Page 71 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
That wall fucking had settled something inside me. I wanted more–and right now my leg felt just fine.
Facing him, I straddled him and slowly slid down on his rock-hard shaft. “I love that you’re always ready for me.”
“I’m yours to fuck,” he sighed as I seated myself on his cock.
Putting one hand on his shoulder to brace myself, I tangled my other in his hair and rode him. “You feel so good.”
My hands and lips explored his face and body as I ground against his cock, riding him slowly, both for my own satisfaction and trying not to let water slosh all over the floor.
“Oh, that’s it, Kitten, you ride me so good,” he groaned. “I love how good you feel.”
“You’re mine to ride,” I growled, grinning, loving this, as I continued to ride him, one of his hands toying with my clit until orgasm rocked me.
“Come for me,” I told him, my pussy squeezing his cock as tight as I could as I ran my tongue over the infinity heart tattoo on his chest.
“Yes, Alpha.” His eyes gleamed as he held my hips, slamming me onto him so hard water splashed over the sides, and he came inside me.
Locking him, I slumped onto his chest, spent and satisfied. We laid there in the bathtub, talking, until the water cooled, refreshing it and turning the jets back on twice. We talked about all the fear he’d had as he hid his designation. The self-loathing he’d felt at himself, and hatred for whatever DNA threatened to ruin his dreams. How he felt like hehadto succeed so he could help his family.
I told him the entire story of my omega dad meeting the alpha parents at the chemistry conference, realizing that he and Mumsy were scent matches, and the fallout of their idiocy.
“This was why I was trying to take things slow. Well, that and I do have Mercy and my studies to think of. My parents could have solved so many problems by simply taking time to get to know each other before yanking my dad out of his university mid-term, moving him to the other side of the country, then mating him within a week,” I admitted, glad to finally tell him the root of my wariness.
He nodded. “I hear you, and that’s valid. He left mid-semester? The idea of trying to work out scholarships and credit transfers makes me nervous for him.”
“It gets worse. Dad had a live-in alpha girlfriend. He picked up and left when she wasn’t home, sending only a text. The alpha moms kept her from him, called her a stalker when she tried to talk to him, and got campus police involved.” I winced because she and Dad were serious and he didn’t even speak to her about it before leaving.
Grif’s jaw dropped. “That poor girl. She just probably wanted to have a conversation. If she was an alpha, why couldn’t she stay with him? Join their pack?”
“Right? That would make sense. While the alpha moms said it was that initial possessiveness, I think a lot of it was that she was a piano major,” I said softly. A fantastic one. Creed and I had looked her up after the whole story came out.
“Oh no, not a music major.” Grif grimaced. “I’m sorry, but your parents are snobs.”
“Absolutely. Dad was an undergrad when they met, but Mumsy, Baba, and Mom were all in a chemistry PhD program together when they met and talking about forming a pack together. I understand them wanting to choose practical careers, but they go overboard in pushing the sciences–and crushing dreams that don’t fit their narrow purview of what our lives should be like.” I sighed, pushing away thoughts of what I could have had if they hadn’t barked me into turning down those offers to play professional fútbol.
Grif kissed my temple. “I’m glad you’re helping your siblings with their dreams. And you know, if you get the chance to chase yours, we’d fully support you.”
“You would?” I blinked. Wow. My fútbol days were over, but the fact they’d fully support it meant everything.
I leaned in and kissed him. Then I sighed.
“The story gets worse. Dad’s girlfriend that he abandoned died–leaving behind a baby. Their baby. Dad nearly left the parents after that. She hadn’t been stalking him; she’d wanted to tell him she was pregnant. The alphas knew they fucked up, and it took a lot of work for them to get through that. Dad spent twenty-something years looking for baby Grace.” I leaned into him. Because that just hurt my heart.
“Oh fuck. Okay, okay, I could see how that would make you wary of going too fast. I’m so happy that you found your sister.” His arms wrapped around me.
“Me, too. Grace was overwhelmed when Creed found her. She thought Dad abandoned her.” I winced. “It turns out that MomhidGrace from Dad, thinking it was the right thing. She also helped the records get messed up so he couldn’t find her. Now she’s in jail for child trafficking. That part fucked with my head, because one mistake, one rash alpha judgment, came back decades later and destroyedeverything.Not only am I terrified of turning into the parents, but I’m worried that one errant alpha choice that seemed like a good idea at the time would tear down my life and everyone else’s years later. What if I do that?” Fear flooded my chest.
“Oh, Kitten.” He nuzzled me. “You’re not going to do anything remotely like that. Not to mention, you have two alphas in the pack with you that I trust ineffably. Ones that you can go to for a second opinion. Part of the whole reason behind packs is so that alphas have checks and balances. Obviously, the pack you grew up in failed at that. But we won’t because you have Jonas and AJ–and they haveyou.”
“Oh.” I’d never quite considered that. “The parents failed at a lot of things. That’s the main reason we couldn’t date. They didn’t want us to fuck up like them.”
“For fuck’s sake. That’s why? I’d thought they didn’t want you to date because then they’d lose their free labor,” he told me.
My head lolled from side to side. “There definitely was some of that after Creed moved out for engineering school.”
Grif planted a kiss on my temple. “Thank you. That explains so much. While we didn’t have a lot in my family growing up, we had plenty of love. Sure, we got in trouble, certainly us older ones looked after the littles and did chores. No one ever was truly mean.”
“The thing is, none of the alpha parents thought they were being mean when they tore us down. They thought it made us tough.” I sighed. Telling him all this took a load off my chest.
