Page 163 of Unhinged
I lean in and kiss her. Not tentative. I kiss her like I’ve been starving, and she’s the only thing that’ll fix it. She melts into me, mouth parting, breath catching. My hands slide under my shirt and I push it up over her head. Every inch of skin revealed makes my chest ache with something primal. Something that says protect her, claim her, keep her.
I kiss down her neck, across her collarbone, and land right where my mark sits beside Acid’s and Arrow’s. It’s still healing, but it’s mine. A piece of her soul carved out for me. I nip it, not hard, just enough to feel her shiver. Her breath hitches.
My hands slide down to her hips and I take my time removing the leggings and lacy panties she has on. Her perfume hits me like a punch: sweet and sharp, and all omega and mine.
I push her thighs apart, exposing her glistening cunt. She gasps and the sound sends a thrill through me. Leaning forward, I inhale her scent like it’s the oxygen I need to breathe before diving in, my tongue flicking through her folds with urgency.
Her back arches as I feast on her, each lap of my tongue drawing desperate cries from her lips. I lose myself in the pleasure I’m giving her. She grips my hair.
“Gears,” she breathes, desperation in her tone.
Just when I feel her about to come, I stand up, locking eyes with her and smirk.
“Asshole,” she hisses. “Get back down there.”
I chuckle. “I want you to come on my cock, Omega.”
I undress quickly and when I’m finally bare before her, I position my tip at her entrance and drive inside of her. She wraps around me like a vise and we groan at the feeling.
I’m buried all the way inside her, and it’s like nothing else exists. She’s so warm, so tight, it almost knocks the breath out of me. When she moans, it shoots straight down my spine. I pull back and slam into her again, harder. The sound of us echoes in the room and I growl without meaning to, completely lost in how good she feels.
“Take it,” I command, driving deeper still, relishing in the way she clenches around my shaft. Her cries turn into desperate whimpers, and I can feel her nearing the edge again.
I lean back, my fingers finding their way to her sensitive clit. I strum it roughly, matching the pace of my thrusts with an intensity that has her gasping for breath. “Come for me, Gidge,” I demand.
Her eyes roll back and she lets out this half cry, half scream as she falls apart underneath me. Her whole body shakes, andI can feel her squeeze around me; it nearly knocks the control right out of me. I lose it. There’s no holding back now.
With one final thrust, I push my knot inside her, tying us together as I release inside of her. My seed floods her, marking her completely as mine. The world fades away; it’s just us in this moment of raw connection.
We’re both still catching our breath, the pleasure still rolling through us. I watch her face, and the look she gives me hits me hard. It’s more than just sex. It’s us. All of it. I lean down and kiss her, slow and deep, wanting to keep her close, to hold on to this feeling as long as I can.
She blinks up at me, dazed and soft, her fingers dragging slowly along my jaw. Still knotted, still joined, still mine. I shift gently and lift her like she weighs nothing. Her arms loop around my neck without a word, her forehead resting against my cheek as I carry her to my side of the bed. The spot where I sleep, the space no one else ever touches.
I sit down with her still in my lap, her legs wrapping around my waist. I lay back with her still on top of me, then roll us carefully onto our sides. We’re face to face now, still locked together. Her hand finds my chest, fingers curling into the hair there. She smiles before letting out a soft yawn.
“Sleep, Gidge. I got you.”
She hums, almost too quiet to hear. “I love you.”
Her words hit me hard. I kiss her gently right over the curve where my mark will always sit.
“I love you too, Gidge.”
She exhales, relaxed completely now, and within seconds she’s out, her breathing slow and even.
I hold her close, my knot still locked tight, and close my eyes with a smile I don’t even try to fight.
I wakeup to the smell of coffee and the sound of knuckles rapping on my door. Brydgett’s still curled up against me, her leg thrown over mine, her breath warm on my throat.
There’s another knock, louder this time.
“What?” I grunt, not moving.
The door cracks open, and Arrow steps in like he owns the place, a coffee mug in each hand and that smug look on his face that means he’s about to be a problem.
“Morning, lovebirds,” he says, walking in like it’s nothing.
Gidge stirs against me, blinking slowly. She doesn’t pull away. She stretches like a damn cat, sighing against my chest before sitting up just enough to see him.
