Chapter 4 #2
The truth is that I failed my sister. I didn’t pick up my phone while I was on a stake out, and she disappeared that night.
There were rumblings that there was a sex trafficking ring operating there, but when I went digging, my chief told me to stop.
She was only eighteen, and had recently presented as an omega.
Maeve was fun loving and wild, never paying attention to me when I warned her to watch her drinks while partying. This was the beginning of my spiral, and I quit the force in Seattle two years later. I kept digging into things without permission, and even had my ass kicked for my efforts.
My left pinkie finger never healed completely. It’s still slightly crooked.
“Syrus?” Silva asks, her hand on my forearm.
“Sorry,” I rasp. “It’s hard to think of them.”
My mom told me to take care of my sister, and I fucked that up.
“I didn’t know it was a sore point,” she says gently. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
Silva doesn’t know how right she is in saying that. They’re both lost to me, and after all of my digging, my sister is probably dead as well.
“Thank you, it’s been a long time.”
“Some wounds don’t heal,” she replies, taking a long sip of her water. “They just continue to hurt to remind us we’re still alive.”
“So who am I killing?” I ask, my gaze steady on hers as she meets it.
“No one.” She shrugs. “It’s been a long time.”
My words are parroted back at me, and my eyes narrow at her as she smirks.
“That’s not very nice,” I grunt, watching as she twirls the last of her pasta on her fork and slides it between her parted lips. “Silva, you’re a mystery I want to unwrap.”
Her eyes hood as she enjoys the last bite of her food, thinking about my words.
“I don’t have a great track record with alphas, Sy, and there are few worth my time,” she says.
“That’s the mystery. I live in this little town, with my routines and habits, and I’m happy with that.
I don’t have to hide my designation, or poison my body with heat or scent blockers.
My mind is clear because I don’t have to worry about alpha pheromones stinking up the air, and I can go to work without worrying that someone will get too handsy. ”
“Anyone who did would deeply regret that,” I grumble.
“Don’t think I don’t know that you have an electric cattle prod behind the bar, Spitfire.
I look the other way because I refuse to cut your wings or your ability to defend yourself.
I’ve learned that I can’t be everywhere at once, and I need you to be safe. ”
Silva gives me a measuring glance, and I curse inside because I’m already saying too much. I feel as if she’s pulling away all of my defenses to see the shit I hide away.
“I can appreciate that,” she says, finishing the rest of her water determinedly. My eyes can’t help but stare at her throat as she swallows, and it forces me to adjust my cock. It’s giving me very dirty thoughts of how she’d look swallowing around something else.
Her legs slide to the side as she puts down her glass, and her lips twitch.
“Do I get a prize for finishing my water?” Silva asks, amused.
“Yes,” I rumble, getting up so quickly that I knock the bar stool backward. I ignore the clatter as my hands grab handfuls of her ass, and she stands up on the stool rung to climb up my body.
Our teeth click together as our lips crash against each other, but I’m too busy ghosting along her skin underneath her shirt to notice.
“I want you to tell me if you want to stop,” I groan, her sister’s admonishments in my mind. I know from experience that nightmares have a way of escaping into the light.
I don’t want anything Silva and I do to be tainted by it.
“I promise,” she gasps, pulling off her sweater to reveal a strapless bra. Her tits are practically spilling out of it, and I can’t help the sound I make as I see them.
“Pull them out.” I rumble. “I want a taste.”
Silva’s heels are pressed against my back, and I use that pinch of pain to keep myself from losing myself too much. Her nipples are dark pink and pebbled as she pushes the bra cups down, and she holds them up for me as if in offering.
My tongue drags over her skin, greedily sucking on her nipples as she whines.
“More,” she gasps, her fingers moving to sink into my hair to keep my head where it is.
You don’t need to tell me twice…
Walking blindly to the oven, I turn it off just as the timer begins to beep. Silva reaches for the microwave to hit the kill button on it and then I’m on the move again. I’ll pull the brownies out later.
My teeth tease and pull at her nipples as I walk to the living room so I can lay her down on the couch.
My fingers explore her skin, my hips pressing against the couch for friction so that I’m not randomly grinding on her.
My hand is on her jeans, wondering if eating her out for my dessert is acceptable or not.
“Sy, you’re being too careful,” she complains.
“Am I?” I tease her, kissing down her body. My free hand squeezes and pinches her nipples as I open her jeans with a flick of my fingers. “I’m just getting started, Spitfire.”
Her legs fall open as I kneel, and her hips lift to help me as I remove her panties, pants, and boots. I toss it all to the floor, before lifting her ankle to my shoulder so I can kiss down her leg and stare at her.
“You’re a damn work of art,” I rasp, sucking on the skin above her ankle. Her pussy is shiny with slick, and she has a sprinkling of hair on it.
“You’re a tease.” She gasps, and I bite down and suck on her thigh to show her just how much I enjoy teasing her.
“This is true,” I grunt, laying between her thighs and using my thumbs to open her pussy so I can stare at how pretty it is.
“Syrus.” Silva growls, making me chuckle darkly as I kiss her clit.
“You’re so scary,” I compliment her, my tongue shutting down her complaints as I lap at her arousal. “Fuck, I need more.”
I shove my tongue inside her cunt roughly, enjoying the way her fingers immediately pull on my hair. She tastes like cherry and bitter almonds, the perfect balance between sweetness and snark, just like her.
“Urgh, fuck!” she yells, her legs haphazardly spread open for me.
I want to growl that this is all mine and beat my chest as slick pushes out of her cunt, but I won’t. I have to earn the right to call her that, and I plan to.
My thumb rubs her clit, and I’m mesmerized by the way it seems to swell underneath it. I’m not a saint, I fucked around before I came to Widows Peak, but I haven’t looked in another woman’s direction since I met Silva. The omega pulled me into her hurricane of energy, and never let me go.
“Play with your tits and come for me, baby. Take your pleasure, and soak my beard so I smell like you for days afterward,” I beg.
Silva’s eyes roll back at my words, and her hands roughly massage her breasts, teaching me how she enjoys being touched. My fingers push into her tight cunt, my lips moving to her clit to suck and bite down on it.
Her noises become more and more wild as my fingers fuck her over the edge, and she screams as she explodes all over my face. I meant it when I hinted that I didn’t want to wash her scent off my beard.
“Attagirl,” I grunt, moving so that she’s straddling my lap. I don’t give a fuck that she’s soaking my pants, I simply want to keep her close. “How do you feel?”
“Spoiled, because now I want more.” She purrs, kissing me.
Silva rocks over my erection, making me groan as I fist her hair roughly. She grins as her fingers curl in my clothing, her eyes hooded as her hips continue to work her needy clit over my erection.
“How much more?” I groan, sucking on her bottom lip.
“Mmm, I like when you do that,” she says as I relinquish my hold on her lip. “As for how much more, you’re wearing too much clothing, Sy.”
Silva helps me out of my shirt and her fingers move over my skin reverently, slowing over the old bullet wounds and injuries.
“I have to say, I’m glad you’re not on a normal police force anymore,” she pouts.
“Me too,” I reply, because it’s true.
Silva’s lipstick miraculously stays put as she kisses me, and I swipe my thumb over them.
“I was kind of looking forward to making a mess of this.” I smirk.
“Let’s see if it’ll stand the test of a blowjob,” she says, moving to her knees on the ground as she opens my jeans. “Are you up for it?”
“Baby, why don’t you tell me?”
I push my pants down my hips, releasing my cock since I’m going commando.
It bounces against my abs, thick, long, and curved.
Precum already leaks down my shaft, and my crown is red and angry with impatience.
Her eyes grow large as she stares appreciatively at it before her eyes flick up to my face.
“It looks like you’re very excited,” she says. “I also don’t think you should ever talk to me about not having a knot. Your dick is perfect.”
Silva wraps her hand around my cock before dragging her tongue up the underside of it. Her lips wrap around the crown of my shaft and she sucks hard, forcing my hips to jerk upward as I gasp.
“I’ve been a very good girl, Daddy,” she says with a mischievous smile. “Don’t hold back.”