Page 56 of Patiently Yours
I don’t think,I just pull him down the hallway, as far away from the crowd as I can. He follows me, seemingly composed, but I can smell the spike in his scent as we get further away. The aroma is intoxicating, pulling me deeper under its spell. I pull us into the last door at the end of the hall, which leaves us in some kind of laundry room. Once the door is locked, I turn back to Uriah, my usual shyness evaporating from my heated body.
I tug on his shirt, hard, until our lips meet again. I can’t think about anything but being with this man, in any possible way he’ll have me. Our kiss is passionate, and he deepens it by cradling my face and angling our heads in a way that leaves my knees weak. It’s one of the best kisses I’ve ever had in my life.
I put my hands on his back, scratching slightly as I push my hips against his. I wrap my leg around him and attempt to rub myself against the ridge in his jeans where his cock is hardening. He groans into our kiss, letting me have my way with him.
“Uriah,” I moan between kisses. “I need you.”
He slows the kisses, a quiet grunt leaving him. “I don’t have a condom,” he whispers, a tiny bit of embarrassment on his face. I shake my head.
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control.” I look up at him, my eyes fluttering. “I want to feel you. Is that okay?”
He nods, the tiniest smile pulling at his lips. “Of course. I want what you want.”
I reach down to unzip him, and the second his jeans slack I’m reaching into his waistband and wrapping my hand around him.
He groans at my touch. I try to revel in his reaction, but I’m distracted. He’s large, uncut. But most of all, I’m diverted by the bits of metal that I feel under my palm.
“So, you and Ciro got your nipples pierced, but you also havethis?” I ask, feeling the bars up and down. He hisses at the feeling, his head falling back for a moment before he chuckles.
“Yes, I do.”
“Did you lose another bet?” I waver with a laugh.
He shakes his head. “No. I went alone for this one.”
“Did it hurt?”
“It did, yeah. The lady wasn’t gentle with it either.”
His words evoke a weird emotion within me. I suddenly want to know exactly why it was awomanpiercing his dick, and why she felt like it was okay to not be gentle with it.
Without realizing it, an omega growl emits from my chest. I quickly swallow it back down but the look on his face tells me he heard the very jealous sound.
His eyes sparkles with recognition, a tiny appreciative smile adorning his lips. “Are you feeling jealous, my beautiful Omega? Possessive of your alpha?”
I close my lips together, feeling a blush spread on my cheeks. I am, definitely. But his words make me feel justified, almost like heenjoysthat I’m being proprietorial. I rub my legs together, trying to get any friction to my clit.
Uriah’s hand finds my throat, his fingers giving the slightest pressure. It’s both aggressive and gentle, leaving me panting.
“It’syours,” he declares and it makes me moan. “No one will ever touch me again. No one but you.”
Our lips meet once again and the fervor is heavier than before. He lifts me up and sets me on top of the dryer just before he tugs my pants off as fast as he can, but it doesn’t feelfast enough. When he’s back between my legs, my hands fly to his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down to his thighs. His piercings look intimidating, but they also make my mouth water.
He spreads my legs further before pulling my panties to the side and lining himself up. The anticipation only lasts a second before he pushes in. We both let out a groan at the sensation of coming together.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt this full, and his piercings hit me in all the right places. Uriah is meticulous with his movements, moving slowly until his hips meet mine. There’s a moment of adjusting before he pulls himself all the way out and slams back in, causing my eyes to roll back into my skull. He does it again and a curse leaves my lips.
He begins a rhythm, quickening his thrusts, and I hold onto his biceps for leverage. He watches us where we’re joined, moaning at the sight before meeting my gaze. His hand finds its way back to my throat, securing me in place as his hips piston faster, hitting that place inside me with abandon.
“Fuck.” Our gazes lock as our moans mingle together. I can feel that familiar feeling building, one that I’ve denied myself for so long before I met these boys. They unwind me like no other pack ever has. I feel ready to burst with it, my skin starting to sweat with the weight of it.
I close my eyes, the first signs of a spark shooting through my legs. “Look at me, Stacia,” he rasps. I snap them open and find his heavy-lidded gaze shining upon me. “I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock. I need it.” His fingers give a tiny bit more pressure on the sides of my throat, making me feel revered in his grip.
I’m being fucked mindless, his thrusts never slowing. I grab both of my knees, pulling them further apart, the new angle making me cry out.
“That feels so fucking good.” I think the words are mine, but I can’t comprehend anything other than Uriah’s knot hitting my entrance every time he thrusts in.
I want it, I need it. I don’t think I’ll be able to leave this room without it.
