My shirt joined the rest of my clothes in the pile and I stepped back up to him, stroking one finger over the button to his slacks. “May I?”
“You really don’t need to do this,” Chuck insisted but his voice was shaky, the air thickening with the scent of his pheromones.
“Oh, I disagree, Alpha,” I disputed cheekily, hiding my smile when his breathing sped up at the use of the honorific. “I definitely need this.” Abandoning his button, I caught one of his hands and brought it around to press against my pucker. We both groaned when it slipped easily inside.
I met his eyes again, staring into them as I fucked myself with his finger. “Can’t you tell how much I need this? How much I want it?”
Growling deep in his throat, Chuck began tearing at his clothes with his free hand and I helped as much as I could without dislodging him. When he was naked except for the shirt hanging by the sleeve around his wrist, I forced myself to pull his hand free so he could drop the shirt, fighting the urge to whine when I was left empty.
“Get on the bed,” Chuck ordered, his eyes so deep that I was drowning in want. I backed up, not wanting to break our eye contact and then gave up on holding back my whimper when he brought his hand up to suck my slick off his finger.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, and deciding that speed was much, much more important than eye contact, I scrambled toward the bed.
Chuck caught me at the edge, bending me over so my face was planted in the mattress as first two and then three fingers probed my entrance to ensure I was ready for him. When his thick cock head pressed against my opening, I fought to keep from tensing against the overwhelming anticipation.
“Chuck, please,” I whined, shoving my hips back against his iron-hard cock.
He chuckled darkly and pressed against me, sliding so fucking slowly inside that I was ready to cry when he was finally fully seated inside me.
“Is this what my sweet Omega wants?”
“Yes!” I was panting and we weren’t even moving yet. “I need more!”
I don’t know which of those were the magic word, but one must have been because Chuck’s hips began to snap and roll, dragging his thick length over every sensitive spot inside me before shifting ever so slightly to peg my prostate on every single thrust.
“Alpha,” I groaned when the pleasure sparking through me was just on the edge of too much. “I can’t..I’m gonna cum!”
Apparently not one to back away from a challenge, Chuck doubled his efforts, fucking into me with short, brutal strokes that had me spraying my release against the side of the bed without ever touching my dick. When he abruptly pulled free of my body, I was too boneless to keep from collapsing onto the thick carpet. Chuck never missed a stroke, stepping over me to spray his hot, thick cum over my chest, my groin, and my softening cock before collapsing down on the floor beside me as we both gasped for breath.
When I could finally breathe again, I managed to lift my head almost an inch before looking at him in a heap beside me.
“So, in case it wasn’t obvious, I’m sleeping wherever you are.”
Chuck gave a weak laugh and nodded his head, grasping for me with his eyes still closed. He pulled me to his chest, completely oblivious of the sticky, sweaty mess. “Baby, just try to get rid of me.”
Well, it wasn’t acceptance of my declaration of love, but it was a step in the right direction.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chuck
When Jules pulled me into the bed after sharing a very thorough shower, I planned on just cuddling with him until he fell asleep. But the stress of the day followed by a double round of orgasms had worn me out more than I realized, and I was sound asleep when my phone alarm began to beep.
“Where are you going?” Jules mumbled as I eased his head off my chest and onto my pillow.
“To meet with Kade,” I whispered back, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Go back to sleep.”
Jules mumbled something I couldn’t hear and snuggled deeper under the covers, so I assumed it was an agreement of some sort as I slipped out of bed and crossed to the closet, reaching for the stack of specialized camouflage Brigade uniforms stashed in the back. Once I was dressed, I pulled on my combat boots and, after dropping one more kiss on my Omega’s cheek, I headed out to the front lawn where Colby and several members of the Brigade were already sprawled in the moonlight, quietly swapping stories of past missions.
When I dropped down on the ground beside him, Colby arched a brow at my uniform. “I thought you were manning a non-combat role?”
I rolled my eyes and grunted. “If I have to shift, I don’t want to ruin another shirt.”
Colby nodded and turned back to the conversation around us as more shifters began to drift in and join us. When Sonny and Kade walked up and called the group to attention -both looking like they’d been rode hard and put away wet, if you catch my drift- there was still no sign of Sylas or the Bunny Brigade. Pulling Sonny aside while Kade and Colby began to brief the assembled shifters, I pressed for the reason why.
“Sy is already in position,” Sonny assured me cryptically, “and Pete is preparing BB to maintain the perimeter around the buildings. They’re not part of the active component of the operation.”
Raising a brow, I cocked my head. “I thought they were the main defense force because silver doesn’t impact them?”
