Chapter 31 – Vanessa
Chapter Thirty-One
Vanessa
Seeing Hawk take care of Magnum like he’s already accepted him as his packmate makes me really happy.
After my bath, the three of us snuggle in the pack bed and watch a horrible action movie. The acting is awful, but I’m barely focused on it, anyway.
Moretti hasn’t texted or called all day, and it leaves me feeling highly unsettled. There’s nothing I can do except wait, and I’m grateful to have at least two out of three of my guys safe here in the mansion, but dammit, I wish Moretti were here. At the very least, he could check in.
I wake up on my side, facing Magnum.
I’m hot.
Burning alive.
A low moan escapes my lips before I can stop it.
Hawk is behind me with his hand resting on my abdomen. A wave of cramps tears through my stomach, and I jolt, groaning. The room is so silent that any sound is extra loud, and I don’t want to bother Mag when he finally seems to be resting well.
“Shh, you’re okay,” Hawk says close to my ear. “I’ve got you, sweet girl.”
He pulls up the bottom of his T-shirt that I put on after my bath and works his fingers into the band of my panties.
I shouldn’t have bothered with underwear, but I must have been more optimistic about making it through the night without a heat spike. He’s not hesitant like he was in Moretti’s office at the club. He goes straight for my clit, and I grind back, searching for his cock.
“See, we’re going to stay real quiet to avoid waking Magnum.” Hawk holds himself up at a slight angle and pulls my hair back from my face while teasing my pussy with his other hand. “Let’s get you nice and slick so I can slide inside you.”
I nod and lift my top leg, trying to encourage him to shove a couple of fingers inside me.
I appreciate how careful he is with me, but I’m good.
There’s no reason to take our time.
We can get right to the good part.
His palm works my clit while he enters me with two thick digits.
Hawk curls tighter around my back and nuzzles his cheek to the side of my head. “Shit, Vanessa. You’re burning up.”
“I’m okay,” I whisper, moving to pull my panties down. The material constricts his movements, and it’s annoying me.
I get them down past my knees and kick out of them with little care.
My next step is wiggling enough that the shirt I’m wearing rests above my hips. That way, every small movement doesn’t pull on the material.
Shit.
I’m failing at being a good girlfriend.
Maybe I should ask Hawk to take me to the nest?
I peek at Magnum, lifting my head up enough that I can study his face, but he seems to be sleeping soundly. If we won’t be bothering him, I’d rather stay close to Mag. It might be selfish, but I also don’t want him to wake up and wonder why he’s all alone.
“Relax, sweetheart. He’s sleeping good,” Hawk says softly.
I nod and reach back, teasing my hand down the front of Hawk’s sweats. He’s not fully hard, but that makes it easier to grip him with only one hand.
He stretches his fingers, crooking them just right, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning. It’s hard to keep quiet when everything feels so good, but I let my eyes fall shut and focus on breathing in his campfire scent.
Pure comfort washes over me just like it always does when I’m this close to Hawk. He’s like the feeling of knowing I’m safe but in human form. It doesn’t make any sense, but I know I want to keep him forever.
He circles my swollen nub with his thumb, and all rational thought disappears as I’m right back to ravenous for him. I clench my inner walls, and I know I’m drenched by how easily his fingers move in and out of me.
“Mmm, baby girl, I’m aching to be in so many places at once,” Hawk murmurs.
I shiver, lighting up at the new term of endearment. From anyone else, I’d think it was cheesy, but Hawk can pull off calling me baby girl in a way no other man could. It almost feels like he’s praising me, which makes no sense, but I’ll blame that on my instincts.
“It’s a shame to have those pretty tits covered,” Hawk says, keeping his voice low. “Can’t wait to watch them bounce.”
That sounds pretty great to me, too, and I’m more than ready for him.
It’s an awkward angle, but I pull my hand from his sweats, giving his shoulder a shove.
Hawk’s forearm digs into my hip, tugging me with him as he rolls over onto his back. I end up on mine next to him as he yanks his hand from my sex.
I take the opportunity to roll over onto him.
One of these days, I’m going to get the hang of being graceful and sexy, but today is not that day. Still, I manage to sit on Hawk’s lower stomach. I’d love to position my pussy over his impressive cock, but the height difference makes that impossible if I want to be able to kiss him.
And I really just need to kiss him right now.
Ripping the shirt off over my head, I plant my hands on Hawk’s chest and lean in, attacking his mouth.
His fluffy beard brushes my skin as he plants a hand on my ass. The other moves to cradle my head. I might be on top of him, but having him wrapped around me signals to my instincts that I’m safe and protected. It gives me permission to get lost to the meeting of our mouths.
He nips at my lower lip, and a sexy growl rattles out of his chest.
The height difference is hot when I’m standing next to him, but it’s not so fun during sexy times. At least, not in this position. Even when I stretch out as much as possible, I can only grind over his crown if I want to continue kissing him.
The cramping in my abdomen signals it’s more important to get him inside me. He went to bed without a shirt, and it’s a little alarming how cool his skin feels compared to mine.
Groaning against his lips, I pull back and whisper, “I need you.”
“Oh, sweetheart. You have me,” he says, nuzzling his nose to mine.
He’s so easy to believe.
I’ll never get tired of his steady comfort.
Though, right now, I need to prove exactly how much I crave him sexually.
I crawl down his body, noting the smattering of dark hair that covers his chest. There’s even a happy trail leading down his lower stomach and into the waistband of his pants.
I tug his sweats to his knees, and Hawk finishes the job, kicking out of them.
I settle over him once more, and this time my lower lips perfectly frame the underside of his cock. He’s so much harder than when I tried to jerk him, and I shiver as his crown bumps my swollen nub.
Heat pulses under my skin, and I bring a hand to my stomach, pushing against the ache. Reaching between us, I grab his shaft and move his tip to my opening.
“I need you to go slow.” Hawk meets my eyes, and the way his brow furrows proves how serious he is. “It might sting, and I don’t want you to feel obligated to keep going if it hurts. I’ll find other ways to make you come.”
Anxiety pulses in my chest.
He really is thick.
It could hurt.
I still don’t see myself stopping. He’s too sweet, and I want him too badly to ruin the moment.
I sink down on his cock, and my pussy spasms like it’s searching for a knot. It only succeeds in making me tighter, which seems really fucking counterproductive considering the circumstances.
There’s no pain.
It’s more like being stretched to capacity. Rising and falling over him, I plant a hand on his chest, leaning toward him at an angle. It makes my breasts bounce, and my nipples tighten as I leak around his swollen length.
“You good?” Hawk asks softly, cupping the back of my head.
I nod. “You feel amazing.”
Hawk’s hand falls to my ass, helping to lift and drop me. His scent is everywhere, wrapping me up in a delicious blanket of his pheromones. The slide of his hard length inside me makes me ache to come, and I pick up my pace.
I feel like I’m making good progress until I pull a hand between us, testing how much more of him that I have to take to reach his knot.
It’s more than a couple of inches, and my eyes widen.
I thought I was doing so well, and I don’t want to disappoint him.
Is sex even good for an alpha if they don’t get to knot their partner?
“God, Vanessa,” Hawk growls.
Something about the vibration in his tone makes my neck whip to the side. A whine spills from my lips, and I freeze.
I got so wrapped up in the moment that I forgot about Magnum. My head swivels, and he’s awake, lying on his side, facing me and Hawk.
“Don’t mind me, princess. I’m just enjoying the show.” Mag winks.
Hawk growls, and Magnum chuckles.
“I’m too injured to do much with only having one working arm at the moment, but I suggest you tease her clit,” Mag says.
“Shit.” Hawk shakes his head. “I’m fucking this all up.”
“You’re fucking my world up,” I correct, swiveling my hips in a circle. Even my hair teasing against my skin is overstimulating my system. I focus on Hawk’s lips, which are partially covered by his fluffy beard.
Dammit.
I want to kiss him.
Hawk’s arm wraps around my lower back, and he rolls us. Before I know what’s happening, I hit the mattress, and he cages me in. His forearm lands near my head, and he flattens his palm on the top of my skull.
The change in position wedged him deeper inside me. It’s intense, but I pull my hand between us to tease my clit.
A ragged moan spills from my lips as I clench around him, and Hawk finally begins to move. My nipples and clit ache, but I’m going to come crazy fast if he keeps battering my G-spot.
The scent of smoky campfire and the cool brush of Hawk’s skin over mine makes my instincts hum.
My head is foggy, and all I can seem to focus on is how to get him to bite me. It’s fast, but I’d accept the bond if he did claim me.
Hawk’s beard brushes my temple and then my cheek.
Then he’s kissing me.
He must have had to scrunch up to make it happen because his stomach no longer pushes against mine, but I don’t care. Being able to kiss him makes it worth it, and he’s big enough that I still feel safe and protected.
Every thrust makes my tits bounce as I scoot up the bed. His hand on my head holds me in place, and his knot brushes my lower lips.
“Bite me,” I beg as I teeter on the edge. It comes out muffled, thanks to the kiss, but I speed up pressure on my clit.
“Come all over my cock,” Hawk growls, and I swear his words vibrate through my soul.
I don’t think it’s possible for an alpha to boss an omega into an orgasm, but here we are.
Euphoria rips through my nerve endings, and I freeze, sobbing a plea for his knot and his bite. He gives me half of what I asked for, slamming deep. His knot slides inside my opening, and horribly embarrassing sounds spill from my lips as my pussy convulses around the swelling appendage.
“Fucking tell me you’re okay,” Hawk demands, pulling back to study my face.
I can’t speak, thrashing under him as it gets to be too much to even work my clit. My body jolts with electric zips of pleasure, and I pull my free hand to his mouth, kinda slapping him with my wrist.
“Bite!” I manage to choke out.
Hawk’s tongue flicks over my inner wrist. “You better fucking know what you’re asking for.”
His hand cradles mine, and he strikes just below where my palm meets my wrist.
The bite burns, but I’m still distracted by his knot. Every tiny movement drags it along my inner walls. It’s so much pleasure for such very little movement.
Hawk growls, and his tongue flicks over my skin, lapping at the blood that spills around his canines. His scent tinges in my mind, kinda like when I can smell him, but also not.
I’m not the most coherent, and I still understand that I can accept or deny the bond. My soul makes the choice for me, or maybe I’m too out of it to understand how I solidify the link, but I sob as Hawk’s presence floods the connection.
He’s desperate for me in a way I didn’t know was possible. Next comes his relief that I accepted the connection. It’s overwhelming and intense, and it only gets crazier as his cock swells, kicking inside me.
His pleasure ricochets through the bond, and his teeth clamp down on my wrist even deeper.
The pain is insignificant compared to all the other sensations and feelings.
Holy shit.
Hawk just bit me, and I accepted.
We’re bonded for life.