Chapter 24 #2
Instead of the table we sat at last time, he steers us to the far back—the shadowed stretch of the library where the lights don’t quite reach. It’s quieter here. Too quiet. A few gunners and loners are scattered across the long tables, heads bent over laptops, oblivious to the storm blowing in.
I’m about to slide into a chair when his hands hook my waist, dragging me down onto his lap.
His mouth brushes my ear. “Lift up.”
It’s not a request.
I clutch the wooden armrests and rise enough to feel him unzip. The heat that pulses between my thighs spikes when his palm presses low against my stomach, and he guides me back down—over him, around him—until my cunt swallows him whole.
A sharp gasp leaves the back of my throat, but my body’s already adapting to the thick stretch. I shift, and the head of his cock finds that sweet spot that makes my toes curl in my shoes.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, the words hot and lethal against my neck. “Sink down and take every. Single. Inch of me. Nice and slow.”
Squeezing my eyes closed, I try not to whimper. There’s no way I can act normal. But Aiden pulls out a piece of paper and a pencil anyway. Then flips to my algebra homework on his tablet.
“Begin,” he orders, pressing the pencil into my grip.
When I bend forward to write the first number, his hips tilt to spear me deeper. Pleasure surges through me until my voice stutters. “I can’t—”
“You can,” he cuts in, hand sliding under my dress to toy with the thin scrap of lace he made me wear. “And you will.”
If anyone looked under the table, they’d see everything—my thighs spread, dress rucked up, his dick buried inside me to the hilt.
The thought makes my cheeks flush hot. And my pussy wetter.
His lips drag up my shoulder. “My filthy little slut needs a big cock inside her to study, doesn’t she?”
“I think it’s the opposite,” I say through clenched teeth.
He hums against my shoulder, then laces his forearm around my waist. With hurried movements, he plunges inside me rapidly. The squishy sounds of us and the squeaking chair only cause one other student to glance up, but they don’t know what’s going on.
“Aiden…” I whisper, feeling myself getting hotter. His fingers trail up higher until they find my clit, then rhythmically pulse against it where I need it most.
My back arches as I sway on his thickness, and he grunts. “That’s it. I’m going to fill you up right here in front of this entire room. My nasty whore.”
I grab his taut arm and use it to help me rise toward detonation. My mind blazes with arousal, thoughts blur into nothing except ecstasy. As I almost peak, Aiden’s vacant hand slips up and pulls the top of my dress down until my tits are out and exposed.
“Show them,” he growls against my ear. “Show them what a slut you are for me. Half-naked, fucking my big dick, taking it like the little whore you are.” His palm moves to slap my outer thigh. “Yell my name out loud. I want them all to hear it.”
I can’t hold back anymore. There’s no stopping the train of bliss as it rides through my body at full speed, filling me in ways I never knew I needed.
Breasts on show for everyone to see. Hips writhing against him.
Taking his cock deep inside me and hoping he does explode in me with everything he has.
I’m a whore. I’m a complete slut for him. I know it. I accept it.
I want it.
“Aiden!” I scream. Students snap their heads toward me until I gather my senses enough to shift my dress back into place.
But Aiden’s hug on me doesn’t let up. I feel the surging throb of him filling me with his cum.
“Fuck,” he grunts against my back. “Your needy cunt is soaking up everything I have.”
Even as we settle down, the crowd turning away slowly, Aiden doesn’t allow me to move. No. Instead, I have to ride the waves of his pulses still buried inside me.
“Now. Get to your homework and do it right,” he says, tapping on the paper in front of me.
“While you’re still…like this?”
“Yes,” he says simply, mouth brushing my ear in something that’s almost a kiss. “And when I’m ready, we’ll go again. Harder this time.”
The Omega meeting wraps late on Monday evening, shifted one day because of the holiday weekend. My entire body aches from the drugs. From taking Aiden all afternoon. My brain fried from studying.
As sisters trickle out of the room in clusters of perfume and prejudice, the chandelier in the foyer humming above with dimmed yellow light.
I’m halfway to the front door when Olivia’s voice cuts through the chatter.
“Ashlyn. Would you stay a minute?”
The others scatter faster. No one ignores an order from the queen of the house.
Her office on the first floor glows gold and pink, a decadent little den with crystal decanters, neat piles of files in mauve envelopes, and the faint scent of dried roses and control. She gestures to one of the striped satin Louis XV chairs in the middle of the room. “Sit.”
I do. She doesn’t. Instead, she leans a generous hip on the front edge of the white French Country desk.
“I have a favor to ask…and it’s unusual. But I think you’re the right woman for the job,” Olivia asks, folding her arms.
Now I’m intrigued. No one has ever singled me out to do something important, and the look on her face says this may be.
I tilt my head. “What is it?”
“Well…” She walks behind her chair but still doesn’t sit, eyes tired under the lamplight. “Tomorrow night, I was hoping you could visit Valen Von Dovish’s house in Gnarled Pine Hollow.” After clearing her throat, she finally looks at me. “And stay the entire night.”
“Stay?” I echo.
“Sleep over, drink, talk, I don’t care what you do. What matters is that if anyone asks where you were Tuesday night, you’ll say you were with Valen and me. The entire night. From the moment the sun went down until it came back up. Can you do that?”
A present of possibility lights under my ribs. I smile carefully. “So you need an alibi.”
This power doesn’t come often. And I relish the sweet taste of it.
Olivia doesn’t answer directly.
“I would be willing if…” My voice trails off as I pick at the seam of my jeans. The ones Aiden let me wear tonight, since I was supposed to come right back to his room.
“If what?”
“I need something in return.” Or a few things, by the desperate look on her face. Hmm, what can I squeeze out of her…
She smiles gently. “Of course you do. What is it?”
“First, I’d like an invitation to your grandfather’s holiday party.”
Her head tilts. “Of course! That’s no problem! I’d be happy to—”
“And one more thing.”
My pulse races. I’m about to get everything I’ve wanted. A weapon to use at the right time. When I tell her what it is I need, she’s nervous, but agreeable. The alibi has to be worth a lot. And I? Well…
I just became the owner of a priceless prize.
And, for once, I’ve outplayed Aiden Cardell.