Chapter
Twenty-Two
TRISTAN
The Uber pulls to a stop right at the bottom of the wide stairs to Verdune Estate, and I hop out unfazed by the scent of old money that hangs heavy in the evening like mist over the sea, because the woman who lives there is more precious to me than anything money can buy.
Holding my phone up to the Uber driver I let him see I’ve sent payment and left a rating and he waves me off without another word. I probably should have waited to do that until all my bags were at her door but I guess having to do it myself is a good thing or I might have missed the flight tags from my quick visit out of state.
One look and I’m right back to the time I stole with King. I don’t know how we pulled it off, well I do; Joker helped it happen. I knew I had to see King. It was not an option, so I did what any other horny, wealthy Omega does, I chartered flights, told my girls I had a rush job before jetting down to the little air strip near ‘our’ place. Well, I guess technically it’s Nancy’s Bed and Breakfast but at the same time it’s ours.
I thought I beat him to our cottage room, but the instant I pushed open the door I was greeted by King, naked as the dayhe was born, legs splayed wide, his hand lazily pumping his enormous dick.
“Lock the fucking door, killer, then you’ve got three seconds to start crawling.”
I rubbed a hand over my body to ease the immediate ache I felt. His bourbon scent was so thick it hung like humidity on a summer’s night. Not needing confirmation, but desperately wanting a reminder of his taste, I licked my lips and keened hungrily.
I leaned against the door and unbuttoned the small buttons down the front of my Lilly Lamont original. The maxi-dress floated like soft petals to the floor. I wanted to look feminine for him, but the way he looked at me was a reminder that I am enough.
King made the filthiest noise of encouragement I’d ever heard when I sank to my knees, twisting around to undo my bra. “Nah, leave ’em. Come suck my cock.”
I did as he wanted, his brown eyes nearly black, his chin tucked down as he admired the way I crawled to him with my hips swaying, my mouth open. Keeping our eyes locked, I trailed my mouth all the way up the inside of his thick thighs before I rubbed my face against his knot, desperate to breathe only his bourbon scent.
A small shuffle of movement and he buried a hand in my hair, fisting it as a way to drag my mouth from his body. I whimpered but he bent forward to kiss my lips so softly I think I imagined it. He pressed his mouth against mine. “Need you like your my bonded, Tris. My Alpha needs sating. And fuck I have done nothing but visualise filling each of your fucking holes for days. You let me know if I’m too much today because I am fucking feral for you.”
Another soft kiss before he spread his legs wider and directed his cock into my mouth. There was no warm-up. He was exactly as he promised he would be, a fucking beast.
King lifted his hips the moment he was in my mouth. His hands dug into my hair, and he started driving his cock down my throat. I heaved at the intrusion and if I wasn’t watching the explosion of deep, beautiful emotions in his eyes I’d have been worried, but instead, my whole being erupts in joy at the level of helplessness he’s letting me see.
It takes a lot of trust for an Alpha to show that part of them to another person. And it’s an absolute gift he chose me.
He surged through each time I gagged, the rumbling vibration from his chest a half purr, half groan and it further ignited the desire coursing through my body.
Slick wet the tops of my thighs through my underwear and pleasure overtook every cell.
“Fuck, yeah,” King encouraged when I swallowed around him, his knot pressed against my face as I pushed to somehow take him deeper. His fingers dug against my scalp as he let go of his control and used my throat exactly how he wanted.
His movements became even wilder when he dragged his cock out of my mouth before he rammed it back in over and over. And each time he painted a thicker trail of his pre-come over my tongue. I took another big breath before I hollowed my cheeks to suck and open my throat. His cock hardened between my lips and it only took a few more times of him riding my mouth before he stopped us moving and held me still as he came on a roar.
His orgasm tasted fucking delicious.
I went from swallowing his come to sailing through the air. My body bounced once before King pounced; his mouth on my oversensitive pussy had me arching up off the bed. He dropped a hand on my stomach to stop me wiggling and he didn’t stoptonguing me until I was a whimpering, quivering mess. I was nothing but my designation. It was little wonder I love being his Omega.
King shuffled up to kneeling, sliding one of my legs over the top of his thighs before he rubbed the crown of his dick over the outside of my panties. He teased me, showing more control than I thought he was capable of as he pushed against the material with his fat cock head over and over until he ripped through it.
And then he stopped, giving me time to get used to his thickness, but it didn’t mean he stopped playing with my body. He split my ass cheek and spat on my asshole, his thumb dipped inside and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to come.
But the way King touched me was such a beautiful, sensuous feeling of desperate ownership. I was fighting a losing battle not to come. We’re so intricately linked. I felt his pleasure, it radiated out of him and his deep groans and heavy grunts when he thrusted each time only intensified the moment.
His body pinned mine and he bit the side of my neck briefly before finding my ear. “I’m gonna fill this pussy with my seed before I come again so hard it leaks out of your pretty asshole.”
He was everywhere. His skin was on mine, he was deep inside my body, he was all I could scent, and when he cupped the front of my throat with his palm and squeezed it, I whined knowing he was what I needed to survive.
I felt like I was about to shatter into a million pieces, and of course that’s all King wanted. “Whose cunt is this?” He asked abruptly as his fingers flexed and his knot surged inside my body. He squeezed the hand around my throat until I couldn’t breathe and then he held me in that desperate space as he drove me up to the highest peak, where I could see stars and only feel.
My nails scratched over his hand, but he already knew what I wanted. He clamped his hand down harder until I hadnothing left to give and then he let me soar. I came so hard I honestly didn’t know what was up and what was down. The only thing I knew is that King had me.
He grabbed my chin and breathed his air into my mouth filling my lungs, as waves of pleasure obliterated me. I was oversensitive, lost in the rush of endorphins that flooded my body and mind.
