“Not every woman from the past is so easily frightened, Rex,” I said sternly. My mother for all of her propriety fought like a lioness for my brothers and me if the situation called for it. Brave women existed in every period in history, all one had to do was actually look for them.
“I realized that the first time you stuck up for yourself, princess, then it became fun to mess with you.” Rex’s eyes were dancing as he spoke. “And then you kissed me and everything changed. That fear of your magic changed to being afraid of what would happen when you went back through that mirror. I’d never considered what the absence of Juneau Wilde would feel like and that threw me into a fucking tailspin.”
I nibbled guiltily on my lower lip. I wanted to open my mouth and tell him that he didn’t need to worry. That I was going to stay and we had all the time in the world to figure ourselves out, but something kept me from actually saying anything.
I knew exactly why I was so hesitant. It was the last, tiny thread of desire to see my family again. I was torn between not wanting to live without Podcast and the rest of the pack, and not wanting to live in a world where my family was long dead.
Rex continued, oblivious to my inner dilemma. “But when Storm carried you into the house last night I realized I could either continue to grapple with my hang-ups or I could grow the fuck up and admit that I want you in any capacity that you will allow. No matter what happens, you’ve stamped yourself onto my heart like one of Bat’s tattoos.”
His words were blunt, but utterly and unforgivably romantic.
I let go of his hand in favor of getting onto my knees so that we were eye-level and kissing him. This time our kiss was soft and sweet, the sound of his purr filling my nest as we tasted each other.
“Your words, Juneau,” Rex whispered, mimicking my earlier words.
“Yes.” My answer was simple, but it was enough for Rex. He wrapped his arms around me and brought me in for a back cracking hug.
The same sensation of our magic bumping together filled me and when I looked into Rex’s eyes again I could see a tinge of purple in their icy depths.
“Just give me a second to get rid of these clothes,” Rex growled, his eyes on my naked body like he had finally given himself the permission to look at it.
I flopped back in the sheets and watched him strip, my eyes catching on the scars that marked his skin. His chest was broad and defined, dark hair curling along his pecs and narrowing down into a strip as it disappeared into the hem of his underwear. His cock was long and thick, a bead of precum already dripping from the tip by the time he tossed his underwear into the corner.
“I want to taste you,” I said suddenly, my eyes glued to the little drop of liquid. I hadn’t gotten to do it with any of the other alphas or Podcast, and I was desperate to try.
Rex looked from my face, down to his cock, and back up at me. “Have you done it before?”
I shook my head as I rolled onto my knees and crawled over to him. “No, you’ll just have to teach me then, won’t you?”
I reached for it, wrapping my hand around the hot flesh as I leaned forward and licked the droplet that I’d been so fixated on from the tip. It tasted different from Bat’s, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on how.
“Aren’t you going to tell me what to do?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes up at him.
Rex’s lips finally tilted up into a playful grin. “Juneau, I think you could convince a wall that it’s actually a door if you tried hard enough,” he said with a shake of his head.
“Is that a no?” I gave his cock a rough pump, collecting the little spurts of moisture with my time while I waited.
“...open your mouth,” Rex ordered with a growl and I smiled with triumph as I dropped my jaw, my lips opening.
“Wrap those pretty pink lips of yours around your teeth and flatten your tongue. If I do anything that is too much just give my thigh a slap.”
I did as he asked and he placed the head of his cock on my tongue. “Go ahead and close, but no teeth. That’s Doc’s thing.”
I didn’t have time to ask him what he meant by that because he was pushing his cock into my mouth. I floundered for a moment but managed to relax around him as he slid half of his length inside. “Use your tongue, princess,” he said tightly as he drew his hips back.
The next time he thrusted forward I slid my tongue along the veiny part of his shaft, pleased when I heard him moan. On every thrust I could taste him and I drank him in with glee as he grunted above me.
I could tell he was getting close, his stomach rippling as his fingers clenched in my hair. Then he pulled out of my mouth. “I wasn’t done yet,” I grumbled in protest as I watched him reach for a condom.
“Later, I want to be inside of you right now,” Rex said as he gently rolled me onto my stomach and lifted my hips into the air. It was a position that I’d seen in my omega-specific textbook in the past. It was the ‘presenting’ position and my inner-omega shivered with delight as he gave my ass a light smack.
“I’ve been waiting to be inside of you ever since Podcast whispered into my ear all about your play-time in my fucking bar, I was so jealous,” he continued as he pushed inside of me without any preamble.
Rex wasn’t the thickest of the four alphas, but he was the longest. I could feel the head of his cock bumping places that I didn’t know existed as the angle of our position brought him deep. He drew out of me slowly, the drag of his cock agonizing. “Then you kissed me to awaken my magic and I felt like I’d touched a live wire.”
Slap. His hips slammed against mine, drawing a mewling moan from my lips as I gripped the sheets in my fist. Rex filled his thrusts with the rough push-and-pull that’d been playing for over two months.
Our magic, which had only ever slid past one another before, seemed to start to meld together, filling my vision with red and purple dots as he rammed himself home again. I wanted him to be rougher, to fill me with his cock and his magic. It was such a strange connection we had that it made every inch of my skin tingle with him until I forgot where I was completely.
