. “I updated your information on the registry myself. Santa will indeed find his way to you on Christmas Eve night.”
“What?” Lucky blurts out with wide eyes. “What’s that?”
“There’s a list that moms and dads fill out.
It tells Santa Claus where to find all the kids on Christmas Eve night,” Malachy chimes in, coming to the table with large bowls of macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes.
“You can help decide what to buy your mommy for Christmas.” The giant alpha winks at me, places the bowls down, and turns around to go back for more dinner supplies.
He’s in a plain white T-shirt that stretches over his muscular back, and I get the craziest mental flashes of how my nails raked over his skin in the shower.
I’m not entirely convinced that this is real life. Nothing ever goes this smoothly for me, but I’m going to soak it up while I have the chance.