I was basically going into the house of a man I barely knew. He grabbed my hand and turned. His hair flopped to the side, his back muscles taut beneath his white shirt. I let the shadows of the hallway swallow me as I followed him in. I’d seen enough crime documentaries to know this was exactly what I shouldn’t do, but I was so desperate to forget that I didn’t care.
The house was swallowed in shadows. As we walked, my mind played a dark loop of a news anchor announcing that pieces of my body had been discovered in a stranger’s shower. I was being ridiculous, and I could hear that inner voice mocking me. I stifled a giggle as he opened the bedroom door. He could try to hurt me, but I wouldn’t go down without a fight. A small dog yapped at my heels as I followed him into his sanctuary.
The lengths I’ll go to for some dick.
Uriel closed the door, locking the dog out. The room was dark, save for the glow of a flat screen high on the wall. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
“I’m so glad you didn’t ghost me,” he teased, brown eyes seeing more than he should.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I laughed, avoiding his gaze. He chuckled before releasing my hand, walking around a large bed before climbing in. He patted the sheets beside him.
“I don’t bite,” he teased.
I ignored the wave of disappointment that washed over me. Before my thoughts could think about a man that wanted to bite me, I moved toward the bed. I hopped on, crawling over until I sat awkwardly by him. He laughed, grabbing my wrist and pulling me down so that I had no choice but to lay on his chest. My whole body tensed, but if he noted the change in my scent, it didn’t show. His attention drifted to the screen and I relaxed into his arms.
My mind was a mess of thoughts as I failed to focus on the show he was watching. I was confused. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. I was sure he had asked me to come over to fuck. I was still new at this whole hooking up thing. Just being in a bed with someone other than Amos rattled me. What I expected when he closed the door was for him to kiss me, rip off my clothes and bend me over the nearest surface.
This cuddling thing we were doing was throwing me off. I never did this with Amos. With him, I was a tool for his release, not a person to be held. But Uriel didn’t smell like tobacco and regret; the air tasted like vanilla. I got a brief whiff of vanilla.Probably all in my head.The quietness of the moment was more intimate than the sex I’d been bracing for, and it sent a spike of pure, unadulterated fear through my chest.
I didn’t want to like this.
I wanted him to be a mistake, a body to use, but the way my head fit perfectly against his shoulder felt like a trap I was already falling into.
His hand gripped my hip and I stopped breathing. I took a deep breath and slowly lowered my hand down his chest.Knots, he was firm.It was difficult, but I kept my eyes on the monitor. I’d feel him out and see how he’d react. My fingers continued their descent and I swallowed in an attempt to wet my dry throat. His breathing kicked up, his chest rising and falling fast. When I reached the hem of his sweats, I hesitated. It was only a second and then I mentally said fuck it. I had already sucked him, I’d do it again.
I yanked it down and his cock bobbed. I was feeling brave. Power flowed through my veins when he didn’t say anything. At this point, he could have told me to stop. When he didn’t, I traced my fingers down his length, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin. He was hard beneath my fingertips and moisturegathered at his tip. I started to sit up when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.
My hair cascaded down around his face and I lowered myself until our lips met. This kiss was exactly what Uriel was. It wasn’t hard, punishing, or dominating. It was sweet, gentle, and delicious in its own way. It didn’t make me beg for more, but it made me burn in a way that was enough to cut off all thoughts. He released me and I got up only to lower my lips to his tip. I licked the pre-cum teasing me and he sighed.
We didn’t need to talk, we didn’t need to say what this was, and we didn’t need to put a label to it. I had felt awkward cuddling with him, but I liked that we didn’t try to pretend this was something it wasn’t. We both wanted this and I felt reassured. I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked. His fingers slid into my hair, but he didn’t force me down. I banished Dane from my thoughts and took every inch of Uriel into my mouth.
When he hit the back of my throat, he groaned. I enjoyed the clean, salty taste of him. I took my time sucking him, running my tongue up the side of his length. I used my hand to hold his base while I bobbed on him. He pulled me up by the shoulders and I hovered an inch above his tip. Saliva dribbled from my lip and I enjoyed staring into his hooded gaze as he watched me.
“Come here,” he murmured. He reached up and brushed a stray hair from my face, his hand slightly trembling. “I was so nervous you wouldn’t show,” he whispered, his voice cracking just enough to let me see the boy behind the boxer. “I’ve been thinking about this—about you—since last night. I didn’t want a woman, Vera. I wanted you. I’ve been kicking myself since I let you go.”
My heart did a slow, painful somersault. He was being vulnerable, offering me his soft underbelly, and I didn’t know how to handle it. I wanted to tell him to stop being so sweet, tojust fuck me, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I should have gotten up and walked out of there, but instead, I licked his tip.
I crawled up his body and settled over his abdomen. Being in this position made it hard to ignore the negative thoughts that started to make their way into this moment. I was fat. I was squishing him. I needed to get off of him. I needed to move before I crushed him. My mind blanked as his hands made their way up my hips.
My dress was bunched at my waist, but it covered my ass. I could feel his cock twitch at my backside. Now that I was above him, my heart thumped in my chest and my blood roared in my ears. I had messed around, sent naughty Snarls, but I hadn’t fucked anyone yet. Not since Amos. It felt like if I did this, he’d be gone. I was conflicted, but as I stared down at lust-filled brown eyes, I knew it was finally happening. I was going to sleep with someone. Not just someone, but Uriel.
Before the unwarranted guilt could take effect, I pushed up onto my knees. His fingers danced up the back of my thigh and teased the bottom of my dress. I ran my fingers up his abdomen, lifting his shirt as I did, and my mouth watered as I stared. He reached over to his bedside and grabbed a condom.
I was thankful he had one. I refused to get pregnant with anyone’s child.
When he slipped it on, I didn’t wait a second longer. His cock was hard against my ass. I lifted up before lowering myself, the head of his tip pushed in. My lips parted as I took more of him. He was hard and I whimpered as I dropped lower. His hand came around the back and gripped my ass cheek beneath my dress, the other gripped my hip. We both stared at where we connected.
“Eres hermosa, Vera.” His words were a slow whisper.
I bit my lip just as he lifted up off the bed, his muscles flexing as he thrust into me while pulling me down. I cried outas he impaled me. He lifted me up, inch by inch withdrawing before dropping me back on his cock. I took every inch of him again, moaning as he sat up. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He whispered more words in Spanish as he used me for his pleasure.Puedo sentirte. Quédate conmigo. Mírame.
“Look at me, Vera,” he growled, and for the first time, a flash of hunger stared back.
I obeyed, looking at him. His brown eyes were filled with an emotion I didn’t want to put a name to. He was powerful, his muscles cording under my touch, but it was different from the mental image I had of Dane. Dane was fire and static, a storm I wanted to be swept up in. But Uriel was earth. He was solid and steady, and my Omega purred with a recognition I didn’t understand. It wasn’t the frantic, desperate need Amos had conditioned me for; it was a deep-seated pull. I found myself thinking, for a split second, that maybe a woman like me needed both: the storm to wake me up, and the earth to keep me from drifting away.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. Every time he lowered me, he thrust up into me. My head dropped back as he groaned in my ear.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gritted out, his fingers digging into flesh.
