Chapter 14 #2
The kiss turns hungry so fast it steals what little air I had left.
Kade’s tongue slides against mine, and I open for him without thinking, the way I’ve wanted to for eight months of hallway glances and careful distance.
His hand cups the back of my head, his fingers threading into my curls, while the other grips my hip and drags me flush against him.
I feel every inch of him through his pants, my body answering like it’s been waiting for permission.
My scent spikes, Kade’s nose flaring against my cheek. He makes a low sound in his throat that vibrates straight through my chest.
“Rys,” he says, voice rough. His forehead rests against mine for a second, like he’s trying to get himself under control. “You smell like you’re already mine.”
“I am,” I whisper. “I’ve been yours since the first time you held the elevator for me and stood two feet away like you were afraid you’d scare me. I just didn’t know how to say it.”
He kisses me again, and this time there’s no hesitation.
His hands slide under my hoodie, his palms broad and warm on my waist, his thumbs stroking the soft curve of my stomach like he likes the way I feel.
I tug at his shirt until he helps me pull it off, and then I’m staring at the expanse of skin.
Tattoos are everywhere, ink wrapping his throat and shoulders and chest, the kind of body that should intimidate but only makes me feel safe.
I trace the lines with my fingertips, feeling the heat of his skin, and the way his muscles jump under my touch.
Kade lets me look and touch for a moment before he lifts me with one arm under my thighs like I weigh nothing and carries me to the big leather couch against the far wall.
He lays me down and follows, bracing most of his weight on his arms so I’m not crushed, but I don’t want the space.
I hook my legs around his waist and pull him closer.
“Too much?” he asks, even as his hips settle between mine.
“No.” My voice comes out shaky but sure. “Not enough. I’ve waited eight months, Kade. Don’t be careful with me now.”
He laughs, low and warm, and the sound does something to my insides. “I’m always going to be careful with you, sweetheart. That doesn’t mean I won’t give you what you need.”
His mouth moves down my throat, sucking just hard enough to leave marks I’ll feel tomorrow.
He pushes my hoodie up and off, then my pants and underwear in one motion.
Cool air hits my skin, but I don’t have time to feel exposed, Kade’s eyes darkening as he looks at me, at the slick already glistening on my thighs, at how hard I am for him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, as his big hand wraps around my cock, slowly stroking once, and I arch with a broken sound. Then his fingers slide lower, through the mess I’ve made, and two thick digits press inside me without resistance.
I moan, the sound echoing off the glass walls. “Kade—fuck—yes, like that.” Some part of me wonders why I’m not more ashamed or why I needed this moment so much. The other is slowly dragging us into the moment, my Omega taking over so I don’t have to think
He works me open gently, curling his fingers, finding the spot that makes my vision spark.
The purr starts in his chest, vibrating through me where we’re connected, easing every muscle, telling my body it’s safe.
I rock down onto his hand, chasing more, and he gives it to me, continuing to stretch me out, the wet sound of slick obscene and perfect in the quiet office.
When he finally pulls his hand away and shoves his own pants down, I get a proper look at him, at the thick length between his thighs. My mouth goes dry even as my body clenches around nothing, wanting.
Kade sees the look on my face and stills. “We can stop. Or slow down. Whatever you need.”
“I need you inside me.” I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his cock, feeling the weight of it. “I want to feel you for days. Please.”
He lines up, the blunt head pressing against me, and pushes in slowly.
The stretch burns sweet, my body opening around him because of the slick, because I’ve wanted this for so long my biology has been ready since the first time he purred for me in the alley.
I pull him closer with my legs, nails digging into his shoulders, and he sinks deeper, inch by careful inch, until his hips are flush against mine and I can feel every throb of him.
“Fuck, Rys,” he groans, forehead dropping to my shoulder. “You feel like you were made for me.”
“I was.” The words come out on a gasp. “Move. Please. I can take it.”
He starts slow, with long, deep thrusts that drag against every sensitive place inside me.
The purr never stops, rolling through his chest into mine, and I meet every push with my hips, greedy for more.
My moans fill the room, his name and please and yes and harder tumbling out without filter.
Kade’s hands grip my thighs, holding me open, and the sight of his big body over mine, tattoos shifting with every movement, the way he watches my face like nothing else exists—it undoes me.
I come first, clenching around him with a cry that probably carries through the frosted glass.
My whole body shakes with it, relief and want and eight months of pining crashing together.
Kade fucks me through it, and then he comes too, hot pulses inside me, his knot swelling at the base, catching and locking us together as he groans my name into my neck.
We stay knotted together, panting, his purr softening into something gentler.
He shifts us carefully so I’m draped over his chest on the couch, still joined, his arms wrapped around me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
I press my face into the curve of his throat, breathing cedar and whiskey and the new layer of our scents mixed—vanilla and brown sugar and something warmer, sweeter, that’s just us.
After a while he reaches for his discarded shirt and helps me sit up enough to pull it over my head.
It smells like him. It hangs to the middle of my thighs, the sleeves too long, the collar slipping off one shoulder.
I curl back into his chest immediately, his knot still firmly locked inside of me, one hand splayed over his heart.
Kade’s fingers stroke slowly down my spine, under the shirt, tracing the marks he left. “You okay?”
“Better than okay.” My voice is hoarse from moaning. I nuzzle closer, letting the cedar sink into my skin, into my clothes, into the places no one else will ever touch. “I’ve got you now. And you’ve got me. And Skylar’s… getting there. We’re going to be okay.”
His arms tighten as his purr starts again, softer this time, a steady vibration I feel in my bones. “You’re mine, Rys. Both of you are. I’m not letting anything take that away.”
I close my eyes, sated and warm and finally, finally safe in a way that has nothing to do with locks or closets or phone calls in the dark. “I didn’t know why I needed this but hearing that everything… well, not everything was taken care of…”
Kade chuckles as he starts drawing soft circles against my back. “If you hadn’t come to me, I was two seconds from getting in the car to meet you at Ardor, sweetheart. I’m not wasting any more time.”
I like the sound of that.