Before being rejected, I was an ardent believer in the concept of twin flame lovers where souls are split into other bodies, the love between those souls is eternal and nothing stops them from being reunited. Reality bitch slapped that notion out of my head, with a fucking hockey stick. Meeting Koz, the concept of fated lovers wasn’t hard to accept. He was a necessary part of me and looking back, our paths were destined to cross. My healing to date might not have made me strong enough to go looking for answers as to why the boys were so set on pretending I didn’t exist. But it has made me strong enough to accept Koz as mine.
ChapterSeven
KOZ
“You’re limping, micina.” The hiss that accompanies my comment is most definitely unintentional, but her pain is literally the only thing in this world capable of hurting me. Though, drawing attention to her injuries is not without risk. Raney does not like being reminded. Her jade-coloured eyes lock on mine as they harden and darken at my observation. Her bitchy attitude does not detract from her flawed beauty.
I stop for a moment, fighting against closing the distance between us and just standing back and admiring everything about her. The way she unwittingly owns me is overwhelming, and instead of moving to her, I watch transfixed, again both questioning and thanking the universe for making our paths cross. From the instant I scented her, I knew she was mine.
Before I can take another step toward her, my driver, Lew, does, and he mutters a hurried greeting before he takes her bags right from her hand, retreating back to the car to wait. But much like me, Raney is too caught up in our reunion to pay him more attention, not from disrespect though, no it’s our connection.
And like every single time I see her, I feel myself respond as I get drawn under her spell. First, it’s her mouth-watering scent that crashes over me. Her scent is exotic and full of freesia spice, mixed with the sultry tones of jasmine and the heady notes of tuberose that scream at me over and over that Raney is my woman. Her scent is so fucking jarring. It’s like sticking your finger to a live wire at the same time as being so turned on. She always makes my alpha genetics rise up like a cobra in challenge and urgent need, but my micina’s scent is also like taking a Xanax and washing it back with a finger of scotch. It’s a complex thing being around her; I’m calmed by her presence, hard as fuck, and ready to re-stake my claim on my omega while wanting to wrap her in my arms and keep her safely cocooned from the world.
Usually, that’s exactly what happens—we lavish each other physically and emotionally before I get to spoil her rotten. Tonight, she flicks her chin up, her irritation evident, but my need to feel her under my hand means once I start, I keep walking until she’s backed against the security gate of her college. “I’m not fucking apologising; I’m pointing out the obvious. Don’t get fucked off. Open for me.”
Her lips twist up before they part, and I bury one hand in her hair to hold her still. My foot kicks her legs wider, and the scent that rises up is like standing under a wisteria sky on a warm summer’s night. The rush of her scent is sweeter and thicker than usual.
“You should have called me sooner,” I growl against her lips, before I take everything she gives me. Like always, she gives me all I need, and so much more.
Sucking on her tongue feels like heaven, and home. I pull her head to the side, so I can remind her of my intentions by bruising the faded claim left behind from years ago. I do it for me, but I do it to emphasise to her over and over again, that she is most certainly mine and there is nothing that will tear us apart.
Rubbing my scent over her face, I leave a trail of nibbling bites over her skin before I press a hundred kisses over the long-ragged scar on her cheek, repeating the process down the other scar, quicker than I want. Twisting my fist in her long hair, I tug her head back and manhandle Raney so she’s arched up in front of me, her back against my chest as I walk her to my car, but it’s that or we’ll be arguing in moments.
“On your hands and knees, micina. I’m going to be inside your body before Lew even starts driving.”
She stumbles. I grip her waist with my hand, ready to sweep her up to safety. Of course, it would be better for us if I didn’t have to catch her because one thing Raney does not like is people helping her. I get it, I’m the same. And while I definitely love her using my body in a fit of rage, I fucking adore it more when she’s taking her time, destroying me with her sweet demands. And Raney is not a shy or demure lover.
Even before the door shuts behind me, she’s on her hands and knees waiting. I take my time as I open my suit pants and let them fall down around my ankles. As soon as they are gone though, my hands glide down her ass, squeezing her through the confines of her skirt before I search out for more. I find the split in her tight skirt and my hands wrap around her bare ass. The heat rolling off her skin has me groaning. On my way down her body, I collect the trail of slick already running down her thigh with my finger.
“All of this for me?” I ask as I suck her off my fingers. Dragging her skirt up over her hips, I drop my hand on the top of her shoulders pushing her face to the floor of the limo. “Present,” is barely out my mouth, and I’m inside her body.
Leaving my hand on the back of her head, I thrust deeply into her, driving her need with mine, keeping us both on the edge of a frenzy. The car rolls off and the momentum adds to the strange headspace where gravity and reality flows, but it’s probably just being with Raney, she has this knack of making me feel like I’m free falling.
My body feels heavy and my cock aches being back inside her. There’s nothing like Raney. Her body squeezes around mine, like she’s trying to trap me deep inside. Reaching over for the car light, I slow down the way I move in and out her body, so I can watch the way her pussy all but devours my cock.
“Koz.” Raney’s whimpers while her body quivers, those small vibrations adding even more fuel to our passion. And the way she says my name is pure fucking fire through my veins.
Spreading her ass cheeks, I watch the dribble of my spit wet her asshole, my thumb following it inside. And like always, I nearly fucking come when she bears down on me. Her head drops forward, a low moan lets me know how much she enjoys it. And while I’d love nothing more than playing her all-fucking night, I have to first give us both some much needed relief.
Without warning, I spread my knees wide, clamp my hands around her waist and haul her backwards, right at the same time as I rise up and drive my knot straight inside her.
Raney screams, her body fighting the intrusion, but I hold her down, whispering in her ear as I keep thrusting inside until deep groans of her satisfaction fill the car. Banding my arms around her waist, I keep myself buried so far inside her tight little cunt, even as I pound into her from behind. My lips are on her throat as I whisper against my bruising claim on her skin, “Can you feel how fucking full I am? All this is yours, micina. Take it like a good girl.”
Her head hangs, her fingers twist with mine, and the both of us toy with her body. With one hand squeezed around her breast, the other she uses against her clit, driving both our pleasure.
I growl, and she leans her weight against my chest, reaching her arms behind her to link them behind my neck, holding us as close as close can be. Wrapping my arm around her waist again, my fingers fill her mouth. She sucks on them before her teeth bite down at the same time her pussy starts milking me, her body taking whatever I give.
My hips drive up in a frenzy, her spicy floral scent is heated, the air in the car thickening like being in a sauna, but it’s her whimpering, her desperate pleas that push me over the edge.
I lose my fucking sight. My orgasm is the same every time I come inside her, blinding. And Raney’s body seizes up tight, squeezing the circulation off to my cock and knot, the pain is exquisite as she comes on a shuddering groan. I can feel the moment her orgasm peaks, and I keep holding her close, driving my body past the stranglehold she has on me, my finger rubbing over her clit softer, less frantic, but with no less spectacular result.
Bending her over the bench seat, I keep playing with her body with my cock, knot, fingers, and teeth. She is so beautifully responsive and unashamedly needy, her pleasure flows from her. Time seems irrelevant as I take her to peak after peak.
“No more, Koz,” she mumbles as she unsuccessfully tries to wiggle off my knot. Her head is resting on my shoulder, and she’s calmer as she floats in the headless rush of endorphins flooding her system. She puddles against me, the sweetening of her scent, the deep sighs in my ears confirmation of how well I’ve fucked my woman.
But she’s not finished with her needs, “One more for me.”
“No, I can’t. Honest, I’m not being difficult, Koz. I’m one very happy and satisfied girl. And we’re probably nearly there.”
