Chapter 36 – Magnum
Chapter Thirty-Six
Magnum
I’m jealous as fuck watching Moretti claim Vanessa, but I had a feeling it was coming. They put on quite the show, and my cock is about to explode as he finally helps her rest her feet on the floor and pulls free of her pussy.
Vanessa is wrecked.
Her mascara runs down her red cheeks, her hair is wild and untamed in a way I haven’t seen before, and from the looks of it, she doesn’t know which way is up.
She might be dick drunk, but she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Moretti wraps his hand around her jaw from behind, tilting her face back toward his. He bends low, and they share a tender kiss before he runs his hands down her sides, pushing the hem of her lingerie into place.
Or that’s what I assume he’s doing.
I can’t see perfectly with the chair in the way.
He makes sure she’s settled, pulls back, and steps over to address the crowd while Vanessa hobbles toward me.
Damn, he knocked the bottom out, for sure.
And I’m still unreasonably jealous at a level that can’t be healthy.
I didn’t grow up in a pack—you’d never catch my dad sharing my mom, but he had free rein to fuck anything that moved. My mom is a female alpha, so she never had heats to push the issue.
Despite all that, I’m open to the idea of pack life.
I just need to get some real-world practice.
Watching is hot.
It’s easy to put myself in Hawk’s or Moretti’s place, and seeing the faces she makes really does it for me. I’m good with observing sometimes, but I also want to participate.
Vanessa continues toward me. The lingerie she’s wearing has a bow that can be tied or left open. It’s open now, and her tits jiggle.
My cock jumps as they sway, and I run my thumb over the slit on the head of my dick.
Goddammit.
I want to pick her up and fuck her against the wall, which I’m not confident I could pull off in my injured state.
She smiles as she grows closer, and her eyes are hazy.
Vanessa makes it to me, and her hands land on my hips. She shoves my back against the wall, dropping to her knees.
“You gonna suck me off, princess?”
“Yes.” She nods, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
I’ve got a fantastic view of her tits, and I wish my pain meds weren’t wearing off.
Then again, the pain is a solid reminder not to overdo it.
If I fuck up my shoulder worse than it is now, it will take even longer to heal.
That would likely put me out of commission for her heat, and that’s not worth the risk.
There’s no way I don’t look like a total fucking weirdo. I never wear suits, but the event tonight called for formal wear.
That’s not the weird part.
I’ve been standing here with my dick out, jerking off while Moretti claimed her.
The naughty little omega wraps her hand around my cock, bringing it to her lips. Her tongue is warm and wet, and she’s not fucking around. Her palm applies the perfect amount of pressure to my knot to make it vibrate like it always does right before it swells.
She’s going to embarrass me real quick if she keeps that up. I contemplated letting myself come while I was watching, and the only thing that held me back was that I didn’t want to deal with cleaning up the mess.
“Damn, sweetheart.” I grin down at her, quirking an eyebrow. “That night we played just the tip, you said you’d offer to suck me off but you didn’t think you’d be very good at it. You’re a dirty little liar. You’re fucking fantastic at sucking cock.”
My head falls against the wall as I groan, trying to bring my hand to wrap in her hair.
Only, I’m distracted, and I forget that moving that arm hurts like a bitch.
Pain radiates down my arm and up my neck.
Fuck.
I’m going to have to wear that damn sling the doctor had delivered. I avoided wearing it tonight because I didn’t want to show off that I’m not at full capacity.
Grunting, I swap to my left hand, tangling my fingers into her hair.
Vanessa cups the underside of my shaft with her tongue, and when she gets to the head, she swirls around my crown.
It’s fucking magical.
“You’re killing me, princess,” I tell her truthfully. I’ve never ached for anything or anyone the way I need to make Vanessa mine. “I want inside your tight little cunt almost more than I want to breathe.”
She smiles around my cock and swaps to flicking her tongue over the slit like she’s desperate for every drop of my precum. “You can take over. I might gag, but that’s hot too…”
“You sure?” I ask.
“Yup.” She smiles and dives back down my length, hollowing her cheeks.
A low growl vibrates out of my chest, and I remind myself not to act like a feral alpha. My muscles tighten as I fight the urge to really fuck her mouth, but I get braver on every thrust.
She’s a goddamn wet dream, and somehow the mascara stains and smeared lipstick make everything even hotter.
My tip hits the back of her throat, and her hold on my knot tightens as she gags. I pull her off, minding how deep I shove her on the next go-round.
It doesn’t take long until my balls tighten and the base of my spine tingles. I get a little too rough, and she chokes for real. It makes her throat tighten around the first few inches of my cock.
Stick a fork in me.
I’m done.
My shaft thickens, and I come all over her tongue.
Vanessa does her best to swallow, but it spills from the edges of her mouth. My head falls back, and I enjoy the last electric shocks of my orgasm.
My knot still aches, but this isn’t the time or the place.
The little omega continues lapping at the head of my cock long after my orgasm is over, and I chuckle, giving her hair a tug.
“Come on up here, princess. I wanna see what I taste like on your tongue,” I growl.
Vanessa scrambles to her feet, and I release her hair to tuck my dick away, pulling up the front of my boxer briefs and pants. Her hands land on my sides as she stretches up to kiss me.
I should be riding the high from coming down her throat, but my shoulder hurts like a motherfucker, and I grimace as I bend down to meet her.
“Magnum,” she hisses. “Did I hurt you?”
I chuckle and pull her to me with my good hand. “Hardly. Now fucking kiss me.”
She has to be average height for a woman, but I always manage to forget how short she seems without those hooker heels that she loves so much.
I finally meet her in the middle, flicking my tongue over her lips. She opens for me, and I deepen the kiss. She tastes mostly like me with hints of Moretti—who the fuck knows how, considering he didn’t come in her mouth—but I ignore it.
Her pheromones are thick, and my head gets hazy. I’m smacked with the overwhelming urge to claim her, but I’m not letting that be a reactive thing. I’d also like to be balls deep when I finally sink my teeth into her sexy little body. I’m ready to get home and snuggle in bed next to my omega.
Shit.
It’s crazy to think of Moretti’s mansion as home, but home will be wherever Vanessa is.
The warehouse security is still hanging around as we exit the ballroom into the entryway. It has lockers where all weapons are required to be left, and Moretti unlocks his, handing out everything we left inside.
Hawk helps Vanessa into her coat, and she leans against his side, yawning.
There are a few other people waiting to leave. They stand around, putting their guns into their holsters and knives into sheaths in preparation of leaving the building.
The mafia families of Boston don’t fuck around when it comes to being well armed.
Moretti shoves my gun into its holster under my left arm.
I could have done it, but it would have been awkward.
“Thanks,” I say, nodding.
“I always feel more confident when I’m armed, so I understand the urge.” He pulls my suit coat together, doing the middle button, which is weird, but nice, I guess.
The gun is basically just for show at this point.
I can’t shoot for shit with my left hand.
I’d better gain my dexterity back after I heal. Right now, lifting my right arm hurts. Hell, letting it hang by my side sucks just as much.
“At this point, you’re essentially a liability until that arm heals,” Moretti says, leaning close. “Don’t use it even if you think you have to.”
My eyes narrow, and I can’t decide if that was just him being a dick like normal or if it was some type of warning.
He steps away and texts someone, but I’m still mulling over his words.
We linger by the door until Moretti nods and says, “The SUV is here. I will head out first. Hawk, I want you with Vanessa. With Magnum out of commission, he can bring up the rear.”
I don’t know him well enough to guess if he’s always this thorough, but Hawk and Vanessa don’t seem concerned.
A group of three guys from another family heads out before us, but they break away to the right while we follow the sidewalk straight toward the circle where the vehicles wait.
“Are you okay?” Vanessa asks, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “You’re frowning, and it looks like you’re in pain.”
“All good, princess.” I bring her hand to my lips, giving it a kiss before releasing it. “I probably shouldn’t have been so stubborn about leaving my meds at the house.”
In reality, my entire shoulder from my neck to my armpit is on fire, but if I walk at a steady gait, it’s slightly less noticeable.
“We’ll make sure you’re well-medicated soon.” She smiles, pats Hawk’s chest, and skips up to Moretti.
“I’ll never turn down touching you, but you don’t need to sweet-talk me.” He wraps his arm around her and pulls her into his side, kissing her temple. “We’re headed straight home to get your boyfriend his opiates.”
I snort.
Vanessa slaps his chest, and they get moving again.
It’s freezing, and I’m wishing I brought an overcoat.
Moretti pulls his phone from his pocket, stopping dead in his tracks.
Vanessa tries to continue on, but he grips her hip, pulling her back to his side.
Hawk holds an arm up, blocking me from moving forward.
Okay, so this is a bigger deal than him getting a text.