Chapter 8
Charles
Her body trembles at my touch as she whimpers her consent. No advanced learning is needed when ascertaining one’s virginity; however, it is indeed fun to pretend for the sake of her arousal. My lips twitch in the ghost of a smile as even more slick drips from her pretty pussy.
She likes this too. Despite her misgivings, despite the fear I can feel locked in her body, she rather enjoys it. Something to file away for future reference. If we are to keep playing these games, I have other, far more scandalous, treatments to apply to her body.
I do my best to give this the gravitas she demands, but unless she’s been with another male I don’t know about, she should have nothing to worry about.
Unfortunately, just the thought of her spending her evenings with someone else makes my blood boil to the point where I have to clench my fists as I tamp down the explosive emotions.
The irony is not lost on me, however. If Henhaven found out, I’m sure he’d be just as murderous as I am.
Taking in a deep breath, I bring my mind back where it needs to be.
Miss Campbell lies there before me, a sacrificial lamb, just dripping as I watch the muscles in her inner thigh twitch.
I touch her, taking my time as I skim my thumbs up the delicate skin of her legs, watching as she writhes there, desperation pouring from her body.
“First,” I murmur, “I need to make sure everything is as it should be.” Reaching up, I tap her swollen clit as she bucks up at my touch. “Can you feel that?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “I can feel it. Can’t you get on with it?”
“Such impertinence,” I tease. “I merely wish to do a thorough job. Should I tie you up so you can learn some patience while I explore you?” I nearly laugh as she pops her head up from the bed, a curious look on her face. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
“I didn’t know you were an expert at tying.”
“Do you keep forgetting my former occupation? Now lie back, my dear. I haven’t a bit of rope to restrain you, and I’d so rather tonight be a pleasant exploration wherein I can help you achieve release instead of a night where I pull away and make you suffer without the touch of my hands or tongue.”
The wayward chit crosses her arms and plops back down onto the bed. Heaven better be on my side in allowing me to find evidence against Henhaven. The poor viscount has no idea what type of hellion he’d be getting. Who knows if he can even handle such a girl?
Settling back between her thighs, I shift in closer. The scent of her honeyed arousal mixed with that heady scent of peony and parchment drifts from her, nearly drugging me. God, but it’s intoxicating.
I slip out my tongue and tease her clit with it for a moment. “Do you feel that?”
“Y- yes, Norhaven,” she squeaks out. “I feel it.”
Pulling back, I rise from between her thighs and grip the thick muscle of her legs with my hands. “In these stolen moments, I am no longer Norhaven to you. I cannot stand it. I cannot bear it. Charles. I long to hear it drip from your lips as I touch you, as I bring you to orgasm.”
“On one condition,” she says, her voice soft and thick with emotion. “In these moments, I am Cynthia to you. It hurts my heart to hear you call me Miss Campbell. It’s so formal, so distant, and so very cold. Please. Please, Charles. Say you’ll be so informal with me as well?”
Leaning forward, I press into her, soaking my breeches with her slick as I plant soft kisses on her stomach. “Yes, Cynthia. That is a request I can certainly honor.”
Unable to look into her gaze, to see the fear and desperation etched on her face, I go back to my knees, hiding the mirrored emotions of my own. Duty be damned. Here, I don’t have to be anything other than Charles and her Cynthia. I’m not a duke, and she’s not the daughter of a baron.
Here, she’s just mine.
Running my thumbs down her entrance, I spread her open, nearly groaning as I make her gape in front of me.
Though I’ve teased her there with my tongue and fingers, I’ve never truly breached her for fear of ruining her for any other man.
How I long to just drive my cock deep inside her, claiming her in a way that no one else can.
Many Alphas can bite an omega and leave a bit of their soul behind, but only one can take her maidenhead for the first time. Only one can see that look of shock and discomfort on her face as he forces his way in, stealing that last bit of innocence.
Why couldn’t it be me?
I refuse to slide my hand lower to my breeches, to undo the buttons, releasing my cock. If I do… If I dare chance fate… I’m sure I will not leave her side until she’s fat and swollen with my child. I will fuck her until her scent becomes mine, melding until everyone knows just who she belongs to.
No. I have to be sensible. I have to be reasonable. It doesn’t matter if that’s why I’m here in the first place.
Groaning, I slide a finger in, going deeper than I usually do. Cynthia holds her breath as her body tenses at the invasion. Pulling out, I ease in two, sliding forward by degrees until I graze what I was hoping was still there.
With a loud exhale, I bring up the lamp and draw out my fingers a bit so I can spread her open. There, positioned a touch further than I’m used to, is that bit of skin that reveals she is still, in the eyes of the law, pristine, fit to be married.
I set it back down and ease back in, keeping my movements slow and gentle so as not to break the delicate barrier. “Do you feel this?” I hiss against her mound as I rest my lips against it. “Do you feel this small bit of pressure?”
“Yes. What does it mean?”
“It means you are still technically a virgin. Until this barrier is broken, no man will deny you as his wife.”
Her body relaxes around me, nearly soaking into the bed as she lets out a soft cry of relief.
Until now, I didn’t realize just how worried she had been.
I know we pushed past the bounds of propriety, but I kept her innocence at the forefront of my mind.
I would have never compromised her in that way.
Then again, I wonder if she has only had this fear recently.
It’s been no secret that she pined after me so.
In her mind, I’m sure she saw us married.
Rightfully so. From the instant we pulled that damned pea and bean, from the moment she spied my cock for the first time and wondered at the growth at my base, from that very first punishment and the way she came apart in my hands, I should have dragged her down the aisle. I should have made her mine.
And now, we both suffer the consequences.
Unable to see past the sins my inaction has brought about, I content myself with the use of Cynthia’s body. My lips glide over her clit as I palm myself through the fabric. Has she always smelled that delightful? That intoxicating? Or is it because I know that every meeting now might be our last?
Groaning, I lap at her skin, tasting the need pouring from her body. She’s always been so damned sensitive to my touch, so responsive. I’ve never had an omega like her before, and I dare say I’ll never have another after.
Once more, I slide a finger inside, stopping short of her virginal wall. I’m playing with fire, I know. But she tempts me so. She calls to me, demands I touch her, somehow, some way.
Cynthia writhes against me, her body bucking hard enough that I have to move my fingers away lest she impale herself and make all this precaution moot. I continue to stroke myself through my breeches as I lick her, tease her, and taste her.
The scent surrounding our bodies makes my head dizzy as her clit swells even more. Soft grunts and groans flit from her lips as she continues to move with me, her hips jerking in an erratic fashion. God, she’s close. So very, very close.
Unable to take it anymore, I fumble with the buttons on my breeches and rip the flap open. She is not in heat nor anywhere close to it. I can’t impregnate her right now, so why not mark her with my cum? Why not continue to tempt the devil and see what becomes of it?
My thoughts are irrational, but all I know is I want my scent deep in her body when she meets Henhaven again. Let him smell her and wonder. Unless I rip that one last vestige of innocence from her body, there’s no proof we’ve done anything untoward.
This isn’t like me. This isn’t something I’d normally do. I’m the calm one, the rational one. Even in the heat of battle, I never lost my head. Now, just the very thought of losing Cynthia, even if it’s my own damn fault, guts me worse than a rusted knife.
“Touch yourself, vexation,” I rasp out. “I want to see you fall apart for me.”
Her slim, delicate fingers take my place as she plays with herself, toying with her clit as I stroke my cock. I can already tell I’m not going to last long. It’s as hard as tempered steel, and already precum drips from my tip.
I swipe my finger along my thick head, grabbing a drop and forcing my finger between her lips. Her eyes roll back into her skull as she tastes me, sucking on my fingers with a fervor and intensity that bring a rumbled growl from my chest.
If I close my eyes, I can imagine it’s my cock her lips are wrapped so tightly around. Groaning again, I slide my finger in and out, invading her mouth, smearing my essence over her tongue. My fingers fly over my cock, working at it relentlessly as I reach my own release.
As I reach nearer to that peak, I pull my fingers away and bring my tip down to her entrance. My head doesn’t even fit inside. Only the very tip breaches the opening. God, but she’s so fucking tight.
“That’s my good girl,” I moan as her fingers fly over her clit. “I want to feel you come for me. Find your release. Be a good girl and come for me.”
At my words, she rams her fist against her lips, stifling that cry of release I barely hear vibrating in her throat. I can’t stand it any longer. I can’t hold out while her arousal drips around my tip.
I gather some in my hand and use it as lubricant as I continue to stroke myself. It doesn’t take long before my knot swells at my base. Holding it in a tight grip, I bite down on my lower lip to keep my own roar of release at bay as cum pours out of me and into her delicate pussy.
It fills her up until it escapes around the edges of my tip, dripping down onto the bed. We’ll have to figure out a way to clean it up later, but for now, all I know is the clenching of her delicate muscles as she comes again while I empty myself into her.
Fuck.
So close, yet so far.
Grabbing the soiled bit of blanket, I hold it beneath her as I pull out, catching my fluids. It will be easier for me to dispose of it than her. Cynthia lies there on the bed, her chest heaving as she breathes.
With near silent steps, I walk over to the basin and wet a rag before cleaning my cock, then taking a fresh one over to clean her up. I don’t have all the answers, and I refuse to pretend to. Though we may have these stolen moments, it won’t mean anything if we can’t somehow make it work.
Crawling next to her in bed, I hold her in my arms as she sobs against my chest. My heart threatens to break as I hold my treasure as close as I dare. There has to be an answer out there somewhere. I just have to find it. For both of us.