CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - BIRDIE #2
Oh, God. He’s right. Some of the wetness between my thighs is my own arousal, my perfume rising between us in a steamy mist. I pant, leaning forward to clutch his arm.
He’s still holding the loofah, and he looks like he’s almost in a daze as he brushes it over my left breast in a slow circle.
“Take it off,” he murmurs, indicating my bra.
“I want you naked while I’m tending you. ”
Tending is another old-fashioned word, like favor. It’s what alphas do to their mates when they’re feeling needy, and I definitely fit into that category now.
As he steps closer, I unclasp my bra with shaking fingers but leave my panties.
His own arousal is on full display, and my breath hitches as he palms the head of his cock.
It’s long and thick, the head a startling red.
It almost looks like he’s in pain, but his focus is on the loofah in his hand.
He drags it across my nipple, watching as the bud grows tight beneath the smear of bubbles.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, giving my other nipple the same treatment. “Are they as sensitive as they look?”
I have to bite the edge of my tongue to hold in a groan. Some distant part of me is looking on in shock, wondering how I went from confessing my lies to having Axel lather my breasts. But I ignore it easily enough, especially when he dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
Sweet sensation shoots through me, making my eyes close and my head fall back.
Axel doesn’t toy with me, sucking hard enough to make me rise onto my toes.
He holds me there, biting and nibbling just enough that the pleasure doesn’t tip over into pain.
He frowns as he releases me, and I gasp as he runs the loofah over the swollen flesh.
I’ve barely recovered before his mouth latches onto my other nipple. “Axel…”
I don’t have any more words, and he ignores me anyway, sucking hard enough to make slick trickle down my thighs. When he finally lifts his head, his eyes have dilated to black pools. “You taste like vanilla, Omega.”
His voice is thick with hunger, and I can’t resist pressing my hips forward, the lace of my panties brushing his thigh. I itch to pull them down, to rub my bare pussy against that thick column of muscle…
What the hell?
I bite my lip again, this time to clear my head.
I’m pretty sure things are about to get out of hand, but I’m distracted as Axel backs me towards the wall.
He hums in the back of his throat, the hand on my breast spreading flat, so he can roll my peaked nipple against his palm.
I can feel every callous, and his gaze flicks between my face and the throbbing flesh as he pulls on my tortured nub.
God knows what he sees in my eyes, but his smirk grows as I lean into his touch. “What do you want, Omega?”
I don’t want to beg; that’s for damned sure.
But there’s something intoxicating about the arrogant twist to his mouth, his fingers skillfully plucking and rolling my nipples as I twitch helplessly in his grasp.
“I want your mouth on me again,” I admit, feeling my cheeks grow hotter than the steam around us. “I want you to mark me all over.”
Words that I thought were only for Hog, but it draws a satisfied growl from Axel.
“Brace your foot up there,” he says, nudging me towards the bench seat.
I lift my leg onto the damp wood and he squeezes my knee, his fingers trailing up my thigh.
When he reaches my panties, he tugs them down my hips, almost tearing the fragile fabric as he tosses them into a sodden pile.
“Peel yourself open, Omega. Show me how wet and swollen you are for me.”
I groan, his heated words skipping down my spine like electric sparks.
They must short-circuit part of my brain, because all I want to do is present for him, to entice him with my softest, sweetest parts.
Another wave of my perfume washes over us, and his grip tightens on my thigh until the skin turns white.
I gasp at the slight pinch of pain, but his impatience just makes me arch my back, my hips lifting as I offer myself to him.
“Good omega,” he purrs, running the pad of his thumb over my stretched seam. I whimper at the contact, and he wraps an arm around my waist, holding me steady. “So pink and wet,” he murmurs, tracing my opening with his fingers. “Does it feel as tight and hot as it looks?”
I suck in a shaky breath, my head spinning at his throaty growl.
All sign of the squared-away soldier is gone.
The man in front of me is pure alpha, his dominance leaking from every pore.
As he swirls his fingers over my seam, demanding entry, I’m helpless to resist. Because this is exactly what my body wants.
To be reduced to my most primal urges, until I’m limp and mindless in his hands.
I don’t even try to resist, grabbing his fingers and pushing them deep inside me.
There’s a sharp sting as they stretch my opening, but his thumb quickly finds my clit.
My hips jerk as he rubs the sensitive nub.
“Perfect, Omega,” he hums, running his nose along my throat.
His scent is so strong, I can almost feel it burning my skin.
“I can’t wait to lick you all up. See if you taste as good as you smell. ”
I blink, remembering how we started this conversation.
I came to do penance, not to get fucked in the pack alpha’s shower.
I consider pointing this out to him, but his tongue is rasping over the sensitive skin around my scent gland, and my caution evaporates in a wave of need. “I want you to taste me, Alpha.”
It’s the truth. I want him to hunger for me, to lick every inch of my skin and come back for a second round.
He groans and thrusts three fingers deep inside me.
I mewl at the stretch, my knees quivering as he rubs my walls.
It usually takes a while for the pleasure to build, but I can feel it already curling at the base of my spine.
My skin prickles with sensation and I moan helplessly as he pinches my clit. “I need to get inside you, Omega.”
Omega, not Birdie, but then he can hardly call me by a name I just disowned. Besides, my flesh is throbbing with the need to be filled.
“Yes! I want you to fill me up, Alpha.”
I don’t even know where the words are coming from, but they drag a hungry growl from his chest. He tugs his fingers free and lifts me, moving so fast my head spins.
I grip his arms as he settles me on his hips, his thighs planted wide to balance our weight.
“Legs around me, Omega.” I obey, and he gives a hum of approval.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Now, rub your wet pussy on my cock. ”
My spine goes loose, and as he presses me against the wall, the tile is cold against my back.
It clears my mind for a moment, but then I peer down between us.
He’s rocking his hips against me and my breath catching at the sight of his thick head framed by my folds.
It’s even more red and swollen, the shaft as hot as molten steel where it presses against my core.
I gulp, waiting for him to push inside, but he presses his mouth to my throat, nibbling at the sensitive gland.
“You’re so tight,” he groans against my skin.
“I want to bury my knot deep inside you.”
I moan in agreement, but a sudden gush of icy water hits us in the face.
Axel rears back, almost slipping on the tiles as he tries to maintain his balance.
I shriek, grabbing at his arms as he shields me from the spray with his body.
“What the fuck?” he roars, swiping the water from his eyes and spinning to confront his packmates. “Are you out of your fucking minds?”
“What the fuck are you doing?” Hog demands, his voice as ragged as a saw blade. His face is red, his hands clenched into fists as he glares back at his pack alpha. “Are you really trying to knot her in the fucking shower?”
Something jolts through Axel, hard enough to knock some sense into me. But he just grips me tighter and snarls, “What business is that of yours?”
Colt gapes at him, but Hog takes an ominous step forward. “Are you seriously asking me that? Because if you need a reminder, she’s my scent mate and your goddamn guest!”