After a while, I look up into his dark eyes and whisper, “Take me home, handsome.”
He blinks. “Esme…”
I let out a small laugh. “Not like that.” Although, seeing him go all caveman really did a number on my panties. “Or… yeah, like that, but I just… I need to not be here right now. Please, take me home, Sven.”
He looks at me for a long second, his control visibly only hanging by a thread, then he wraps an arm around me and walks us to the parking lot, not letting go the whole way.
We don’t make it home. We make it to the truck… and thank God it’s parked on the side of the field that’s away from the lights. The second the doors, I don’t know which one of us moves first. Sven gets a hand in my hair and hauls me across the seat into his lap. His mouth crashes down on mine, and his intoxicating taste floods me… honey, dark chocolate, smoke… and I moan into it and grind down against him, feeling how hard he is under me.
He growls against my lips, his hands shoving my coat off my shoulders. “His fucking hand on you. Hisscent,near you. And I wasn’t right fucking there to protect you. Fucking lost my mind, Esme, I wanted to…” He kisses down my throat, rough, hungry, his tusks dragging over my skin. “Need to get my scent back on you. All over you. Wanna fucking taste you…”
“Yes,” I breathe, pulling my shirt off. “Please, Sven…”
He shoves my bra out of the way, then his mouth is on my breast and I cry out before slapping a hand over my mouth.
Sven’s tongue is long, thick, rough, and hot. He sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, rolls it, grazes the soft underside of my breast with the edge of a tusk. I arch into him, my hands fisting in his hair, grabbing his horns and holding him there, right fucking there.He palms my other breast in one huge hand, kneading the full flesh, his thumb working the hard bud; the sounds coming out of me are embarrassing, but ask me if I fucking care. My slick is already soaking through my jeans, my hips rolling to meet the hard ridge of him on their own volition.
“Look at you,” he rumbles against my skin, switching to my other breast, dragging his magical tongue across it before he sucks. “Fucking falling apart already. So goddamn responsive. So fucking sweet.” He gets a hand between us and pops the button of my jeans. “Let me feel you, baby. Let me make it better… make you come and put my fucking scent all over you so every fucking alpha you pass knows who you fucking belong to.”
He works his hand down the front of my jeans, into my soaked underwear, and groans when he feels how wet I am.
“Fuck… sweetheart…” His voice is low, dark, ragged, fucking wrecked. His fingers slide through my swollen folds, find my throbbing clit, and circle. “So fucking wet for your alpha. You fucking like that I’d tear a male apart for you.”
“Yes,” I sob, past pretending. “Oh, God… Yes… Sven!”
“Good fucking girl,” he rumbles into my ear.
And then he’s pushing into me… two fingers this time, and I gasp at the stretch, the burn, my body fighting and giving. He works them in slowly, little by little, his mouth back on my breast, licking, sucking, biting, making me fucking melt, until I’m stuffed and stretched and shaking in his lap.
“That’s it, love,” he says low against my skin. “Feel that? You’re taking two of my thick, long fingers now.” He curls them deep inside me and I see fucking stars. “You’re doing so good. So fucking good for your alpha.”
Sven finger-fucks me slow and deep, his thumb rolling over my clit, his mouth on my tits. I ride his hand in the dark of his truck with the fair lights blurry through the windshield and come embarrassingly fast, fucking primed since I watch him hammer that bell, go all alpha on that stupid drunk orc, then whispergood girlin my ear. My orgasm crashes through me hard and long, and I clench around his giant-sized fingers, shaking, fucking coming apart in his lap, chanting his name over and over in hoarse cries. Everything feels so damn good.Hefeels so damn good. Warm, big, hard, powerful. The way he smells. The taste of him. How he looks at me. The way he touches me… God!
Sven works me through it until I’m limp against him, panting, wrecked.
And when he eases his fingers out of me, I protest,“No,” I whine, before I can stop myself.
Lets out a chuckle but it’s strained. “Not yet, sweetheart.” His forehead drops to my shoulder, breathing hard, shaking, and so fucking hard under me my mouth waters.
“You keep saying that,” I moan. “You fucking stop every time… I’m ready…”
He frames my face in his massive hands. “Esme, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole fucking life.” His voice is rough with need and impossible restraint. “When I take you, you’re going to be ready for me. All of me.” His jaw works. “Trust me just a little longer, sweetheart. I know what I’m doing.”
Then he helps me put my bra and shirt back on, and pulls me into his chest, his purr rolling through my body.
“Okay,” I whisper. “But just a tiny bit longer.”
Sven chuckles and kisses my forehead.Gah!
Twelve
Sven
I notice how unusually quiet my girl is, and when I glance over, I see she’s out with her head tipped against the window. I reach over and ease her to my side. Esme relaxes into me without waking, one hand fisted in my shirt. Gary the whale is facedown in the footwell. My omega still smells of funnel cake and fair smoke and under that, the warm sweet thing that’s all her. I drive the rest of the way with one hand on the wheel, my other arm around her shoulder.
When I park outside her building, I don’t wake her. I just sit there in the dark, with my woman asleep against me, her breath slow and even, her beautiful face soft, and I think about how a few weeks ago I didn’t even know she existed and now I can’t imagine a version of my life where I’d ever let her go. Fuck, the way she said,take me home…
I’m gonna lose my fucking mind if I don’t have her soon!
