Chapter 29 – Declan
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Declan
Being crammed into what amounts to a hospital bed isn’t as miserable as it would be if I were sharing the space with anyone but Cove. She’s snuggly and a lot happier since she was able to wash her face, put on deodorant, and brush her teeth.
Not that I can blame her.
I’m happy because she’s happy.
I’m also jealous as fuck that I haven’t had the chance to sink my teeth in yet, but I am enjoying spending quality time with Cove.
I brought a deck of cards that I found in my suitcase at the hotel, and we play rummy until it gets dark outside.
“I haven’t played cards in years,” Cove grumbles, shoving her remaining cards on the pile after I win for the seventh time in a row. “That’s the only reason for your streak of luck. I need more practice, and I will slaughter you.”
I chuckle, shaking my head as I gather the cards. “Keep dreaming, princess. Pops never took it easy on me when I was a kid, and in the military, I played more hands of cards than days you’ve been alive.”
Her eyes sparkle, and her lips turn up at the edges. “That’s right. I forget you’re an old man.”
Goddamn.
She is stunning when she’s happy.
We fall asleep crammed together on the tiny hospital bed. The next thing I know, I’m waking up with a hard cock as the naughty dream that was playing out disappears.
The clinic keeps it surprisingly cool considering it’s winter in Chicago, but for the first time, I’m warm.
My hand tightens on Cove’s waist, and it clicks. I’ve been grinding against her ass in my sleep. Her pheromones are thick in the air, and her ass perfectly frames my length.
I freeze, unsure what to do with myself. This isn’t exactly the place to slide inside her. The nurses come in every couple hours to check her vitals. Then again, this is an omega clinic. I’m sure they’ve seen some shit.
Damn.
I’m normally more respectful than my dick is making me out to be.
Cove wiggles back, working her ass over my shaft.
I’m on my side, and I push up using my elbow, resting my head on my palm. Tugging the hand off her waist, I gently pull the hair back from her face.
She looks peaceful, like she’s still asleep, but she stops breathing.
I smile, dancing my fingers down her neck.
“Oh, princess. You’re a terrible faker. You don’t stop breathing when you’re asleep.
” Well, I suppose certain people do if they have sleep apnea, but that’s not what’s happening here.
Scooting down, I get close to her ear. “Dirty. Little. Faker. I know you’re awake. ”
Cove stays on her side but twists her top half back toward me. Her bright blue eyes shimmer in the dim light as she stares at me over her shoulder. Her teeth dig into her lower lip, and she purposely clenches her ass cheeks.
My cock strains against the material of the sweats I changed into when we went to sleep.
“I am awake. What do you plan to do about it?” She whispers the question and brings her hand to cup my jaw. “I’ve missed you, Declan.”
I spent most of the night with her last night and hours this evening before we fell asleep, but something tells me that’s not what she means.
I growl, pushing my lips to hers to muffle the sound.
Fuck.
They’re probably going to kick us out of here, but it might be worth it.
My fingers wrap around her chin, tilting her face farther back toward me. It’s a complicated angle, but I lean over her torso, and it makes it easy to devour her mouth.
Her orange creamy scent is already so potent in the air that it feels like it’s purposely antagonizing my instincts. When she begins perfuming, I’m in real trouble.
Cove grinds her ass against my shaft, kissing me like she wants to send me into rut. The concern and fear I felt last night probably aren’t helping anything. All I could focus on was that if we had a bond, I would have been able to feel that she was okay.
Being able to touch her and see with my own two eyes that she’s fine should help settle my instincts, but her scent is doing the opposite.
The naughty omega snakes a hand back between us, gripping my shaft and jerking me off, despite the material separating us.
My teeth rake over her bottom lip, and she whimpers.
I lick away blood, my brow furrowing.
Goddammit.
I forgot about Ravvi’s claiming bite. It’s still healing. Swiping my tongue over the wound, I pray my saliva does the job to seal it once more.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I forgot—”
“It’s okay. You can make it up to me.” She releases my cock, grabs my hand, and guides it to her pussy. “I ache for you, Declan.” She lifts her top leg, pulling it up to give me easier access.
“Do you really think this is the place?” I quirk an eyebrow, applying pressure to her panties to search for her clit. She sucks in a sharp breath and shoves her hips forward to meet my hand. Found it. “Then again, who am I to disappoint the princess? Roll away from me like you started.”
Cove turns until she’s fully on her side once more. It allows me to frame her back, and I keep my mouth close to her ear. The position is only possible because she has a long torso. Sure, I’m a lot taller than she is, but part of that is I have long legs.
She groans and grabs my hand to direct my fingers under her panties.
“Damn, you are a bossy little thing.” I chuckle, scraping my teeth down her throat. I find her clit, circling it with my middle finger as my pointer and ring fingers squeeze her labia. “Don’t worry, princess. I like that you’re not afraid to ask for what you want. It turns me the fuck on.”
Cove moans, and I contemplate how I’m going to keep her quiet enough to make this happen.
I’ve already accepted that my dick is going to suffer until they release us from the emergency department, but I’m confident that I can make her come a time or two. Hopefully that will settle her system enough that she can fall back to sleep.
I lick and suck on her neck, teasing down to her opening while brushing my palm against her swollen nub. She’s slick, which I could scent from the air, but feeling it sends a pulse to my knot. My cock jumps against her ass, and she grinds back into me.
It could be the position with her legs right on top of one another, but she’s so snug it takes my breath away.
I stretch my fingers and continue to brush her clit. Even her skin tastes like orange cream, and my teeth ache with the urge to bite her.
She wiggles, fucking herself deeper on my fingers, and I smile against her throat. I wasn’t joking when I told her how much it turns me on to watch her chase her pleasure.
It doesn’t take long before her legs start to shake, jerking around the bed as her thighs clamp my hand in place.
“You gotta stay quiet,” I murmur close to her ear. “If you start moaning and whining, someone will come in to check on you.”
She nods, bending forward as her body trembles. My hand gets so much slicker, and her pussy ripples, like it’s searching for a knot that isn’t there. She manages to muffle her sounds, though.
Before she’s even done spasming, she reaches an arm back, shoving at the band of my sweats.
“Please?” she whispers, nodding. “I need you inside me. We can be so quiet. So sneaky. No one will know. I need the pressure. How about just the tip?”
I learn two things about myself.
One, I’m a dirty bastard. The idea of fucking her here where we’re absolutely not supposed to be fucking makes my tip weep.
The second thing is, I suck at denying her anything.
Pulling my hand from her pussy, I work on getting my sweats down enough that I’ll be able to slip inside her. She refocuses on her panties, pushing herself up so she can get them off.
Cove is the only woman I’ve seen who is fond of thongs. Honestly, I don’t know how they can be comfortable, but they are sexy, and I’m not about to ask. I probably could have worked around the material. This will make it easier, though.
“Just the tip, huh?” I jerk my sticky crown against her ass, and Cove pushes her hips back while lifting her top leg a bit.
“Yeah,” she whispers breathlessly.
I glide my shaft between her thighs, brushing her drenched pussy, and she wiggles even more, perfecting the angle.
“Remember, princess. Not a peep,” I say close to her ear. My crown bumps through her lower lips, pushing against her opening. There’s no resistance, likely because she’s soaked.
I dip inside her hole and pull my hips back. She’s warm and snug, and I want to bury myself to the hilt, but I also want to tease her a little. The slower the buildup, the more monumental the explosion.
“Okay, that feels so good.”
“Yeah, you do.” My fingers dig into her waist, and I work out and back in.
Every time I thrust, it feels like her pussy wants to suck me in even deeper.
It’s hot and maddening at the same time.
Still, I don’t falter, giving her only what she asked for.
“That’s it, dirty girl. Stretch for me, and I’ll give you a little more. If you think you can take it?”
She nods frantically. “I can. Please?”
I’m so hard that it’s almost painful. My knot throbs, desperate to be buried inside her. That can’t happen because of where we are.
Cove’s pheromones are everywhere, and each inhale has the fog slipping in a little thicker.
Who says I can’t knot her?
We’re in the damn emergency department of an omega clinic.
Fuck.
I knew that two minutes ago.
That’s a bad sign.
“Declan, you’re killing me,” she whispers, slamming her hips back.
“What do you mean?” I chuckle, doing my best to keep my voice low as I pull out of her completely. “I’m giving you what you asked for.”
“Yes, well, now I’m asking for all of you,” she says, sounding almost prim. Her hand slides down her pelvis, and she teases her clit.
“I’ll see what I can do.” I smirk, leaning over her back to study her face. Her teeth dig into her lower lip, and her eyes are hooded.
I keep my strokes measured, but I do give her more than just the tip. The first few inches of her pussy ripples like she’s searching for a knot.
Shit.
My balls are tight.
I’m itching to really pound into her, but I’m supposed to be keeping us quiet for some reason. My face falls to the crook of her neck, and I lick and suck up to her ear before heading back down again.
I can’t feel her fingers move, but her forearm flexes, and I’m guessing she picks up the pace on her swollen nub. I nip at her ear and give her more of my cock on every rhythmic thrust.
She slams her ass back as I work into her, showing how desperate she is for more.
I finally pick up my strokes, trying to focus on anything but my building pleasure. There’s no way I can come before she does. I’m teetering dangerously close to the edge, though.
“Bite me, Dec,” Cove chokes out. Her shoulders tremble, and her pussy spasms.
Ahh, shit.
Her orgasm washes through her system, and she strangles my dick. My warm breath fans over her throat as I buck deeper, trying to extend her pleasure. The increase in speed sends me over the edge.
My shaft swells, and Cove whimpers, obviously trying to muffle the sounds she makes as she comes. I buck into her a few more times, and euphoria washes through my system.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I go from sucking on her throat to burying my teeth in her neck under her ear. My length jolts inside her, and she grinds back to meet me, working out every drop of my cum.
The bond snaps into place while I’m still trembling from my orgasm, and the first thing I sense is Cove’s contentment.
It takes my damn breath away to be able to feel her emotions so clearly.
Next come Ravvi and Damian, although they’re weaker.
It’s more of an understanding that they’re there, but I think they might be asleep.
I wouldn’t be shocked, considering how late it is.
I’m still frozen in place, experiencing the whole new world that opened up to me when it finally dawns on me that my teeth are still buried in Cove’s throat.
I retract my canines, licking over the bite to seal it.
My emotions are all over the place, but more than anything, I’m happy.
I get to spend the rest of my life getting to know Cove, learning everything she likes and doesn’t.
We get to grow old together.