Page 38 of Want It All
I swallowed. ‘Rose?’
She gave a shuddering exhale. The faint buzzing sound in the background changed pace, andfuck me, I knew that noise.
I took the advice I’d given her, rushing inside my apartment and locking the door with the deadbolt, then turning my air purifier up to its maximum setting. I didn’t think I’d moved that fast before, ever. ‘Rose, beautiful?’ I said, and you could’ve grated a fucking rock on how rough my voice sounded. ‘Are you …?’
‘Mmm,’ she gasped, and if I thought my cock was hard before, I’d been wrong. It was steel now, or titanium, or chromium.
I was basically a fucking cyborg.
I held my breath. ‘Will you tell me what you’re doing?’
She gave a breathy little moan. I had the urge to swallow it down, so the sound was only for me, so that no one else ever heard it. ‘I’m on my bed,’ she answered unsteadily, her breathing fast and shallow. ‘I left my dress on, but took my underwear off. I’m lying on my back with my skirt around my waist.’
The picture my mind made was obscene. I’d tried so hard not to do this – not to objectify her, not to turn her into a fantasy, not to stamp my own desires on the shadow of her – but I couldn’t help imagining how she looked now, flushed and trembling, her hair spread across her bed, her knees parted. ‘I didn’t need lube because I’d started to slick,’ she went on, and my brain shorted. ‘I’m so wet, Byron.’
It wasn’t a groan I gave; it was closer to a sound of pain. ‘You didn’t need the lube for what, beautiful?’ I grated out, though I already knew the answer.
The buzzing sound changed again, and I heard rustling as she shifted on the bed. ‘For the vibrator.’
I made it to my bedroom; I didn’t so much aslieon my bed as my knees gave way and I collapsed there. ‘Will you tell me about it?’
‘It’s big. Thick. Long. With a rabbit for my clit. And it has a part that expands.’
I ran my hand over my face. My cock was throbbing so hard I was sure there’d be an imprint of my zipper across my skin. ‘Like a knot?’
‘It’s not as good as the real thing,’ she panted, and for a moment, I was blind with jealousy that someone had knotted her – someone whowasn’t me. Reason kicked in a second later; Rose was twenty-six. She would have had at least one heat before, possibly many more. She had no pack, so she would have asked a trusted friend, or accessed a public heat clinic, or paid for accredited heat alphas to visit her at home. During a heat, she’d beg for knots, and who the fuck wouldn’t give that to her? ‘But it does the job,’ she went on, oblivious to my useless rage, the slightest hint of a whine in her words. The buzzing intensified as she changed the setting. ‘Oh,fuck.’
‘Rose,’ I said desperately. ‘I’m not … I don’t know what you need from me here. Can I –’ I inhaled. ‘Can I touch myself?’
There was a moment of silence, long enough that my heart began to sink. ‘You’re not already?’ she said, clearly disgruntled.
I barked out a laugh. ‘I’m not going to do it without your consent, omega.’
She gave a wordless whine. ‘Fuckingfuck. Say that again.’
I put her on speaker, then undid my zipper and shoved my jeans and trunks down, palming my cock. It hurt to touch, but it was a pleasure-pain I enjoyed. ‘Say what again?’ I teased. ‘Consent?’
‘I mean, yes,’ she said tartly, a hint of her usual self shining through her need. ‘Obviously. But I meant the other thing.’
I gave my cock a few hard pumps, biting my lip when sensation stirred at the base of my spine and precum welled beneath my palm. ‘You meanomega?’
I’d put a hint of a purr into the word, and she cried out. There was a soft thump – I assumed her phone had fallen – but I could still hear the buzz of the vibrator. She must have put me on speaker; there was a rhythmic wet noise, and I realised she was pressing the toy into her body before pulling it out again. My hips pushed up as I lost all semblance of control, fucking into my hand.
‘Please,’ she cried, and fuck, I was so selfish, but I didn’t want her to come yet; I wanted to draw this out forever.
‘Tell me how it feels,’ I growled.
‘It feels so good,’ she gasped. ‘So sweet. I’m so close I can feel it in my toes.’
The notion of her toes curling with pleasure was almost enough to undo me. ‘Have you inflated the knot?’
She made a wordless sound of disagreement.
‘Will you do it for me?’ I purred. ‘Will you show me how you can take a knot?’
The buzzing changed again; I imagined her body stretching and settling around the artificial swelling. With enough practice,some alphas and betas could take a knot, too, but omegas were made for it, with extra nerve endings to ensure they could come from the pressure of a knot alone.
‘Sweetheart?’ I grated out, when she didn’t speak again. ‘Rose?’
