Chapter 7 #2
My body is sore as I wake up the next morning, and I whimper as I stretch. Gareth tore through every idea I had about self defense, and then corrected it so I have the ability to survive if I’m ever in the position where I’ll need it.
Being a prisoner in this house, I know I will.
“Please stop making those cute little noises,” Gareth groans, pulling me across the bed to tuck me against his chest.
Freezing, my eyes pop open, because we’ve both given each other space all night to sleep.
“I want to cuddle,” he huffs out. “Relax so I don’t feel like I’m snuggling a wooden board.”
“I don’t know how to cuddle,” I confess.
I’ve been on guard most of my life, and I don’t even think I hugged my own kid enough while she was growing up. It’s been an experience watching her get used to being loved on and hugged. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can still fuck your kid up.
Other times, if you’re lucky, it’s not beyond repair.
“Good thing for you, I’m a great teacher,” Gareth says confidently.
“You’re also a loud one,” I smirk. “I can’t imagine what your brothers must think we were doing in here last night.”
“Yes you do,” he says, leaving no room between us as he wraps his arms around me. I’m plastered against his chest, and while I’m wearing pajamas that he bought me, he’s only in his boxers. There’s so much skin on display. “They definitely think we were fucking, pretty angel.”
“I’m not an angel,” I snort, giving in and wrapping my hands around his biceps. My body slowly melts into his body’s warmth before I focus on the first part of his sentence. “They don’t think that, do they?”
“Oh yeah,” Gareth purrs, his lips finding my neck to kiss it.
“You can’t kiss me there,” I say, trying to wiggle away.
His leg wraps around my waist to keep me solidly against him, and I whimper as his heavy cock presses against my ass.
“Why not?” he asks. “When was the last time you had sex?”
“I’m going to plead the fifth on that,” I sigh. I have never had consensual sex in my life. I was a virgin when Mallan and his pack kidnapped me, and sex hasn’t been a priority for me since.
“It’s gonna piss me off, huh?” he asks, holding me tighter.
I don’t know when we went from wanting to kill each other to this.
I really don’t. I would say this might be Stockholm Syndrome, but it hasn’t been long enough for that to kick in.
Gareth is like a psychotic puppy in a lot of ways.
I’m not sure which one of them is safer, him or the dog that is sleeping at the foot of the bed.
He wasn’t kidding when he said Balthy would be allowed to sleep with us. Yes, I’ve given the dog a nickname in my head because ‘Balthazar’ is a mouthful for me.
“Probably,” I mumble. “I’m trying to decide if I like cuddling with you or not before I burst the bubble.”
“There’s no bubble with me,” he says, propping his chin on my shoulder.
“Bad shit happens, and the men who did this are dead. You wouldn’t have gone back to work or even have left the institute if they weren’t.
Am I angry that you’ve been mistreated, and all pissed at my brothers?
Yes, I most definitely am. But I’ll still continue to hug you because I can’t keep my hands off you. ”
“Okay good. I haven’t had sex in a really long time,” I say, half answering his question.
“There’s more to that, huh?” he mutters, distracting himself by continuing to kiss any skin available to him. I’m in an off the shoulder top and pajama pants, which means there’s a lot of skin for him to kiss. “Regardless, sex doesn’t have to be scary or a power imbalance.”
“I’m an omega,” I laugh. “The entire world is an imbalance. Maddox attempted to alpha bark me into working for Aled with docked pay. I have an immunity to it now, and they were shocked when I walked out of the office, seemingly no worse for wear.”
“Except, there was tequila and a pity party,” Gareth muses, blowing his breath over my exposed skin. Goosebumps rise quickly over it, and I can feel my nipples tightening in desire.
Outside of being alpha barked to slick and come on demand, I’ve never felt true desire until recently.
“Just feel,” he whispers, forcing my head back so he can capture my lips. “Forget about the rest of the bullshit for a little while.”
Gareth’s hands move so that they’re diving under my shirt, and I moan into his mouth as he squeezes them hard.
“Fuck, they’re a perfect size,” he groans into my mouth. “I bet you could smother me with these.”
Giggling, my resolve to push him away melts as he kisses me. This doesn’t feel scary, and I just want to enjoy it before it ends.
Squeezing my thighs together as I moan, I feel slick push out of my cunt. I haven’t taken my meds since yesterday morning, and I frankly don’t want to control my body anymore.
“You smell so good,” Gareth whispers, his tongue flicking out to trace my lips. “I want to feel how wet you are. Can I?”
“You may be disappointed,” I say before I can stop myself. Bryce used to tell me that I was used up and dry when I was pregnant, despite slicking desperately because he demanded it.
“Never,” Gareth grunts, his fingers already flirting with the waistband of my pants.
My gaze flicks to the dog, and Gareth just chuckles.
“He’s asleep, baby. Balthazar isn’t going to pay any attention to us,” he soothes.
“Okay,” I breathe, whimpering as his hand pushes underneath my waistband. I’m actually wearing panties today, courtesy of Gareth.
It’s so odd that he ordered clothing and essentials for me. No one has really cared enough, outside of my daughter.
“Your skin is so fucking soft,” Gareth says. “Want to know a secret?”
His long fingers press against the scrap of cotton lining covering my pussy lips, making my hips rock forward violently. Gareth’s leg is still locking my lower body in place, which means there’s not far that I can go.
“What?” I ask, feeling his knuckles rub over me, and whining when he nudges my clit.
“I’ve never been with a woman,” he breathes as I gaze into his caramel eyes. My back is bowed, my head pressing against his bare chest as I give him access to my body.
Gareth pushes aside my panties before sliding over my hot, needy pussy. I’m so wet that I can hear my arousal as he finds my clit.
“Why are there so many jokes about finding this when it’s right there?” he teases, smirking as he rubs my clit with slow, steady circles.
“Gareth,” I whine. My brain is melting, but I finally manage to get it to work. “Never?”
“Nope,” he says. “I’ve been with Aled for a long time. You and I…we could be each other’s firsts, Angel.”
Even without saying it, he manages to understand what I refused to say. I’ve left plenty of breadcrumbs for him to follow, I suppose.
Pushing his fingers inside my slick cunt, his eyes nearly cross as I clamp down on them.
“Fuck, it’ll feel even better when you’re full of my cock, won’t it?” he asks in awe.
The words make me claw at his arms as he pumps his fingers inside of me and rolls his thumb over my clit.
“Do me the honor of falling apart for me,” he rasps, kissing me. “I’m right here, I won’t let you fall, Baby Girl.”
“You can’t say that shit to me,” I gasp.
“I’ll say whatever the fuck I want to say. Don’t tell me what to do,” he says mildly, crooking his fingers on instinct. “Tell me you want my dick. Even if I refuse to give it to you, I want to hear it.”
“Cock tease,” I sob, squealing as he pushes my shorts down my legs with his foot. My panties are torn clean off, and he never stops finger fucking me.
“Feel my cock,” he growls, getting rid of his own underwear until I can feel his shaft against my ass. “If you want it, it’s yours. Life is too goddamned short, and I don’t believe in waiting for the things you want.”
The words are on the tip of my lips, but I’m hurtling toward my orgasm at a frightening rate. I haven’t taken care of myself ever, disgusted with my body. It almost felt like it betrayed me by pulling terrible alphas into my life.
“Focus on me,” Gareth insists, biting my shoulder hard enough to make me pay attention.
“You don’t have to worry about us accidentally bonding, Olivia.
I want your words, your sobbed breaths, and your heart.
If you’re not careful, I’ll happily take the last one without your permission. Come for me.”
My eyes roll back as if on command, and I soundlessly scream as I come around his fingers.
“Fuck, I wish you were milking my cock,” he mutters, continuing to draw out my orgasm.
Pulling out his fingers, he sucks on them, his groan pornographic as his cock slides through the arousal coating my thighs. Fuck, I wish that he’d just slide inside of me so badly.
Moving his leg so it’s no longer on top of me, he hooks my leg over his arm, holding me open.
“One move, and my cock is yours,” he says, licking up my throat.
“Aren’t I overdressed?” I tease him, my chest heaving.
It’s as if I enjoy poking the beta because he rips my shirt over my head and then his cock is right at my entrance.
“Now what does that smart mouth have to say?” he asks.
“Be my first,” I say, meaning it.
Kissing me, he fills me with his cock. There’s something cold and bumpy on his cock, making me whimper as he fills me.
“Oh those?” he teases me. “Just some pretty hardware to make you scream for me, Angel. It’s never been used on someone since Aled always tops me. A virgin in all ways, just for you, Olivia.”
“It feels good,” I confess.
“It does, but I need more,” he mutters, moving lightning fast so that he’s underneath me. Lifting my hips now that I’m sitting on top of him, he impales me on his cock, watching my face as I gasp. “Too much?”
“No,” I whimper. “Very full. What do I do?”
I’ve never been in this position before, and I feel very exposed.
“Whatever feels good,” he shrugs.
Grinning because he’s so nonchalant and open about not having to have the answers, I begin to rock my hips and ride him. Every movement feels different, and Gareth sits up to suck on my nipples.