Chapter 28
Wren
I’m so, so warm, and cozy, and…and…full?
So fucking full.
The body beneath me breathes evenly, and arms on either side of my body keep me propped up. Something that sounds suspiciously like a computer keyboard clicks behind me.
That’s right. Maverick was working when I came in here mid-panic attack, forced him to calm me down, and then basically begged to suck his cock. All before I climbed on top of him, sliding his half-hard dick inside of me.
The dick that is very much no longer half-hard.
His cock pulses once, and my hips shift in response, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
I’m in a sleepy haze of comfort and lust, the feeling of him inside me slowly growing this burning need for my alpha deep in my core.
Maverick freezes. “Baby Girl…” his voice is gravelly. “Are you awake?”
Sighing, I nuzzle into his neck. “Mhmmm. Are you working?”
“As much as I can.” His hands find my back, running up and down soothingly. “How do you feel?”
“So good,” I murmur, my lips feathering over his neck.
It’s like some sex-obsessed demon has taken over my body, and a little moan leaves me as I find a soft patch of skin and suck it into my mouth.
He groans, his hands tightening on my back as his hips flex upwards.
The base of his knot rubs against my clit and holy shit, that has to happen again. “How long was I asleep?”
“About a half hour. Fuck, Baby,” Maverick grunts, his hips flexing again. “I think we’re about to leave warming territory.”
I move my feet so I can brace them against the ground for better leverage. Circling my hips, my face still in his neck, I whimper as his knot presses into my clit again.
“I’m okay with that,” I breathe, my head lifting to look into his eyes. “If you are.”
“Oh Baby Girl,” Maverick groans, his hands cupping my cheeks before he pulls my face to his. His mouth plunders mine, our tongues tangling together in a desperate kiss. He pulls back, chest heaving. “I am more than okay with it.”
I nod, circling my hips again. “Does this feel good for you?” My voice comes out breathless, my hands settling on his shoulders.
“Anything you do feels good to me,” his hands find my waist as I continue to move, “use me, Baby. Explore me, do whatever makes you feel good. I promise I’ll come either way.”
Use him?
Why does that sound so hot?
My hips continue to circle, my clit rubbing against his knot with each pass. His hands stay firmly on my hips, encouraging my movements.
“Maverick,” I whimper, staring down into his warm brown eyes, “you feel so good.”
“Fuck, Wren, you’re perfect,” he groans, his head falling back.
My circling movements slowly morph to moving up and down his cock, and then I’m riding him, my breathing coming in heavy pants as I chase my orgasm that’s just out of reach.
Hands slide up under my shirt, sending goosebumps across my flesh. “Has anyone tasted these perfect tits yet?” His thumb brushes over my nipple, and I gasp.
“Not yet.” I shake my head, my voice breathless.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his other hand grabbing my entire breast. “You up for a change of position, Baby Girl?”
“What did you have in mind?” I lick my lips, shivering when his knot teases my clit again.
He only grins, before putting his hands under my ass and standing. A moment later, his cock still inside me, I’m being laid down on his desk next to the computer.
My alpha takes off his shirt, and for a moment, I’m speechless. He’s thicker around the middle than Teddy or Brennan, but he’s no less strong. He looks like he could rip a log apart with his bare hands and then cuddle you next to the fireplace.
And this man, this strong, capable, sexy man, looks down at me with adoration in his eyes. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
My heart skips a beat.
He pulls back slowly, and suddenly the emptiness without him is so unbearable, I nearly whine. But then he’s filling me back up, and when he bends over, lifting my tank top again and sucking my nipple into his mouth, a whole new set of sensations light up inside me.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, my hands finding his head and my legs wrapping around his waist as he swirls his tongue around the stiff peak, his thrusting picking up pace. I’m so slick and wet for him, I’m primed to take his knot. And dammit, I’m going to try.
He switches to my other tit, sucking and licking my nipple, and it’s like I’m hit by a freight train of ecstasy.
My orgasm takes over swiftly, warmth and euphoria blooming out of my lower stomach and traveling all the way to my toes. I clench around him, and he groans into my skin.
“Knot me,” I beg, grabbing his head and making him look at me. “Knot me, Maverick.”
His face is flushed from pleasure, and he nods. “Whatever you want, Baby Girl, it’s yours.”
On the next thrust, he doesn’t draw back. No, he keeps pushing, and there’s the briefest pinch of pain as the knot pops past my entrance, and then…bliss.
His thrusts turn shallow, moving as much as he can despite the knot locking him in place, and then…he’s spilling himself inside me, groaning as his face falls between my breasts.
“Shit, Wren,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, “that was…”
“Amazing?” I offer on a laugh as my hands come up to stroke his hair. “I…oh my gods, Maverick. How…” I shake my head, looking at the ceiling. My head is nearly hanging off the edge of the desk, but I can’t say I care in the slightest.
The sound of a door opening has us both freezing.
“Mav, have you seen…” Ethan’s voice trails off, and his upside-down face comes into my view as I tilt my head further back. “Why, hello there, Little Bird. Having fun?”
Maverick huffs. “Ethan, do you mind—”
My cheeks flush, but I bite my lip and nod. “Maverick knotted me.”
“So he did,” Ethan observes, his eyes heated as his gaze moves over the scene in front of him. “This desk position is giving me so many ideas.”
Damn, he’s right. I’m right about eye level with his crotch. All he would have to do is unzip his pants and slide his cock past my lips and I’d be even more deliciously filled up.
Maverick grunts. “What were you just thinking about, Wren? You squeezed me very tightly.”
“Nothing,” I say quickly, even as Ethan chuckles.
Maverick shakes his head, looking up at Ethan. “What did you need?”
“I was looking for Wren, I wanted to see if she wanted to help me make the lasagna. But it looks like she’s a little…knotted up at the moment.”
“Can you wait just a little bit?” I ask, my lower lip jutting out. “I really want to help.”
Ethan smiles at me, before bending down and pressing a kiss to my lips. “That’s fine, I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
He leaves, and Maverick helps me sit up before carrying me back into his chair with him.
I can’t help but giggle at the sight of my naked alpha sitting in a leather desk chair. “We’re going to have to sanitize everything before we leave here.”
Maverick winces. “Yeah, especially that desk.”
“I was thinking of the chair, considering your bare ass is meeting the leather right now.”
His head falls back as he lets out a belly laugh.
“You know,” I grin, feeling surprisingly at ease with the fact we’re just hanging out, his cock still knotted to my pussy, “maybe that’s how I’ll paint you.
Buck-naked in a fancy leather desk chair.
” My hands roam over his chest, which is covered in more hair than the others, but I find that I like it.
Maverick chuckles, shaking his head. “I’ll pose however you want me to, Baby Girl.”
I love that he calls me that.
But…I frown, titling my head.
“What’s wrong?” His brows furrow.
“I just realized, you all have cute names for me, but I don’t have anything to call you. Teddy calls me Dove, Brennan calls me Song Bird, Ethan calls me Little Bird…huh. They’re all bird related.”
Mav barks a laugh. “You’re right, they are. Except mine.”
“Will you help me come up with names for the rest of them?” I ask excitedly, shifting on his lap a little. “I already have yours.”
“Oh?” He arches a brow. “And what would that be?”
“Daddy Bear.” I grin, running my hands over his chest again. “From the first time I saw you, I thought you give absolute ‘Daddy’ vibes, and I love how strong and protective you are.”
His cheeks flush slightly, and he shakes his head. “You want to call me Daddy Bear?”
I grin, shrugging. “I think it’s cute.”
And really, it’s not like I’ll ever use it during sex or anything, but if they have bird nicknames for me, why shouldn’t I have bear nicknames for them?
“Teddy is obviously Teddy Bear,” I add. “So I just need one for Ethan and one for Brennan.”
Maverick grins. “I think I can help with that.”