Page 15 of Risque
Mr. Holt obliges, carefully climbing into my nest and then pulls me into his lap. I then grab a piece of sesame chicken with my fingers and feed it to him, the Alpha sucking on my digits longer than necessary. I let out a little gasp, my hole gathering slick again. The worst timing, really because I’m enjoying this Alpha’s expressions as he’s tasting all over again.
I offer him a dumpling this time, juice sliding down his chin that I catch with my lips, sucking there until heat blooms in the pit of my belly. A whine tears from my throat, frustration building in my chest. I want to take care of my Alpha, to feed him but I can’t do that during a spike.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to hurt yourself if you try and wait it out.”
“You need to eat,” I push out.
Mr. Holt just laughs as he helps me sit up and then positions me over his thighs. He reaches between us to unearth his cock before helping me to slide down on his length, the sudden heat dissipating. “Better?”
I nod and twist around to grab the orange chicken this time, grabbing another piece to feed him. I could use the fork but something about the way his lips caress my fingers, the way his eyes intensely meet mine… it’severything.“Tell me what it tastes like.” He frowns and I shake my head, assuring him my taste buds are fine. “I want to hear it from you. The experience.”
I slip the piece between his lips, Mr. Holt chewing slowly until he swallows, my gaze following the bob of his Adam’s apple. “It feels like home,” his voice cracks as he leans back a bit. I wiggle down on his cock, finding more relief. I’m going to have to move in a minute but for right now I can concentrate. “We used to do this when I was a kid. Me and my brothers, all gathering around whatever we could afford. Fuck, I miss when things were simpler.”
A wild grin splits across my face. “When was that, like a hundred years ago?” A squeal tears from my throat as he removes the box from my hand before rolling me onto my back. Then he starts jackhammering into my ass, Mr. Holt grinning with every thrust.
“Could someone that old do this, sweetheart? God, I love your hole.”
I let out a garbled sound, sesame and orange chicken glaze coating his shoulders as I dig into his skin.
“Are you going to come for me, Mila? I want you to come with me.”
“Fuck yes,” I purr, whimpering when he pulls all the way out but I soon find myself flipped over, my ass in the air, our food forgotten as this Alpha fucks me into the mattress. My fingers dig into the sheets, a fantasy of more flitting through myhead. But tomorrow, I’m almost sure that Mr. Holt will ignore whatever this is.
I was going into heat—mate or not—and if I don’t react like that tomorrow…
I decide not to think about it, especially since he’s splitting me in half with that delicious cock of his. That last thrust tears a moan from me, his knot swelling inside of me just before he releases load after load in my ass. It’s the most deliciously full feeling but I also know it won’t last.
Mila
The morning was awkward, mostly because I woke up alone to a text and a note. Something about having a meeting and needing to get to the company early.
There is a full spread of food on his counter for me to choose from when I finally make it into the kitchen but it’s untouched. Which means that Mr. Holt didn’t eat. My heart sinks into mystomach as I look around for something to wear. After all, I had changed into scrubs so my clothes are still stuffed in my bag somewhere.
Embarrassing.
I snatch two of the croissants and a Danish before pouring myself a cup of coffee into the provided travel mug. If this is going to be my last brush with the rich, I might as well indulge. Images of last night flood my head but I stuff all of those down.
“Nope, we’re going to shower and get dressed andnot cry,” I tell myself. I head for the bathroom, unsurprised to see a new set of towels but the clothing set beside it is… not mine. It’s my size for some reason but it’s not mine.
Just wear it,I tell myself. No looking a gift horse in the mouth. I’ll wear it out of here and then grab something from the car. It’ll befine.
Fifteen minutes later, hailing a cab to work, and it’s not fine at all. Nolan has been texting me all morning, intermittently calling. Well, Ithinkit’s him. It’s from a different number than yesterday. Adeline left me a few texts checking in on me but I’m too wound up to say anything. And what would I even say?
However, when she says that Nolan is waiting in the café, I know I don’t have a choice but to attack this issue head-on. I stop by my car and slip into something more comfortable, barely through the doors when Nolan is in my face, jabbing me in the shoulder for answers. “Why the fuck were you with my Dad? Trying to get back at me or something? He doesn’t even like men and he would never go for you!”
I refrain from replayingexactlywhat happened last night. “Nolan, I’ve told you I don’t know how many times that we’re not together anymore. The fact that you keep pushing the issueandyou came to my job is weird behavior. Go away.” Some part of me wants to cower beneath Nolan’s words but I force myself to stay strong as I make my way to the counter.
Adeline raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to explain but I can’t really do that with Nolan hovering. “Morning, Mila. Wasn’t sure we’d see you today. What can I get for you?”
Her over-the-top excitement in her voice just makes me laugh. “Addy, I need a pistachio latte. Hot. And then one of those fruit loop things.” She frowns at me and I just grin. “With an extra pump of vanilla, please.” I believed Mr. Holt when he said he couldn’t taste but I want to make sure that this is more than that. Am I being mean by feeding him the one drink we have that has the most sugar and is usually for kids? Probably. But I’m curious if it really ismebeing able to break this curse for him.
Nolan tugs on my shoulder, twisting me to face him again. “Don’t ignore me, Mila. We still need to talk and you have shit in your car that is mine.”
“Nothing in that car is yours. Half the time we were together, I paid for everything. I made sure to only take what I have receipts for. If you’re looking for something that is no longer in the apartment, then you didn’t pay for it.” I double and triple checked what I took. All of the cooking pans and utensils. My auntie’s silverware set. Nearly every blanket in the house as well as my wardrobe and the trinkets in the living room.
I suspect that Nolan was going to try and sell one of them but they’ve been in my family since my great great grandmother so… of course I wrapped each one and took them with me.
Nolan shakes my shoulder a little, growling in my face. I might have cowered a week or two ago but it’s like I’m somehow channeling Mr. Holt’s confidence. I don’t even quiver. I just look up at Nolan and smile. “Would you stop manhandling me? Go back to that Omega you were with. You seemed really happy with him.”
