Page 27 of Slick

I point towards the screen, where the younger version of Rowan is now riding his alpha. It’s the one with the wild hair and beard, and while he’s lost his leather vest, he’s still wearing his big black boots. Rowan undulates over him like a molten candle in a soft breeze, and I shiver as a deeper, hotter flame ignites between my thighs. “I wantthat. Will you give it to me, Rowan?”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“I’ll give you anything you want, Omega.”

Rowan seems to swell as the vow leaves his lips, his spine straightening and his shoulders broadening. His eyes never stray from mine as he gets to his feet, and he towers over me, even though he’s only a few inches taller. He’s still wearing the collar and cuff, but instead of feeling in control, I fight the urge to slither to my belly at his feet. “Do you want me to put on my boots?”

The Highway Patrol boots?

I don’t hide my shiver, nodding frantically. “In fact, can you wear the whole uniform?”

His closet in the trailer was packed with beautiful clothes, but his ‘costumes’, as he called them, captivated my attention. The guards and the collectors wore uniforms at the center, but they never made me feel likethis.

My mouth is dry as I watch him grab the suitcase he left near the door and carry it back to the sofa. Since we’re connected by a chain and leash, I’m drawn with him, but even without these bonds between us, I know I’d follow him anywhere. Especiallywhen he unzips his case and pulls out his uniform. Along with the leather boots, there are fitted cream pants and a navy short-sleeved shirt with a gold Highway Patrol badge pinned above the pocket. He takes a heavy black belt from the suitcase and holds it up. “You want it all, Omega?”

I nod, sitting back on my heels to watch him pull off his shirt and step out of his jeans. His boxers are black and tight, crested by a thin trail of golden hair. We get a little tangled in the chain as he pulls on the new clothes, but he fixes it with a smirk, and then he’s standing before me, resplendent in his tight-fitting uniform. I drag my gaze from the tips of his long, polished boots to the swoop of his bronze hair, my mouth flooding with moisture. I give a soft moan of appreciation as I gaze up at him, glad I’m already so close to the ground.

“Are they real?” I ask, pointing to the screen where the fireman is now gripping Rowan’s hips, his knot pushing for entry against the smooth curve of his butt. The alpha is grunting, soft cries falling from Rowan’s lips as he squirms in his hold. The other alphas are petting him and stroking themselves as they watch, their equipment jutting out eagerly in his direction. It’s a lot to look at all at once, and heat prickles all over my skin. “Are they your pack?”

“A construction boss, fireman, and an MC outlaw? No, in porn it’s all make-believe. They’re actors, wearing costumes, and to be honest, I barely know their names.” He shuffles his feet as he stares at the screen. “But their knots are real. So is my slick, although we also used lube for this film, because I wasn’t really in heat.”

“But it would be different for us.” He looks at me curiously, and I drop my gaze, running a finger up the side of his gleaming boot. “I know you’re not an alpha or a policeman, but I’m really in heat. And when I take your knot, we wouldn’t be acting, would we?”

“No, we wouldn’t.” He reaches past me for the remote, turning off the screen and tossing it on the coffee table. The silence fills the room, and as much as I liked seeing Rowan being taken care of by his alphas, I like this even better. All of his attention is on me, the only sounds our breathing and the clink of the chain stretched between us. “This is real for me, sweetheart, and whatever you want, I’ll do it. I want this to be a heat you remember forever.”

His husky words are like a finger prodding me in the back and I scoot forward, wrapping my free hand around his boot. I run it up his slick calf, marveling at the smoothness of the leather, then brush it over the hard knot of his knee. When I reach his thigh, I rise up, my fingers digging into the tight muscle. The cream fabric is so tight I can see the outline of his equipment, and I can smell the musk of his seed mixed with the sweetness of his slick. I’ve never wanted to taste anything more, but I force my hand up higher, until I’m gripping the thick black belt. “Then take me into the bedroom, officer.”

He grins, reaching down to grab something from the box before he leads me into the adjoining room. I’m vaguely aware of the plush surroundings, the air subtly scented with vanilla and the lights dimmed to a golden sheen, but my gaze is glued to Rowan as he stops in front of the bed. “This is your nest, Omega,” he says with a glance down at the patterned comforter. “It’s your space, and you can use it any way you want.”

He said the same thing about his body, and I realize he’s reminding me that I’m in control. He might be wearing a uniform of authority, but I hold the leash to his collar in my hand. For someone who has always followed rules imposed by others, it’s heady to be in charge, and my scent thickens around me, so potent it makes his nostrils flare.

“Sit on the bed,” I tell him, my voice catching in my throat.

He doesn’t hesitate, the thick leather belt creaking as he lowers himself to the edge. His knees are parted, but I nudge them wider, my hands landing on his shoulders as I step in close. The cuff chain is long enough for him to grip my hip, and I bite my lip as I stare down into his perfect face. “I want to taste you, like those alphas did.”

The truth is, I’ve wanted to taste him since I climbed on his lap in the trailer, and he made me repeat the words:My body is mine. My pleasure is mine. My slick is mine.

Old habits are hard to break, though, and my hands tighten on his shoulders. “Is that okay? I don’t want to be like Luscious, stealing your slick….”

The growl that leaves his lips feels almost as good as the way his fingers dig into my waist. “You’re nothing like her, Diana. And tasting me isn’t stealing, not when I want it so much I’m jumping out of my skin.”

A tremor of pleasure rolls through me at the needy edge in his voice. “And it really doesn’t matter if I have an uncontained deposit?”

Rowan’s eyes narrow, his gaze fierce as he leans forward and kisses me below my breasts. “I’m planning on flooding these sheets, Omega. I want the room dripping in so much of our slick and cum, the reception staff are gonna wonder if the penthouse pool has sprung a leak.”

I gape at him, a strangled laugh breaking free. “Is that what a heat is like?”

“Only if we do it right.”

I think he’s joking, but I can’t resist leaning down and kissing each sharp cheekbone, my nose stroking along his until I arrive at his lips. I trace the shape of his mouth with my tongue, licking up his sweet cherry flavor. The bottom lip is slightly thicker than the top and I suck it into my mouth, biting gently on the soft flesh. “You taste so good.”

“You taste good, too,” he groans, pushing into my mouth and tangling his tongue with mine. I hum at the sensation, my knees growing weak as he deepens the kiss. It’s slow and hungry, and I cling to his shoulders, wondering how I’ll survive the next three days if he keeps making me feel like this. I’m pretty sure he can hear my heart hammering in my chest, because he pulls back with a wicked smirk. “Ready for more, Omega?”

At my nod, his thumbs hook into the waistband of my pants, but I catch his wrists, directing them to my shoulders. He cocks a brow, but his questions are answered as I drop to my knees, my fingers digging into his thighs. The scent of musk and leather swirls around me and I groan, burying my face in the tight cotton of his pants.

“You sure, sweetheart?” His voice sounds conflicted, and when I look up at him, his face is flushed. “I’m supposed to be looking after you…”

I reach up and tug on the leather belt. “Aren’t I in charge? Well, I want to taste you first.”

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