Chapter 18 #2
I may not have a beast in my chest, but I feel every bit as feral. My body responds like a wild animal, needing her close, needing her in my arms. I toss my phone aside and do the one thing I’ve been wanting to do since the last time she and I were alone. I lean forward and close my lips over hers.
The first time we kissed, Josie initiated.
It was eager and spirited and surprising.
This time, it’s barbaric and needy as we push into each other like we can’t get close enough.
She meets my intensity with just as much force, a choked moan escaping when we pause to change the angle.
The sound travels through me, my cock hardening from the soft desperation I can hear in it.
She explores, her tongue moving over the piercing in mine, and I groan. She enjoys it, it seems, because she keeps messing with it, intrigued by its presence. I move us gently, lying her down as our kiss deepens and turns into something sweeter, something more intimate.
As we move, I brush my hands over her skin. It pebbles under my fingertips and the reaction leaves me in bits. To think that I have this kind of effect on her is unreal, and it makes me slightly impatient to get as many responses from her body that I possibly can.
She lets me tug off her leggings, and then her shirt.
She is braless underneath, and I let out a groan as I reach down to give her nipples the attention they deserve.
She gasps at the first lick, my tongue circling before I give it a soft suck.
Her back arches, pretty whimpers escape, and then I’m moving on to the next one, enjoying the way it hardens under my tongue with every swipe.
My fingers dance over her panties and I hook my index into the side lazily.
“Can I take these off?” I ask, and despite her red cheeks, her eyes are full-blown saucers, urging me to go on as she nods rapidly.
I tug everything off, ridding her of the last material and baring her to me. My breath hitches.
I push her legs wider and sit back on my knees, the apex of her thighs capturing my rapt attention. She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I have the urge to throw out all of my spicy polaroids because none of them can compare to the beauty in front of me.
A whimpered noise escapes her mouth as she tries to close her thighs, her skin turning red under my touch.
“Are you feeling vulnerable, my little flower?” I ask, placing kisses on her inner thigh, my mouth traveling upward before I stop to look at her with a teasing grin.
“I… I don’t think I’ve ever been looked at so intensely before,” she admits.
“That’s understandable, because I am your scent match.” I nip her skin gently and she gasps. “Our connection isn’t going to feel surface-level or casual. This is meant to be intense, fucking otherworldly. You make my heart stomp out of my chest every time you’re in a room.”
“Jamie,” Josie groans, letting her legs fall open at my words. I try to hide my satisfied smile, but it’s a lost mission as her pussy comes back into view, glistening and pink and tempting in every possible way.
She’s soaking wet as I slide my fingers over her. She inhales sharply, sensitive from my touch, and that makes my hard dick twitch in my jeans. I bring my fingers back to my mouth without thought, needing to taste her immediately.
The second the luscious slick touches my tongue, I am a madman. If I were an alpha, I would be in rut. Her arousal is the sweetest delicacy I have ever had the pleasure of indulging in, and I can’t wait another moment to drink my fill.
“Let me worship you,” I whisper, and she gasps at how close I am to her core. “Let me show you just how intense you make me feel.”
“Oh my god, please.”
I lick up the center of her, one line of absolute bliss before I circle her with my tongue and cause little breaths to fall from her lips.
It’s music to my ears as I devour her, letting instinct take over so I can nip and suck at every nerve ending that I possibly can.
She mewls when I do a specific motion around her clit, my piercing nudging her with every swipe, so I keep it steady, loving the crescendo of her voice as the pleasure heightens.
I am about to add my fingers into the equation when a burst of heady champagne soaks me, her clit pulsing under my tongue.
I unbutton my jeans as the pressure becomes too much, her orgasm nearly sending me over the edge.
I keep my movements going, trying to heighten her ecstasy, but I have to get my hand around my cock.
I fucking need it, am fucking feral for it.
When I reach into my waistband and finally grip myself, relief soars through me.
Josie is officially coming down from her high. I kiss her mound and move to lick the excess slick that has poured from her, drinking in the sounds that the motion pulls from her sweet mouth. She grips my hair, her head thrown back, and then she squeals as the feeling becomes too much.
“Jamie, fuck,” she laughs, her body relaxing. “Come here.”
I let go of myself and crawl up her body, desperate for her lips. When we’re face-to-face once more, I kiss her deeply, letting every bit of emotion seep into the place where we’re merged. She moans, wraps her arms around my neck, and reciprocates the passion.
We part to take a breath, and I trail my lips down her jaw to her neck, kissing and nipping along the way. She whines, her omega tilting her neck to me, and my heart bursts inside my chest.
“Beautiful Omega,” I murmur, letting my tongue circle the place on her neck that I’d love to mark first. Someday, if I’m lucky, she’ll let me, and then we’ll be able to get creative with every new mark every time it fades.
Some might get disheartened by the lack of permanent bonds between betas and other designations, but I have no problem with it.
It just means there’s another opportunity to connect, to feel the energy of your loved one soaring into you once again.
I have already had to re-bond with both of my mates once each, and they were just as meaningful as the first time.
And I can’t wait to have that with my gorgeous omega.
“Beta,” she cries, her legs going around me. Her hips start to move, her pussy sliding over me with every gyrating motion. “Please. I need you.”
The sound I make gets swallowed by her as she meets my lips once more. I have to sit up to remove my clothes, cursing myself for not having done it sooner, but when I turn back, she is looking at me with lust, her eyes trailing over me before they stop on my hip, noticing my new tattoo.
I crawl back on top of her before she can ask any questions. I kiss her, and this time it’s gentle. The softness of it leaves shivers running down my spine. She groans when my cock brushes against her entrance.
I rest my forehead on hers and sigh. “I have to get a condom.”
“Do you want to use one?” she asks, her eyelashes fluttering.
I arch an excited brow. “Do you?”
“I have an IUD. And I want to feel you.”
Dead. I’m dead. She has killed me and then revived me with that one simple sentence.
“Oh fuck,” is all I can get out before I’m answering her call, shifting my hips and angling myself to take her.
I slide into her in one fell swoop, her slick walls pulling me in. A breathy sound escapes and her nails dig into my shoulders, the bite of pain needed to keep me grounded. The pleasure is so great, so elevated, that I almost black out from the immense power of it.
I pause when our hips meet, being cautious. I’m not nearly as big as my pack members, but I still want to go at her pace. But then she wraps her legs around me.
“Jamie,” she moans. “Move…”
Fuck. That’s all I needed to hear, apparently, because I’m already moving, dragging my cock out to thrust back in.
For half a second, I wonder if her friends will wake up and hear us, but then she pulses around me and the thought is lost. I rest my forehead on hers and breathe in all of her husky moans as I set the pace, completely at her mercy as she squeezes me perfectly.
“Oh my god.”
“Fuck, I know,” I grit out. “God, this pussy was made for me.”
I brush my thumb along her lip, then push it past the barrier with a gruntled sound. She bites it, then sucks it into her mouth with a wicked gleam in her eyes. My hips falter, and I groan.
She’s going to be the death of me, I swear.
Our scents entangle together, the beautiful intoxication of it sending warmth all the way to my toes. She moans in my ear, the sound an echo of bliss that makes me grit my teeth as I cling to my self-control.
“Turn us around,” she commands, her words raspy. I look at her, confused, but then she’s moving. She pushes me onto my back and then climbs on my lap, holding my cock so she can sink back onto it. I throw my head back, the feeling of her taking over going straight to my balls.
“Fucking fuck,” I grit out, my hands going to grip her hips. “You’re trying to kill me.”