“Come for me. Be my good girl and soak me with it.”
“Alpha,” I panted, clawing at his skin hard enough to make it bleed.
On the next curl of his fingers, I came undone. My release crashed down on me with so much force I thought I would passout. My legs quaked as a sheen of sweat clung to my flushed skin.
My lips parted with a silent cry. Kaelen slid two fingers into my mouth, and I sucked hard, desperate for something to distract me from the delicious fire devouring me. A primal, possessive glare stared at me as he worked me through the crests of my orgasms, pulling his hand away with a wet, lewd noise that made my cheeks burn.
“Shhh, sweet omega,” he soothed, closing his lips around his fingers and sucking them clean.
Once the haze clouding my vision cleared, I tugged at his hips, frustrated that he didn’t budge.
“Knot me,” I demanded.
A lazy smirk pushed against his cheeks as he wiped the long hair off his face.
Infuriatingly smug bastard didn’t move, merely grinned at me.
If he wasn’t going to fuck me, I’d do it myself. I slipped my hand into his waistband, gripping his cock. A groan rumbled in his chest before he pulled my hand away, securing both my wrists in one of his hands.
“What about you?” I asked, my chest still heaving.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said, cupping my chin and resting his thumb on my tongue. “Tonight, mo chroí. I will claim my wife. Knot her tight cunt until she is begging me to stop.”
Despite the remnants of my last orgasm still lingering, I already wanted another. I was turning into a greedy, needy omega.
I kind of liked it. At least with Kaelen. He looked at me like I hung the moon.
“You’re evil,” I pouted.
Even if his filthy promises of what would happen tonight sent a skitter of pleasure through my abdomen. Like most omegas, I reveled in instant gratification. And it appeared Kaelen was content to drag out my torment.
“Only sometimes,” he mused, playing with the hem of the t-shirt I slept in.
I sat up on my knees, ignoring the sticky feeling between my thighs. Two massive hands palmed my hips, holding me steady.
“I’ll leave you to get ready. Aileen should be up shortly to help.”
Before I had time to panic, he pressed his lips to mine, holding my face in his large, roughened hand while the other anchored my waist. The tip of his tongue coaxed my mouth open, kissing me until I tasted the tiniest hint of whisky that must have lingered from the previous night.
“Nothing to fret, my pretty omega. I’ll always take care of you.”
And with that, he left the room, leaving a swarm of butterflies taking flight in my stomach.
Twenty-Two
WILLOW
After Kaelen left, I stared at the blank door for I didn’t know how long before slinking into the shower. The hot water sprayed against my face as I shampooed my hair. My lips turned down in a frown at how dull the blue streaks in my hair had gotten.
I made a mental note to text Sam. She was the only one I trusted with my hair. Despite not being licensed, she had been dyeing it since I met her.
When I padded out into the bedroom with a fluffy towel wrapped around me. I expected to find Aileen waiting for me.
Yet, the room was empty. My stomach twisted as uneasiness slithered around my heart like gnarled ivy. While I may have reconciled myself to Kaelen being my alpha, our looming marriage made new levels of anxiety stick to my ribs.
The bed sank under me as I sat on the edge, twirling my fingers in my lap while water dripped ominously from my hair.
A quiet knock echoed on the door, and I paused. It was Aileen with my dress, coming to help me get ready. Despite my arguing that I didn’t need a dress, she and Kaelen insisted. So I gave up the fight. I fidgeted with the ring on my finger, hating how pretty it looked.
