Chapter 27
Maverick
Ican’t fucking think.
I can’t fucking function.
Not when I know what her body feels like against mine, and I haven’t touched her again since.
It’s been days, and I haven’t done more than kiss her.
But I have to think. Function. Finish sorting through this damn pit of information and numbers Ethan compiled so we don’t have to worry about them trying to take her from us.
We’ve managed to scare them, if they’re most recent press release is any indication.
Blubbering tears about how this must be the work of whoever ‘kidnapped’ Wren, determined to smear their good family name.
But I can’t put too much stock into it. I’ve finally managed to reach out to the witness I found, and all that’s left to do is finish building an iron-clad pile of evidence that they won’t be able to wiggle out of.
Unfortunately, I’m distracted as hell by the fact my cock is painfully hard, just like it was when Wren and Ethan disappeared into the bathroom the other night.
Every time I think about it, the fucking boner comes back.
But I refuse to touch it. I’m not going to be some shameless deviant, touching myself to the thoughts of my packmate pleasing our omega when all we’ve done is dry-hump each other like a couple of teenagers.
It twitches, as if silently taunting me. Fuck.
Maybe if I just grip it outside my sweats—
The door bursts open, and as if summoned by my thoughts, Wren stands in the doorway, looking like a deer in headlights.
The scent of her distress immediately kills my boner. “Baby Girl?” I stand, taking a step towards her. “What’s wrong?”
“I, um…I just got off the phone with Maggie.” Her words come out shaky.
Dammit, what could have happened? Nothing crazy—she had insisted on calling Wren herself, and I know that if it was something bad, she would have told me first. “I…I…” Her expression is one of pure terror as her breathing comes in short pants.
“Come here,” I tell her gently, opening my arms.
An omega whine leaves her as she takes off, nearly catapulting into my arms. Her face buries in my neck, her small body shaking with nerves as she tries to calm her breathing.
“I’m sorry,” she chokes out as I settle us back in the chair.
“I…I’ve gone this whole time without having a panic attack, and… ” she lets out a shuddering breath.
“Shhh, Baby, it’s okay, you have nothing to be sorry for,” I soothe, my hands running up and down her back.
She nods silently, her breathing calming down as she inhales some more of my scent.
“You’re doing so well,” I praise as the rise and fall of her chest becomes more steady. “That’s it, take a deep breath.”
My girl follows the directions I give her, before she lifts her head looking at me with red-rimmed eyes. “I’m sorry—”
“No,” I shake my head, my hands still running up and down her back, “there’s nothing to be sorry for. Are you able to tell me what got you so upset?”
Her bottom lip wobbles slightly as she nods. “Maggie said…she said since I haven’t had any heat spikes yet, it’s possible that I have something called Sudden Onset Heat Syndrome.” Her throat bobs as she swallows.
I’ve heard of it. It’s not very common, but it’s not life-threatening or anything. “Baby Girl, it’s okay—”
“It could happen at any moment, and—” She tries to adjust her position, the movement making me half-hard again—gods fucking dammit.
I hiss as her ass rolls over my cock, still angry at me from having gone the last few days without any sort of relief.
“I…” Words fail me as my omega drops out of my lap, sliding to her knees between my legs. “Wren?”
“Um…” Her eyes are trained firmly on the tent in my sweats, all traces of panic gone from her expression. “I want our first time together to be special. I don’t want it to happen just because I go into heat.”
“I know, Baby,” my voice is soft as my hand reaches out to cup her cheek, “there’s no pressure. It’ll happen when it happens.”
“But…” Her eyes dart to mine as her hands slowly inch to the waistband of my sweatpants, as if she’s waiting for me to stop her. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. “I want it now. I want…I want you in my mouth, Maverick.”
Swallowing, I stare at my omega. Amber eyes, shining with need. Freckles across her face that I want to count by kissing each of them. A tank top that does little to hide her peaked nipples through the fabric.
I lift my hips, letting her pull down my pants. She swallows roughly as my cock pops out, pre-cum already leaking from the head.
“This looks…painful,” she murmurs, reaching out and gripping it at the base.
“It’s…been mostly hard all day,” I admit, my voice strangled. “I…haven’t been able to stop thinking about how I heard you and Ethan the other night.”
“Oh, Mav…” she whispers, looking up at me before pressing a kiss to the angry tip. “You should’ve told me.”
She doesn’t give me a chance to answer before her perfect lips wrap around my head. I groan, my head falling back as she takes me deeper.
“I…” I grunt as she starts bobbing up and down, my hands tightening on the arms of the desk chair. “I didn’t want to…ungh…intrude.” I’m oversensitive from going so long without relieving myself, and the speed she’s going is too intense.
“Baby Girl,” a groan leaves me as she looks up at me, lips still wrapped around my cock, “a little slower, please. I’m too sensitive.”
She pops off briefly, taking one of my hands and putting it on her head. “Show me.”
Fuck me.
She lets out a little moan as both my hands come on either side of her head. “Like this,” she lets me guide her, going about half the speed she was before. She learns quickly, and my hands fall to my side as she slowly sucks up and down my shaft. “Fuck, Baby Girl, you’re damn perfect, aren’t you?”
She flushes in pleasure before letting me fall from her mouth again. “Can…can you hold my head again? I…I really liked it.”
Fucking perfect indeed.
“Anything for you,” I whisper, taking her head in my hands again, “do you want me to do any of the moving?”
“Maybe a little,” she licks her lips before leaning down again, and taking me oh-so-slowly.
“Fuck, look at you,” I praise, loving the way she whimpers at my words as my hands guide her head. “You’re such a good girl, taking my cock like this. What a perfect omega.”
Her lips are fucking sinful as they drag up and down my shaft, and I find myself punching my hips up slightly. I’m careful not to hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
In fact, she enjoys it.
I can feel my body bracing for my orgasm, the tingle starting in the base of my spine. “Shit, Baby, I’m gonna come. Do you want me to unload straight down your pretty little throat?”
She gives a muffled “Mhmm,” looking up at me, before she starts moving her head faster on her own.
My hands tighten in her hair, helping her keep the increased pace, and in the next instant, I’m coming. A groan leaves me as my hips punch up, holding her to me as I find my release. She moans around me, her nails digging into my thighs.
When I come down, she pops off me, licking her lips. Between her slightly disheveled hair, the way her top has fallen to reveal even more of her damn perfect cleavage, and her slightly swollen lips, she looks like a damn goddess.
“Gods, you’re fucking beautiful.” Then I lean forward, bending down to kiss her breathless. “Let me take care of you.”
“I…” she bites her lip, sitting back on her heels. Her chest heaves with every breath, and fuck, what I wouldn’t give to bury my face between those perfect tits. Her eyes dart to my now-flaccid cock, and I reach to tuck it back inside my sweats. “Wait!” Her hands fly out to stop me.
My brow arched, I watch as she flushes, trying to find her words. She fumbles, her eyes still flying between my cock and my face. “I just thought…it might be weird…but…”
“Tell me what you want, Baby Girl.”
“Can…can I…sit on it?”
“Like…on my lap?” Like she ever has to ask permission to do that.
“Yes and no…I want it…inside me. But…no moving.”
My omega…wants to cockwarm me?
I reach my hand out, running it over her hair. “You don’t want me to make you feel good?”
“This…this will make me feel good,” she nearly whispers, her eyes going back to my dick, which is now half-hard under her attention. “I think it will be less of a stretch if you’re in me before you’re completely hard. And then I’ll be used to it when we finally…you know…”
“If that’s what you want, of course you can, Baby Girl.” I’m the fucking luckiest alpha on the planet. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to have sex with me just because your heat is coming.”
“I want this, Maverick.” She looks up at me. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I almost feel like it’ll be…comforting somehow?”
“Whatever you want, Baby.” I say again as she stands, pulling off her little shorts and underwear. I can see the slick glistening between her folds, and I swallow roughly as she straddles my waist, facing me.
“Is this okay?” she whispers as she takes my half-hard cock and lines it up with her entrance.
“It’s more than okay,” I murmur, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
A small moan leaves her as she slides down onto me until we’re chest-to-chest, her entrance teasing my knot.
“Are you alright?” I ask her as she shifts around me. If I hadn’t just cum, I’d be itching to thrust up into her. She still feels like heaven, but the sensation is muted by my post-orgasmic bliss.
“Yes,” she gasps. “You’re still…a stretch, but…” She settles against me, her head landing on my chest. “This…this feels…so nice.”
We sit in comfortable silence for a moment before she speaks again. “Maverick?”
“Hmmm?” My hands rub up and down her back.
“Will you tell me a little bit more about you?”
My brows shoot up. “What do you want to know?”
“I don’t know, like…what was it like growing up with a twin? What kind of things do you do for fun? How did you join the military?” Her voice sounds tired.
“Let’s see…” I lean back slightly. “Growing up with a twin…I don’t really know how to explain it.
It’s the only thing I’ve ever known. Shared birthdays, everyone lumping us together, but more than that…
” I sigh, a slight smile curling at my lips.
“We may have given each other so much shit, but she was, and is, my ride or die. We joined the military at the same time, actually. She worked towards her medical degree while enlisted, and by the time we got out she only had a few more years left before she was licensed.”
“I really like her,” Wren murmurs, her lips brushing against my chest. “But I don’t want her to only be my friend because she’s your sister.”
I suppress my grin. I debate telling her about the phone call I had yesterday where my sister threatened bodily harm to me if I fucked anything up with the little omega.
Instead, I press a kiss to the top of her head.
“She really likes you too, Baby. She’s just not good at the whole friendship thing. ”
“Me neither,” she sighs, and I can feel her eyelashes brushing against my skin as she blinks. “Maybe we can help each other learn.”
“That’s a good idea.” My hands rub up and down her back, and when she doesn’t say anything else, I look down at her…and see that she’s fallen asleep.
Well, fuck me. Every time I think she couldn't possibly get more perfect, she goes and does something like this.
Pressing another kiss to her hair, I try to scoot my chair forward without waking her up. She obviously needs the rest, and maybe I can get some work done before dinner.