He doesn’t answer me, and I start running through the millions of arguments burning on my tongue. They all disappear when his brown eyes burst open, and I come face to face with a very angry version of Hayes.
I go stock still.
It’s instinctual, ingrained into my DNA to not move a muscle. I should drop my eyes submissively and cower under an alpha’s rage, except I don’t. I’m not stupid though, I know not to push an alpha on the edge of going ballistic, no matter how beautiful he is.
His nostrils flare as his breathing gets choppy the more his alpha rises. His surging anger and alpha pheromones fill my lungs and pull from me a need to soothe the fury and hurt I see in his eyes. Rightly or wrongly, I can’t help what I do, the way my body responds because that too is instinctual. I was built to be his half. His darkness when he’s overcome with light, his light when he’s lost and can’t see.
A low purr spills from my chest, my scent becomes the only thing either of us can smell, and my slick saturates the space between us. My omega is swamping her alpha in as many physical ways as possible. I keep my movements slow. My fingers don’t shake when I reach up to let his hair down because I am not scared. And once it hangs, I rub my hands from the top of his head, down his shoulders over and over, showering him in scented, grounded touches.
His presence pushes against me, like a tornado pressing down changing the atmosphere in the room. I wait, giving him the time to find me as he struggles to get a hold of himself. Hayes tips his head, the louder my purr becomes, and his breathing changes from choppy to deep inhalations as he catches my syrupy signals. Without an explanation, or warning, he rips my shirt right down the front, leaving me on his lap, exposed and wanting.
This morning I elected not to wear much at all. Hayes wasn’t who I’d undressed for, but I was over the moon at my bold choice now.
Hayes’s eyes lock on mine. There’s still way too much going on in his eyes for me to talk. It feels like forever, but when he eventually manages to speak, it’s barely loud enough to hear. His tone and presence, however, is impossible to defy. “I’ve wasted how many freaking days thinking I’d ruined us. I’d lived every day thinking we’d already had our last moment together. For what?”
I get it’s not a question but an answer nearly falls from my lips, drawing another sharpness to him. And despite Hayes speaking quieter than the breeze, there’s nothing gentle about him.
“No talking, omega. You are going to let your alpha apologise for the time we’ve wasted before I send you back downstairs with my intention to pack you trailing down your milky-white thighs. I have to.” His deep brown eyes don’t leave mine, and in them I see he’s completely lost the war on holding back this side of him.
“I want you to,” I say. And even though he said no talking, it’s a risk I’m willing to take. Because once his storm is gone and he’s back to being Hayes, I don’t want him to ever question he took my consent from me. “I want you, Hayes.”
He spins me while he snarls angrily, and despite the press of his surging and dangerous emotions, I know I’m not in danger. The whisper soft touches, the considered and remembered placement of his hands on my bad leg are proof of that. While the way he helps, despite his suffering in his rush of anger, only confirms how safe I am with him. I miss out on seeing him undress, but I feel the warmth of him wrap around me from behind. He could be lost in a feral rut, but I’d never be scared by him.
Hayes runs his hand up the back of my thigh, right up the split of my ass crack, following each vertebra until he gets to where my shoulder blades are and then he pushes me face first towards the glass. And then with the whole world watching, he directs his frustrations to my pussy. The first nip of his teeth high up in the junction of my thighs earns me a frustrated growl when I startle, before I get a moan of satisfaction from him as his tongue chases my slick straight from its source. One minute he’s behind me, the next he’s under me, but that’s not enough, he pulls my hips so I’m straddling his face.
I hit my head against the glass at his first suck, but the noise and pain is chased away by the long deep groan we make as he lets go of his frustrations and Hayes absolutely goes to town on my pussy. His tongue flickers aggressively over my folds, and his breathing gets so choppy, I think he’s suffocating, but he does not stop eating me out. Hayes grinds my hips over his face and I have to hold a hand against the glass and pitch upwards so I don’t drown him as a huge wave of my pleasure crashes over his face in no time at all.
Looking down half horrified, I swallow a giggle when I catch him shooting daggers my way. His alpha is not yet happy despite him swallowing an embarrassingly large mouthful of my pleasure. My slick should have helped sate his beast when our words were never going to be enough.
He disappears from view—another crush of his presence is all the warning I get before he’s scooping me up to standing. We share the small confines of the windowsill. Hayes says something almost impossible to hear, but I get the gist of his sweet rumblings when he pushes me hard up against the glass, lifting one of my legs and surging straight inside. It’s like we become one. His arms and legs engulf my own as he starfishes us against the glass, and it’s only when every inch of him is pressed against me does he start to get a grip on his fury. A soft kiss is the only warning I get, before I get railed against the window for the entire world to see, by the sweetest, most caring man I know.
Keeping my mouth shut doesn’t mean I’m quiet, but Hayes, now he has me where he needs me, is way louder than the both of us in his barely spoken words. “Did you figure it out yet, Raney? Did you see what you did? In the space of a few words, you did this?” he hisses desperately, his anger at war with the way he loves. I get lifted off my toes with each thrust. And he doesn’t stop driving his cock into me when he comes. But this isn’t about orgasms, this is a desperate claiming.
Hoisting my leg, my slick, and his come drip down my thighs. He scoops it up and rubs it over my face at the same time he rams his knot home. A haunting sound straight from the middle of his chest releases before he’s frantic in the way he moves, but so fucking gentle and poetic in my ear. “Look at you, my beautiful brave woman. Giving and taking from me in one breath, freeing me with your endless kindness. I’m a storm of chaos, but my rage needs an outlet, like lightning does. You are the endless sky I need.”
He stops talking, the needs of his alpha colliding against his gentle nature again. But this time he needs to feel my submission. His fingers strum over my clit as he takes me as high as I can go, before I drop off a cliff like he did, screaming my release. Hayes groans in my ear as he comes with me before he drops his head to mine. “Not letting you go, omega.”
ChapterThirty-Nine
RANEY
“Are you sure?” Hayes insists, as he dries my legs with the softest towel I’ve ever felt.
The tempest consumed us both, leaving a changed alpha in its wake, one that was worried he’d hurt me. The other change was Hayes was now in a place of sadness and bubbling anger. At himself and his situation. Rightfully so.
“You needed the reminder of what life should be about. I did too,” I offer, taking the towel from his hands and drying his body like he did mine. It’s okay to be quiet, we’ve used our bodies as a way to argue, apologise, and reaffirm promises we made in our childhood. Because sometimes finding words is hard.
Dropping the towel, I place a kiss on his hip before standing in front of him. “Koz and Puck do not know the results of your test.”
“Neither does Tal,” he says, passing over his Deluge t-shirt. “Koz is going to kill me, sending you back down there wearing that.”
“Me wearing your t-shirt will not be an issue. Me being upset I didn’t get a chance to see and talk to you would have been. Life for Koz is pretty simple.”
“He’s pretty fucking intimidating, Raney, you know that, right?”
“Be yourself and there’s no issue.”
He looks at me in disbelief and then proceeds to shake his head like he’s questioning me and my advice.
