Page 39 of Begrudgingly Yours
Something deep down wants to protest, but my pussy flutters around him at the claim, wanting him to pull each and every feeling out of me. Our foreheads meet each other and the desperation I feel claws up my throat. “Please.”
He doesn’t rub my face in it, he just keeps his gaze on mine and reaches his hand between us. The second his thumb starts to circle my clit, the intensity changes. The crest I’m searching for starts to fly toward me at light-speed.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “I can fucking feel how close you are. Holy fuck.” Jett leans his head down so his lips graze over my ear. “Just like that, Rory. I want you to come all over me.”
The huskiness of his voice, the arousal practically dripping off of it, is what sets me off. I feel myself grip him like a vice as my back arches and pushes me off the surface. He groans in my ear, his thumb never stopping. It feels like it lasts forever, and when everything starts to feel too sensitive, his hips falter slightly as he howls out his own release deep inside me.
The second our movements stop, it’s too quiet. Something akin to regret hits me deep down.
What the fuck have I done?
I can feel him smile against my skin just before his hands come to rub my shoulders, and then my neck, before resting on my cheeks. When he sees the look of utter panic on my face, he blanches.
“What—”
“I think you should leave.” The words feel like ash in my mouth. It’s like regret is wrapped around my tongue with a bow, but I don’t take it back. I can’t.
The dusty remorse grows stronger when I see the look on his face.
“What?” he asks, his eyes widening softly. “But…”
I grimace at the softness in his face, watching as the memory from just moments before is already replaying in his mind. My gaze finds his bare skin, his chiseled chest displayed on his lean body, and I swallow down a whine. I stand and wrap my favorite blanket—that I didn’t realize we were fucking on—around my naked torso. “I want you to leave.”
My scent match flinches, and his amber scent seems to shy away in response to my biting tone. “Okay.” He gets up like there’s broken glass spread out along the floor, hesitant as he tries to get dressed as quickly as he can. He avoids my eyes and my heart cracks.
I want to apologize instantly, tell him nevermind and that we can talk about it, but I can’t. I feel too exposed, and I need him to leave so I can feel like I can breathe again. There’s a soreness between my legs, reminding me of how long it’s been and how quickly I let my omega take the reins. She’s a blithering mess inside of me, but I know she won’t let me comfort her. She wants the alpha right in front of us. He’s so close to her grasp, but I won’t let her touch him.
I won’t allow myself to touch him, either. I don’t deserve to.
After he’s finally put his shirt back on—over that amazing V that I didn’t get to appreciate during our hasty encounter—hiseyes meet mine. There’s dejection, shame… emotions that I put there. Again, I have the instinct to apologize but I swallow it down like the whine that’s trapped in my throat.
His mouth gapes open for a moment before closing again. I make my face as impassive as possible, but a traitorous part of me is screaming.
Say something! Please say anything and absolve me from this!
But he doesn’t. He gives me the weakest smile I’ve ever seen before grabbing his boots and walking right out the door. I let the whimper finally escape, and the weight of it knocks me off my feet.
I’m notsure how long I sit there on my knees, shivering, naked underneath the thin blanket I chose, when someone comes in through the front door. I think it’s only been a few minutes, but it feels like an eternity.
“Rory?” I hear, and then there’s someone kneeling next to me, red hair a blur as their hands come to rest on my shoulders. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I mutter, but I don’t think it’s nearly as coherent as I want it to be.
“Rory, did something happen? Did someone break in? The door was already unlocked. Are you okay?”
It’s the serious panic in her voice that causes me to look up at her, finally blinking away the minor dissociation. Opal is looking at me with wide eyes, her worry palpable as she looks over me for any injuries.
“I’m okay,” I finally tell her. “No intruders, I promise. Just me wallowing in my owndespair.”
Opal heaves out a big sigh of relief. “Good,” she says, her head nodding up and down. “Thank god.”
It isn’t until then that I notice she’s slightly shaking. “Oh my god. I’m sorry, Opal. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s fine.” She waves it off and fully sits on the floor with me despite my apparent bareness under the blanket. “This isn’t about me, either, soI’msorry. Those blind datesreallymessed me up. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
I keep my gaze on her for a few more seconds, noticing how she starts to visibly relax. “I still want to throttle Cindy for doing that to you,” I utter under my breath but she still hears it.
“She didn’t…” She trails off. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s tired of fighting me on it or if she’s not so sure herself anymore, but she drops it. “So, what happened? Why are you… likethisin our living room right now?” She gestures towards my body and the way it’s sitting.
