Chapter 8 #2
“Cute,” he says. “My name is Lore Monroe. Storm’s name is his road name. He doesn’t really go by anything else, and he’s definitely as dramatic as Madonna, so I guess it works.”
I can’t help but smile at his words. He’s intelligent, handsome, and not at all what I thought he’d be like. I’m sure he’ll show his asshole stripes soon, and I’ll be able to hate him again.
“Can we take you to breakfast?” Lore asks.
My bag has my lunch box that actually had my dinner from last night, and odds and ends that I like having on shift. It’s amazing how dry your lips get when you’re running around talking to patients all day. I also have hand lotion because the same can be said for the gloves I use.
“Yes, but just breakfast,” I say. “I’m going right to bed after.”
“How are you able to keep up this pace?” he asks in wonder, taking my bag and putting it away. “You’re riding with me.”
He pulls out a helmet that looks like it’ll fit me and I raise my brow.
“Call it wishful thinking that you’ll let me drive you around,” he says with a wince.
“I think you’re a little delusional,” I say, taking the helmet from him as he grins.
“I hear it’s one of the signs of a great leader,” Lore says. “How do you feel about pancakes?”
“I’d say that I like them more than I like you,” I reply, putting the helmet over my head.
Lore helps me keep my balance as I slide in behind him, and I can feel his body rumbling as he laughs. I’d never know it if I wasn’t so close to him.
“I think you’re the perfect omega for our pack. I deal with these brats every day,” he says, putting on his own helmet.
The visor is still up on Storm’s helmet as he winks at me.
“We know your secrets, even if you’re not comfortable looking at them,” he says. “I bet you make a million decisions on a daily basis, right? They’re life or death, and in the last few weeks, you’ve upended your own life.”
“Yeah, and?” I ask, glad he can’t see my features. The helmet also muffles my voice, but he can still hear me just fine based on his mischievous gaze.
“Sometimes, it’s nice to not have any decisions to make,” Lore says over his shoulder in reply.
“I tell you what to do and when, but only in the bedroom. If I tell you to lick someone’s boot, bounce on a dildo against a headboard to get your asshole ready to take our cocks, then you do it without question. ”
“All while we call you our greedy little whore,” Wilder adds, his nostrils flaring as I perfume with a shiver.
“I don’t think so,” I rasp, my mouth feeling dry.
“We’ll see,” Storm says, closing the visor of his helmet and turning on his bike.
“Hold on, Marie,” Lore rumbles. His hands grab my thighs and pull me tighter against his back until I’m plastered against him. His warm hands squeeze mine before he wraps my arms firmly around him. “Is it so hard to be a good girl?”
Fuck. I have to swallow my whine down while lying to myself. I do not like being called…whatever he just did. Nope, not even a little bit.
The rumble of the beast of a bike thrums through my pants and against my clit, making me bite my lip as I squeeze my thighs around Lore. I’m sure he’s as smug as a pig in shit about this, but I can’t hold back my reaction.
When I was with Storm, I was too mad and anxious to really focus on anything but getting to work. I don’t have anything to distract me now, and I am perfuming like crazy. Slick is beginning to destroy my panties too.
I spent my entire shift trying to forget about these three alphas, and fate is shitting all over that.
The ride is both too short and too long once they pull into a restaurant that is open early for breakfast. Inhaling deeply, I swear I can smell the pancakes already, but there’s an undertone of leather and raspberries. It’s such an odd combination.
Lore is full of commands, deep grumbles, and action. I witnessed that first hand on the side of the highway, but I also noticed the way that he kept me from getting a cum shower from his men. That’s not to say that I’m going to accept that as a favor, because I doubt it was.
I just don’t understand what his deal is.
As soon as we’re sitting at the table, I gaze at them and ask exactly that. “Why won’t you just let me go? I don’t get it. I don’t fit into your lives.”
“You don’t have to fit anywhere because you’re fucking perfect,” Lore says almost absently. His eyes are on the menu, but his lips are hiding a smile. Ugh.
“You know—”
“Yes, I do know what you mean,” he interrupts me. “How wet are your panties, baby?”
The waitress keeps me from snapping at him, and I find that I’m starving. I order pancakes, eggs, sausage and toast before also adding a cup of coffee. I’m going to need caffeine for this conversation or I’ll fall asleep against Storm’s shoulder.
Groaning, I drop my head exactly where I just threatened to. His scent of nutmeg and lavender do their best to relax me, and it’s difficult not to just melt into him.
“These night shifts are brutal,” he mutters, his bare fingers running through my hair. “Even the doctor thinks you’re killing yourself.”
“It’s short term,” I mutter, suddenly feeling self conscious. “Excuse me.”
I almost rip my own hair out where it's tangled in Storm’s fingers but I need to move.
I blame my exhaustion on the warmth behind my eyes as I rush to the restroom to hide.
There’s no one inside as I slam my back against the wall and close my eyes.
My breaths get faster and faster, and I whine as I cover my face.
These anxiety attacks have been happening more rather than tapering off.
The bathroom door slams open and I shriek, dropping my hands as I watch Lore stalk inside and lock the door behind him.
“Why are you following me?” I ask, my voice cracking sharply.
“Because you’re stubborn,” he growls, crowding into my space. His hands cup my face as he drags his fingers through my tears, his blue eyes full of worry. “What does burning yourself out accomplish? We’re your mates, you should let us help you.”
“Ha. You have a great track record there. Why would I not trust you?” I snort. “No, I must be fucking crazy!”
“Shh, I didn’t mean it like that,” he mutters. “Don’t twist my words into something else, Princess.”
“Why do you call me that?” I sniff. Tears fall faster than the next, and Lore sighs.
“You have all this gorgeous hair, you remind me of one of those Disney princesses. Except, you don’t dress or act like one, so I guess it makes me want to spoil you like one,” he finally says.
My lips part in surprise, and Lore takes advantage of it by kissing me. His lips are soft and firm, and I find myself lifting onto my toes for more. Groaning, he deepens the kiss until his tongue is swiping across mine as he swallows my moans.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he rasps, his hand sliding under my long sleeved top to squeeze my breast. “I’m going to ask you again, and I will be very unhappy if you lie to me. How soaked are your panties after riding on the back of my bike?”
For a split second, I consider lying, but he pinches my nipple in warning. Whimpering, I writhe against the wall as I gasp, “They’re fucking destroyed. I think it’s just your bike. Anyone would get wet on the back of it.”
“Princess, that’s a partial lie,” he murmurs. “You’re the only one who’s ever been on the back of my bike.”
“What?” I breathe, whining as he shoves up my shirt and bra to begin sucking on my breasts.
“I need you to get on my level, Princess,” he says. “Fuck, I need to clean up your pussy. I don’t want anyone else to smell what’s mine.”
My eyes widen as I lick my lips tentatively. “What if I don’t believe I’m yours?”
“You will eventually,” he says, his hands moving to the button of my pants. “The only tears you should have are when you come around my cock or you’re choking on it. If there’s any other reason, that’s a conversation I want you to trust me with.”
“Maybe eventually,” I breathe.
“I’m going to fuck you in this bathroom,” Lore says, waiting for me to deny him.
Would he really stop if I told him no? I think he might.
“I’m waiting for it,” I snark, biting my lip as he unsnaps my pants and yanks them down until one of my legs is free.
Dropping to his knees, he groans as he presses his nose against my panties.
“I just worked a long shift,” I say, feeling a bit self conscious. “Are you sure…”
“I don’t fucking care if you went for a run and asked to sit on my face after,” he mutters pulling the scrap of cotton to the side and hitching my leg over his shoulder. “Now let me see those pretty tits, Princess.”
Holy fuck. Pushing my shirt up, I tuck it into my bra straps so I won’t have to hold it.
“Now I get to spoil you. Good fucking girl,” he rumbles, pressing his lips against me.
My breath hitches as he pushes my pussy lips apart so that he can see me properly, and then he licks everywhere…except where I want. I’m sobbing with need, my fingers pulling at his blonde hair. It’s cut short on the sides with just enough for me to yank on in this position.
Just as I’m about to hit him to get the man to give me what I want, his lips move to my clit. Sucking hard, he watches as I come apart, his fingers pushing into my cunt as if he knows that I need something to clench around when I find my release.
“Ahh, God,” I cry out, my body shuddering. I physically ache from getting edged.
“You know my name, Princess. Use it,” he says, his arms around my waist to keep me from collapsing on the dirty ground.
“Make a bigger impression,” I say breathlessly. Something about me really enjoys testing him. I’m not sure why.
“You’re pushing me, aren’t you?” he asks, freeing his cock from his leather pants with one hand. “I’ll give you a bigger impression, baby. Come here.”
His hands move to my ass and lift as if I weigh nothing, and his lips twist smugly as he sees the surprise in my eyes.