Page 37 of One Last Chance

I put my hand over his to speed up the pace just a bit and he slides another two fingers into me. I moan, arching my lower back. “Don’t hold back,” he says, pressing his wet lips againstmy temple. “Please, Day. Don't hold back.” He sounds desperate, high strung.

It takes me a moment to realize what he means.My pheromones. He’s asking me to release more of them.

I’ve spent years subconsciously learning to suppress them to the best of my ability. After all the heartache, embarrassment, and the fucked up, traumatic reactions, I’ve become used to suffocating that innate aspect of me for the comfort of the other person. But now…Rowland said he likes the scent of my pheromones. He really wants me,all of me.

“Do you really like my scent?” I lose the fight with the pathetic part of me that still refuses to believe him and ask out loud.

Rowland slows the movements of his hands, giving me a look of disbelief. His eyes are glazed over with lust. “You’re really asking that?”

Before I can respond, he nuzzles his nose against my collarbone and starts stroking us again, taking in a deep breath.

“Bitter…like a citrus peel, with a hint of olives. Or olive leaves? It's rich, and fresh. I’ve never smelled anyone like you, Day,” he muses, saying each word deliberately, while his hand moves in tandem with every syllable. “I never want to smell anyone else. Just you.”

I almost want to cry. “Say it again,” I whimper without inhibition, as needy and desperate as I am. As I’ve always been.

“I want only you. Let me taste more, please,” Rowland says softly and for the first time in so many years, I relax and all the nature of who I am deep down radiate out. My pheromones mix with his and there has never been a more marvelous scent.

“God, Dayton. Let me make love to you, okay?”

The way Rowland speaks strikes some deep part of me. Is this how he spoke to his wife? To someone he’s loved for so long and so deeply? In this tone that sounds like I am the most preciousthing in the world to him? Sounding revered and ravenous at the same time?

Rowland spreads my legs slowly to enter me. The way his eyes darken as he penetrates me with his fingers, spreading open my hole and readying it for the main course, really is something else. I’m completely ready and willing to let him do anything. To let him devour me if he wishes to.

“A condom,” he mumbles drunkenly, his last active brain cells firing up just in time.

I roll to my stomach and struggle to reach the handle of the drawer in my nightstand. Rowland acts before I even blink—he opens it, grabs one of the few condoms scattered around with random pens and hand creams and presses his hand on top of my tailbone, holding me still underneath him.

Oh, we’re going to do it from the back?I shiver with excitement and lift my ass.Who would’ve known you’re such an animal, Mr. Hall.

Rowland torments me by running his finger down my spine, all the way from my neck to my ass. He spreads my cheeks and enters me in one fluid motion, like we were meant to click together, made perfectly compatible by the universe. I’m so wet even his girth isn’t a problem. If anything, it feels fucking amazing.

“Oh, Day,” he moans, thrusting slowly. He leans over me, helping me on my knees before he rests his chin against my shoulder. “Dayton, Dayton, Dayton,” he keeps muttering my name like he’s under some sort of spell.

Everything about him is sending me deeper and deeper into pure bliss. The dominant undertone to his every word. That deep, husky sound penetrating my mind. His firm but considerate actions, leading me and pushing me right to the places I desire.

And his pheromones, surrounding and enclosing me, make it seem as if we’re in some bubble, far away from everything and everyone. Just the two of us, as it should be.

“Now…which way would you prefer?” Rowland asks, almost playfully. Before I can even wonder what he means, his left hand drifts up to my chest. He takes my nipple between his fingers and twists it, pushing a trembling moan out of me. “Or,” releasing, his hand travels downward, toward my aching cock dripping with precum, “this?” He wraps his hand around me firmly at the base and, with a single sharp stroke, draws another cry of ecstasy out.

“Fuck!” I moan under him, my elbows buckling.

Has it been that long since I’ve had great sex? Actual, mind-blowing, proper alpha to omega sex? I don’t remember it being this damn good.

“Which way, Day?” he asks, waiting patiently for my answer while fucking me slowly. Something tells me that once I give him an answer to what part of me he should focus the rest of his attention on, the intensity is going to crank up.

I try to catch my breath and to even form a coherent thought. “I’m gonna come if you…if you keep touching me down there.”

Suddenly, I can barely breathe. Whatever surge of hormones comes out of Rowland, it is overwhelming and makes me so dizzy my vision goes blurry for a moment. “That’s exactly what I want,” he says and speeds up his tempo while stroking me. I gasp and cry out, bending my back. His cock goes in from the tip to the root, with more and more intensity in his movements.

He’s trying to destroy me completely, isn’t he?

“That’s it,” he says, drawing in my scent. “Ah. That’s it.”

“Rowe.” I’m not sure how seriously he took what I said, but I’m approaching my limit embarrassingly fast. I tilt my pelvis so that his cock hits that perfect spot. “That feels good,” I mumble, eyes rolling to the back of my head. Nudging against my face, hegets me to turn my head so that we can kiss again, twisting our tongues together in a wet, slobbery mess of animalistic passion.

That’s it, indeed.It’s what pushes me over the edge. I can’t even manage to tell him. My whole body seizes and tenses. My breath hitches, and I moan unabashedly into his mouth as I come, dripping over his fingers while Rowland gives me a few more slow strokes.

“Well done. Good,” he praises me, briefly making his voice sound all buttery and gentle. “Can you keep going?” he asks, tension rising in his words.

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