Chapter 24 – Vanessa
Chapter Twenty-Four
Vanessa
Uh-oh.
I think I teased too hard.
Everything from Moretti’s desk hits the ground, and the noise makes me question my life choices.
“You’re dangerous.” His hands land on my hips, lifting me and laying me down across the cool, dark wood.
My dress snags around my hips, and I’m sure he has a perfect view of my panties.
They’re probably in questionable shape after what Magnum and I did in the bathroom at the restaurant.
I could be embarrassed about that, but my husband is going to have to learn to share.
Spreading my legs just a little wider, I pray my thighs aren’t blocking the view.
Everyone always thinks I weigh a lot less than I actually do, but that’s a combination of having a slender face and long torso. My bottom half has always been where I carry the majority of my weight.
“A goddamn menace, that’s what you are,” he growls, and his forearm lands next to my head as he stretches over me.
“Gorgeous, but you’re pure fucking trouble.
I knew how risky it was to steal you from Grigoryan.
I weighed the pros and cons. Not even knowing people would die on both sides could stop me from making you mine. ”
My heart races as I stare into his blue eyes. I never thought of how this would impact anyone other than me, but he knew the trouble it would cause in Boston, and he still married me.
Shit.
I’m not a very good person.
My insides light up.
He wanted me no matter the cost, and he made me his.
No one has ever made a stand for me.
He snags my lower lip between his teeth and swirls his tongue around it before kissing me breathless. His hand snakes up my thigh and under my panties while I’m still too lost to the kiss to do much.
He’s way too talented at pleasing a woman.
Part of me is annoyed by how much experience he must have, while the rest is thankful he knows exactly how to make my body hum. It’s hard to be sure what he’s doing, but it feels like he’s teasing my clit with his thumb while working two fingers in and out of my core.
His beard scratches my cheek as he fucks his tongue into my mouth, and I’m terrified that he’ll try to get away.
I wanted him so badly in the restaurant, but he left me to Magnum.
Working my hands between us, I focus on unbuttoning his shirt.
It’s incredibly tempting to try to rip it open, but I have no idea if he has backup clothes here at the club.
I eventually get the dress shirt open, frowning when my hand brushes over his undershirt rather than bare skin.
Jesus.
How many layers does this man have on?
I’m in my dress, panties, and heels.
That’s it.
At least I’m making some progress on getting him naked, and I refocus on his belt and pants. I smile as I succeed, not hesitating to shove my fingers down the front of his boxer briefs.
Shit.
I need longer arms.
I’m barely able to brush the first few inches of his cock. It’s better than nothing, so I wrap my fingers around his length, jerking him as much as I can. He’s thick and so hard, and I’m sure having him inside me would be life-changing.
His electric scent makes me floaty, and I whimper as he stretches his fingers, twisting them in and out of my pussy.
He breaks from the kiss and nuzzles his nose against mine.
“You smell so fucking good. Every time I breathe you in…” His head shakes. “It’s like I’m high off your scent.” He tugs the top of my dress until my breasts pop out, and he growls, low and feral. “I hope you understand what you’re getting when you let me inside you.”
I barely get to process the warning before he pulls his hand from my panties and slides off his desk, divesting me of my underwear. My hand falls out of his boxer briefs in the process, and I lean up to make a mad grab for him again.
Only, the fucker backs up, winking.
“Patience, darling.” He tugs out of his button-down and pulls off his undershirt. His chest, sides, and stomach are equally covered in tattoos that disappear under the waistband of his boxer briefs.
I lick my lips, daydreaming about what it would feel like to trace each inked design with my tongue.
“Why are you so far away?” My clit pulses with need, and my head only gets foggier.
“Fuck,” Moretti growls, shoving the front of his boxer briefs down. He somehow manages to keep his pants hanging low on his pelvis so they don’t fall completely.
I want to see more, but my boobs are in the way. Planting my hands on the desk, I struggle to sit up a bit and end up leaning up on my forearms.
My eyes widen as his cock comes into view. He has a lot of dick, and I start to worry for my vagina’s well-being.
Moretti brings his palm to my mouth. “Lick.”
My head tilts.
I’m obviously hazy.
My brain tries to comprehend what he wants, and I guess I take too long to think about it.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He brings his hand to my sex, shoving two fingers inside me to scoop out my slick. When he brings that hand to his shaft, I finally understand what he wanted.
My face gets warm, but I’m totally blaming that on how sexy Moretti looks lubing his cock with my slick. He steps between my thighs, continuing to work his length while his other hand weaves into my hair.
He pulls my head back until I’m forced to look up at him.
My chest heaves.
The cool air feels incredible on my tight nipples, but I’m kinda wondering if I should warn him that I haven’t done this before.
What if it ruins the moment?
He’s way too hot to be looking at me like that.
I’ll just not react, even if there’s a tinge of discomfort. I’m sure all the finger-fucking has helped.
I’ll be fine.
Moretti dips his head, kissing me as he uses his hold in my hair to guide me where he wants me.
My legs hang off the edge of the desk, and I wrap them around his backside.
His crown bumps my clit, sliding down and back up again.
It makes me ache to feel him inside me, but I’m not sure he’ll actually be able to enter me from this angle.
Not unless he squats or I hang my entire bottom half off the desk.
“Come on,” I beg between sensual kisses. “Fuck me already.”
An omega’s entire purpose in life is to take alpha cock. That means nature will ensure it’s physically possible to fit that massive thing inside me, even if I have doubts.
He cradles my head in his hand, leaning over me. It forces me to lie flat on the unforgiving wood, making my butt hang over the edge even more.
I was hoping I’d be able to stay somewhat upright to see what’s coming, but I love the way his bare chest feels pressing against mine as he cages me in.
The only thing that could make this moment better is if we were safely at home in the nest. Who the hell knows why my brain picks now to obsess about burrowing and nesting. It’s random, but my instincts are clearly in control.
Moretti bumps my head to the side with his cheek, licking and sucking as his crown swirls from my swollen nub down to my opening and back again. It grounds me in the moment once more.
Anxiety hits me hard, but I close my eyes and give in to the sensations. He nips at my ear and applies firmer pressure to my clit. My tits throb, and my core clenches.
I dig my heels into his ass, and I don’t care if it’s uncomfortable for him. He’s the one who left me in my shoes.
Don’t some men fantasize about high heels?
I bet they do.
He needs to get the hint and do me.
“Bossy and impatient. Huh, wife?” A low chuckle spills from Moretti, and his warm breath fans over my throat.
My nipples ache, but it’s the wave of cramping that rips through my abdomen that makes me sob.
He must recognize that I’m about to lose my shit. With no further warning, he slams inside me.
I freeze as my body tries to decide if he just ripped me in half or his intrusion feels amazing.
It’s the first.
“Jesus fuck, Moretti,” I hiss, my nails raking down his back. “Are you trying to break my vagina? I’m still new to all this, but I’m getting the hang of it. I’d like to get a lifetime of use out of my pussy.”
With him no longer jerking himself, he plants that hand on the desk next to my head and pulls back. He stays very still, not thrusting for so long that my eyes pop open.
Hell if I know when I closed them, but he’s carefully studying my face.
“How new?” he asks, his jaw tight with tension.
I shake my head, wishing a hole would open up and swallow me.
“I’m good now.” I bounce the backs of my high heels against his ass, and his cock jumps. “Move.”
Moretti pulls his hand from under my head and grips my jaw. “How new, Vanessa?” His words are clipped, but he teases his thumb over my cheek. “Would you like me to pull out?”
“No, and not all that new,” I lie. “You’re not special or anything. Fuck me already.”
“You’re a bad liar and a pain in the ass.” His hand snakes under my back, and he pulls me up with him.
It wedges his crown deeper, and I do my best not to react.
Moretti crosses the room with me held to his chest, coming to a stop in front of the small love seat on the wall just inside the door we came in.
I’m impressed he’s able to keep his pants and underwear around his thighs as he moves. It would be awkward if he tripped and fell because they were around his ankles.
Not more awkward than having him buried inside me while looking at me like he pities me.
I should punch him in the throat.
He spins around, putting himself down on the middle of the love seat. It brings me to kneel over him, and his hands slide under my dress, cupping my ass. “Are you okay? Any pain?”
My forehead falls to rest against his shoulder, and he nuzzles his cheek to the side of my head.
“Look at me, darling.”
“Can you just not make this a thing?”
“Eyes on mine!” he barks, and my stupid system reacts before I can fight the command. “You should have warned me.”
“Why? So you could run away and leave me to Magnum, like you did in the restaurant?” It pisses me off to even think about it.
Anger is a much better emotion to focus on than feeling vulnerable. I hate feeling emotionally exposed. This is a thousand times worse. He’s still inside me…and my tits are hanging out of the top of my dress. Not to mention, it feels like he can see into my soul.
“Hardly, but I wouldn’t have taken you here,” he says, brushing his thumbs over my skin. He keeps hold of my ass with one hand and brings the other between us, teasing my swollen nub. “Kiss me.”
My heart thumps erratically, and I plant my hands on his shoulders, leaning up to kiss him. He’s tender and less bossy than he was before. It’s almost like he’s pouring his apology into the meeting of our mouths, but that’s silly.
Everything starts to feel really good.
How hard he is.
The stretch.
Being so full.
The way his tongue teases mine.
All of it is amazing.
“Breathe in my pheromones. They should help. Once you’re ready, see what you like,” he says softly as he pulls back. “Rise and fall on your knees. Swivel your hips. Grind. Test them all and see what feels best.” The tender, reassuring side of Moretti isn’t one I’m familiar with, and I like it.
He pulls me up his length, using the hand on my ass.
The slide of him inside me makes me moan as I push my lips to his once more. It doesn’t take long until I’m brave enough to really try to ride him, and he doesn’t complain or try to rush me. He’s calm and sturdy, and I really appreciate him not freaking out on me or trying to leave.
That would have broken me.
His fingers dig into my ass, and his muscles bulge. It probably really sucks for him. He was expecting hot and dirty, and he got slow and sweet.
I clench around him, and he jumps inside me, growling. I’m not sure how much of him I’m taking, but I haven’t felt his knot brush my lower lips. That probably means he has a fair amount of dick left.
Growing braver, I practice swiveling my hips as his crown bumps the bottom of my pussy. It feels indescribable, and I suck down deep hits of his pheromones between kisses.
My pleasure builds, slow and steady.
My cheek comes to rest against his as I fall over him, chasing my orgasm. Even the way my tits bounce seems to heighten the experience.
“You’re such a good girl,” Moretti coos.
“Warm and wet and so tight it’s almost painful, but it’s so fucking good.
” Every descent of my hips forces more of him inside me, and we’re both covered in my slick.
He pulls his hand off my ass, weaving it into my hair.
The move leaves his forearm resting against my back, and even that small change helps me relax. “That’s it, wife. Use me.”
Hearing him call me his wife while he’s buried inside me is addictive.
My instincts want to taunt him into biting me, but rationally, I understand that’s not something to be rushed.
Unbonded omegas will always be more vulnerable than omegas with a pack. It’s simple biology, and from an evolutionary standpoint, it makes perfect sense why my system would crave his bite.
I wish he would toss me down and completely cage me in, but feeling him cradle my scalp helps.
My insides get melty, and a light buzz takes over.
It’s all so intense that I have trouble focusing.
Everything else in the world disappears until it’s just me and Emory.
My nipples bead, and my pleasure coils tighter until I’m teetering right on the edge.
Moretti’s forearm presses against my back, and he growls. “Come for me, Vanessa.”
He plants his feet on the floor, bucking up into me as I freeze.
My pussy locks down on his length, rippling like it’s searching for a knot. Embarrassing sounds spill from my lips as he ruts into me, his crown slapping into my G-spot with each thrust.
My face falls to rest in his neck, and I sob a mostly incoherent plea for him to bite me.
His shaft grows longer and thicker, jerking inside me. It only prolongs my orgasm, and I lose all connection with reality. It could be seconds or minutes that pass, but when I come back to myself, my front is plastered to his chest.
Moretti teases his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. A half second later, a ragged, underused purr vibrates from his chest.
An alpha purring for an omega is the ultimate comfort, but he was already doing a stellar job of setting me at ease.
I’m boneless and completely content.
“You doing okay down there?” he asks.
I nod.
He chuckles. “I usually prefer verbal answers, but I’ll give you a pass this time. I’m sure your throat is sore from all the screaming you just did.”
I smile, my forehead rolling around the top of his shoulder.
Wow.
That man didn’t need the boost to his confidence that I gave him.
He finally pulls his hand from between us, resting it on my lower back. “I should spank your ass red for not warning me.”
A shiver runs down my spine.
Well, shit.
I’m not sure I’d fight it if he tried.