Page 21 of Sweet Whiskey
Dallas snorts. “Have you met him? He’s in charge of us for a reason.”
“Oh. You all work together? I thought you were friends,” I say, struggling to remember if they already told me that or not. That night is a blur, what happened in the alley overshadowing anything else that happened.
My skin feels prickly, like I’m too hot for my clothes and I want to strip. I also want to roll around in his clothes, and Brooks’s, and Colt’s. God, I want all of them. To gather all their shirts and blanket myself in them.
His scent wraps around me, and I stumble a step into him. Dallas catches me, watching with concern.
“Kinsey?”
I lean forward, inhaling his scent further, and he stiffens. My fingers curl into his shirt as tingling pools in my belly. “You smell so good.” I shouldn’t be able to smell him so prominently. The suppressants are supposed to dull the senses, and even if someone’s pheromones are stronger than normal, they shouldn’t affect me like this. I want to strip him of his shirt, bury myself in his scent. I want to drag it and make a nest—I shake my head.
No.Bad omega, do not go down that road.
His finger caresses my cheek while his breathing picks up. “What do I smell like?”
“Like warm cinnamon and spiced apple,” I whisper. A flash of heat courses through me when he traces my bottom lip. I moan, opening my mouth for him to slip his thumb in, and I curl my tongue around it before he pulls away in a sharp jerk.
He puts his hand on my forehead. “Kinsey, you’re really warm. Are you… Is it possible you’re going into heat?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s too soon.”
When his fingers brush down my neck, as if looking for the perfect spot for a bite, I gasp, and slick fills my panties. My neck tilts subconsciously to the side, giving him a better view. It’s such a submissive position, one I’ve never done for anyone. I whimper, uncomfortable with the way my body seems to be moving instinctually.
“Shit,” he curses. He picks me up, glancing over his shoulder to the librarian before carrying me into the single study room. He sets me on the table before closing the blinds. “I think you’re having a heat spike.” Again. He leaves out the word, but there’s no doubt he knows what happened with Colt in the alleyway.
This time, I nod in agreement and claw at my leggings. Dallas moves between my legs, helping me tug them off, and then he groans. He catches himself on the table as his knees nearly buckle.
“Fuck me, Kinsey. My mouth is watering at the smell of you.”
I whimper, my cheeks flushing as my pussy gushes more slick.
He stands, pushing my thighs to pry my legs apart. “Kinsey, can I?—”
“Dallas! Make me comeright now.” I pant.
“Yes, ma’am.”
A growl rumbles from his throat and I gasp when he rips my panties from me, his tongue swiping my center the next second. My eyes roll back as I shudder from the touch. His moan vibrates against me as he shoves his face deeper, sucking at my swollen clit before lapping up the slick spilling from me. Dallas lets go of my thigh, pushing two large fingers into me. He hums into my drenched flesh, swallowing greedily as my pussy flutters and pushes more slick into his mouth. This is the best and worst part of being an omega. Sex is wonderful, mind-numbing pleasure, but I can rarely achieve it without leaving a mess.
I clench around him as my hands tangle into his hair and I arch, pressing my hips to move with his mouth. His fingers curl, and I’m done. I’ve never been so quick off the trigger before.
My hand slaps over my mouth to hold in my moan as I tremble and shake through my release.His tongue laps up my slick that gushes over his face, and I jerk with each lick, overly sensitive from the pleasure. When Dallas pulls back, his face is glistening and his eyes are dark with arousal, staring down at me.
I’m panting as I use my elbows to push up and grab his face. I kiss him as he groans into my mouth, stepping closer as I taste myself on his lips. Ignoring the hard planes of his abs as my hands trail down, I unbuckle his belt and jeans. His head snaps back, and I know a protest is on his tongue, but I wrap my fist around his thick cock, and he swallows it as his eyes flutter back.
It’s hard, but silky in my hand, throbbing as I start to stroke up and down the length of him. Dallas adjusts his pants, pulling them away so we can both watch me work him over. Saliva pools under my tongue, and I ache to taste him.
“I want to feel you so bad.” I let out a small whine.
He groans, his body curling over me as his hand tightens on my shoulders and his face rests in my hair. My fist bumps into his growing knot, and I gasp when I realize he’s coming. His cock jerks,his cum pooling in my hands as I move to catch it. While the room is going to smell like us for hours, I don’t want to leave any traces of what we’ve been doing. Since I didn’t touch his knot, there’s not as much as usual, and I’m sure he’ll feel the ache to come again later on.
I bring my hand to my mouth, licking at my sticky fingers as Dallas pulls back to watch me. His eyes widen as I clean his cum from my hands. The cock still hanging out of his jeans starts to harden again, and he curses, tucking it into his pants before buckling back up. I’ve never been one to play like this, but just like his scent, his essence is overwhelmingly delicious. I moan, and Dallas shakes his head before taking another step back.
“Kinsey, I’m on the cusp of rutting you.” His voice is deep and desperate.
I whimper, slick leaking out of me, and he turns around, giving me his back while his hands run through his hair. Jumping off the table, I grab my underwear and clean myself between my legs before wiping off the rest of his cum. I move to the side, tucking it into his jean pockets and then pulling on my leggings.
“Okay, I’m covered,” I say as his chest rises and falls in deep breaths.
