Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Patrick
Idip my head as my nostrils flare with her sweet scent. “This might surprise you, but I’ve had a lot of sex in my life. Nearly all of it without any emotions attached. I thought it might be nice to try it with feelings for once.” I tug her even closer, growling as I push my lips to hers.
Charlotte wraps her arm around the back of my neck, and I take that as a signal to pick her up. Her legs circle my ass as she scrambles up my chest.
Taking a few steps, I slam her back against the wall near the breakfast nook. It helps hold her up while I devour her in sensual kisses that make my cock throb. These fucking pajama pants won’t do shit to hide my hard-on, but maybe that’s a good thing.
I have no problem with her seeing how desperate I am for her. I grind against her core, pushing her into the wall as I bring my hand to cradle her jaw. She kisses me back like she needs me as much as I need her.
Charlotte lets me lead, but she uses her feet on the backs of my thighs to work her pussy over my cock. I love seeing her take what she wants. My fingers tease across her cheek as I bury my hand in her hair.
Our tongues clash, heat building between us. Cherry limeade floods the air, and my teeth ache. The scent of her pussy is about to do my head in. I was trying to be patient, but I think I walked us into a dangerous situation.
Mount.
Rut.
Breed.
Claim.
The caveman loop is out in full force. This is why it’s so dangerous for unbonded alphas to be close to potent omegas. All my thoughts are focused on how best to bite and breed her, and my dick jumps, leaking at the mental image of her pregnant with my baby.
She reaches between us, her hands dancing up my sides as she pulls the patterned pajama shirt off over my head. My chest rises in rapid pants as I catch my breath.
Charlotte stares at my chest and runs her nails down my abs. I’ve never been more grateful for the time I put in at the gym. She teases her fingers into the waistband of my pants and boxer briefs, cupping my shaft.
A low, dangerous growl rattles from my chest as I kiss her once more. Pulling her off the wall, I carry her over to the table and swipe the wrapping paper tubes out of the way. The plastic tape containers rattle against the tile floor, but I have one focus—hearing Charlotte scream my name.
I cradle her skull in my hand as I lower her to the table. It can’t be comfortable against her back and ass, which kinda makes me feel like a dick. I should be spoiling her, not about to fuck her brains out in a kitchen quickie.
Her cold hand tightens around my length as she jerks me as much as she can within the confines of the material, and I snarl against her lips.
The edges of my vision are hazy as I pull back to breathe, and I have tunnel vision on Charlotte’s gorgeous face.
Yeah, this is dangerous.
She’s dangerous.
Wanting her this much has to be dangerous.
Fuck.
My brain is done for.
Using my hand in her hair, I pull her up, and she tugs her hand free of my pants to rip off her shirt.
I’ve never been in the exact same outfit as a woman I was trying to get naked, and I would chuckle at the absurdity of it if I wasn’t so distracted by her tits.
I saw them the other day, but we had a lot going on.
Because of that, I don’t judge myself as I take a moment to fully appreciate them.
They’re bigger than what I would expect would be comfortable considering her frame, but they’re not huge.
Her nipples are tight peaks on her tear-drop-shaped tits, and I groan.
I brush my lips over hers, releasing my hold in her hair.
“Hands behind you and push up.” She complies, and I help her out of her pajama pants, tossing them on the table behind her as I take a knee.
I loop my arm around her lower back, tugging her closer to the edge.
“You can lie back and enjoy the ride or watch.”
She has on barely there baby-pink panties, and the wet spot makes my mouth water.
I flick my tongue over it, and Charlotte moans. Her hair falls around her tits, and I swear I never did a single thing in my life to make me worthy of having her. Still, I’m far from a good man, so I’m going to hold on tight with both hands and ensure she can never get away.
Diving back in, I bump my nose against her clit, my tongue pushing into her panties enough to brush her opening.
I have no patience, grabbing the top of the material and tugging them off.
She looks wrecked, and I haven’t even gotten started. I smirk and spread her lower lips, swirling my tongue around her swollen nub.
Charlotte gasps, bringing her hand to my hair. “I hate that you’re so good at that, but I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me this time—”
I slap her clit and flick my tongue over her hood to lessen the ache. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. There’s no universe in which I don’t slip inside you once you come on my face a time or two.”
I tighten my hold on her lower back and bury two fingers inside her. Her inner walls cling to my digits, and the first inch or two of her pussy pulses like it’s searching for a knot.
Don’t worry, little omega. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.
My dick throbs, and my hand on her ass tightens to keep myself from being selfish. It’s more important that she’s safe than it is for my dick to get some relief. He can wait, but it is tempting to jerk myself off while I devour her slick little pussy.
My crown is a sticky, leaking mess, and the louder she moans the more I ache to bury my teeth in her thigh.
“Ready for more, sweetheart? I think you can take another.” I focus back on her swollen nub, flicking my tongue and aiming my fingers toward her G-spot as I add another.
She whimpers, and I make it my personal mission in life to coax more of those sounds out of her. She clings to me so violently that it makes it difficult to stretch my fingers, but she gets louder as I do.
She tastes like fucking cherry limeade, and I officially have a new favorite flavor of everything.
Her legs start to shake, and she wraps them around my shoulders, trapping me in place. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere, but I like that she’s not about to let me get away.
It doesn’t take long before she starts to quiver around me as I work in and out of her snug cunt. Her nails dig into my skull, and I peek up at her.
The view is fucking spectacular.
There’s a pink tinge to her cheeks that makes my heart race. She spots me watching and quickly glances away. It makes me ache to eat her alive. It’s hard to believe how sweet and shy she is when she’s had such a rough life.
But the shyness will disappear as she gets more comfortable with us.
I hum against her clit, and her mouth falls open. She whines, her head falling back as she gushes, soaking my hand in her slick. Her back arches, pushing her tits out, and I need to be in so many places at once.
I keep circling her swollen nub, no matter how wild she gets as she bucks against my face.
She comes, releasing the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. I’m as patient as a half-feral alpha can be, working her through her release.
My tip dribbles pre-cum all over my boxer briefs. If I had a free hand, I’d squeeze my crown to fight the urge to come with her. I grit my teeth, telling myself it’ll be even better if I bust while I’m balls deep.
Once she finally stops shaking, I pull my hand from her cunt, and she moves her legs off my shoulders so I can stand.
I shove my pajama pants and boxer briefs down, kicking out of them as I lube my cock in her slick. Her legs are still spread enough that I’ve got a killer view of her pretty pink pussy.
My head falls back as my shaft jumps in my hold.
“You’re a fucking wet dream, Charlotte.” I line up with her pussy and, instead of dipping inside her, I rub the bottom of my shaft through her slick lower lips as I dive in for another kiss.
I’m barely holding on to my sanity, and that feels like a bad sign.
“More,” she begs into the kiss, tucking her feet around my thighs.
My crown spurts pre-cum all over her swollen pussy, and I move to her opening. “Can I fuck you raw? Huh, sweetheart?”
She nods, her swollen lips taunting me as I study her face. My hand weaves into her hair as I push inside her just an inch. I’m almost afraid to get too close to her with how strongly my instincts are riding me, but I’m selfish. I want to feel every inch of her skin against mine.
“I’m trying so hard to be tender and sweet, but I don’t think that’s going to work this time.” I lower her to the table, caging her in as I work in and out of her snug cunt.
“Give me all of you.” Her pheromones are everywhere, turning my head into a foggy mess. She’s warm and wet and so tight that it takes my breath away.
I nip at her lips, shoving my tongue into her mouth before I can ramble any of the insanity that’s on the tip of my tongue.
Alpha instincts are ridiculous at times, and I don’t want to risk scaring her.
Her hands dig into my ass, pushing me deeper on every stroke as she weeps around my swollen length.
I close my eyes and lose myself to the meeting of our mouths.
I want to savor this moment, but I’m already dangerously close to the edge. I grit my teeth and keep my thrusts rhythmic, aiming for her G-spot as I ensure my stomach brushes her clit.
Charlotte freezes, forgetting to kiss me back as she clamps down on my shaft. Her face twists in pleasure as she wrings my cock.
“That’s it, dirty girl, come all over me so I can make a mess of you.
” I growl, doing everything I can to hold out.
She moans, her tits bouncing as she uses her feet on my ass to work over me even more violently.
My knot brushes her lower lips, but I don’t let the appendage slip inside her.
“Such a greedy omega. Sorry, sweetheart. You can’t have my knot yet. ”
I wait until she stops jolting. Yanking free of her pussy, I tug her up with me and give her a quick kiss before helping her stand with her feet on the floor.
“Whoa,” she whispers.
She’s wobbly, so I keep my hands on her hips as I spin her to face the table and lift her.
“Sorry, beautiful. I’ve got you.”
Her pussy hangs just over the edge, and I line up with her opening once more. Fisting her hair, I plunge inside her from behind.
“Patrick, holy shit,” she chokes out, tucking her feet back around my legs.
“Yeah, I know. Hands around the edge of the table,” I growl, shaking my head to try to force the fog away. It doesn’t help. “This is about to get rough.”
Every snap of my hips against her ass produces a wet sound. I keep her up at just enough of an angle that I have an excellent view of her tits bouncing with each rabid thrust as I watch from over her shoulder. My cock aches, but my knot is so blown that it’s physically painful.
“Harder,” she says, her head falling forward. “Use me. Fuck me harder…” The rest comes out incoherent, but I give her what she asked for, slamming my crown so deep that I hit the bottom of her pussy.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Is this what you want? You want me lost to the fog, fucking you like a rabid alpha?” I pull her up a little with my hold in her hair and slide my hand from her hip around to tease her nipple.
Her tit is so firm in my hand, and her walls are like a vise.
“You like knowing I’m using your tight little cunt to get myself off? ”
“Oh, shit.” Charlotte shivers, curling toward the table, but I flatten my hand on her sternum, yanking her up once more.
“Be my good girl. Stay with me. This isn’t going to take long.” Framing her back, I pull her hair out of the way and rake my teeth down her neck where it meets her spine.
She loses it, gushing around my length.
I’m not far behind her as my shaft swells.
“Jesus Christ. Hopefully you’re ready for me,” I growl. Bucking a little too violently, my knot slips inside her hole. “I’m about to paint your bruised little cervix with every drop of my cum. Soak it up, sweetheart. Let me breed you.”
Well, there goes the crazy talk.
There’s already so much pressure, and my knot hasn’t even fully swelled to lock in place.
I nip and suck on her neck at the base of her skull as my cock jolts, and I just keep coming.
Her hand flattens over mine on her sternum, and she begs mindlessly for me to bite her.
I’m sure if I were more coherent that I would stop and ask if she’s sure. Instead, I bury my teeth at the nape of her neck like an animal holding down its mate. It wouldn’t have been my first choice for a bite location, but I do love that I’ll be able to see it every time I hit it from the back.
Her scent floods my mind as she accepts the bond, and I exhale in pure relief. She could have denied the connection, and I never would have been able to try again.
That would have broken me.
I lick over the bite as I retract my teeth, and her pleasure spills into the bond. It sends my arousal skyrocketing, and the fog hits me hard.