Page 58 of Begrudgingly Yours
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I try to smile casually, and because the silence is scary, I say, “There’s a few angels downstairs talking about you.”
His eyes widen as I cringe. Before I can say nevermind, he says, “Those are sorority girls from Beta Gamma. Their president is helping Sam with our benefit this month.”
I nod, embarrassment reflecting on my cheeks. “They weren’t really talking about business, but sure. Youarethe social chair.”
His face turns serious. It’s a foreign look for him that I haven’t seen very often, but something about it sends a shiver down my spine. He leans in close. “I don’t want an angel. Do you know what I want?”
I swallow roughly. “What?”
His eyes trail over my face, like he’s memorizing every detail of it. “The goddess of the underworld.”
My breath hitches. “She’s not a very soft choice.”
His hand raises and I let him brush a finger at my jaw with the most gentle, feather-like touch. “I don’t want soft.”
It’s like a rubber band snaps as I close the space between us. The reasons not to were heavily outweighed by the demanding desire throughout my entire body. His lips move over mine and there’s not a second of awkward fumbling or trying to get in the groove, we fall right into it like it’s second nature.
One of his arms skates around my back and pulls me into him, leaving me flushed against him. Every muscle that I’ve tried hard not to think about for months is now pressing against me in the most delectable way. I moan in my throat and open my mouth for him when I feel his tongue swipe across my lower lip. I’m putty in his hands, and I can’t find a single logical reason to stop it.
Dax lifts me up and places me on the sink counter. The cold surface should bother me, but it cuts through my dress and cools me down a bit. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer, longing to feel him against me. His cock is hard and he lets out a low groan at the feeling of us together. He moves his hips and slides his fingers into my hair as his hips piston against mine, sliding over me with every thrust.
“Fuck,” he moans and pulls back to look at me. “You’reeverything.”
The words should scare me, but instead I feel myself preening as he continues to work us into a dry frenzy. Our scents are so intermingled that it smells like one aroma, and the thought alone causes me to let out a whimper.
“I know, baby,” he says as he moves his lips down my jaw and to my throat. “Let me take care of it for you. Please.”
His hand moves to my thigh and grips, but doesn’t advance. It sits there, clutching the fabric of my long dress, and he waits for my permission.
I know we’re standing at a line right now, and that things will change if we cross it, but I feel myself metaphorically pulling my foot up so we can step over.
So I let my omega take the reins, knowing she will obliterate the line for me.
“Alpha,” I whisper. “Take care of me.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “Yes, Omega.”
I expect a quick push and shove of my dress and his pants,but Dax surprises me by getting down on his knees. The sight is intoxicating, this buff alpha finding solace in being underneath me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He starts to slowly but surely pull up my dress, bringing it closer and closer to my waist. His smile is devious, determined, and I fall a bit harder for him in this moment as he lets his playfulness soar amongst the urgency.
“I am taking care of you,” he murmurs before letting his lips fall to the inside of my knee. He kisses me there and the feeling of his lips on my bare skin sends goosebumps throughout my body. They travel upwards, kissing and nipping and biting along every sliver they can find. My dress is left in bundles around me on the countertop. “I’ve been waiting to do this again for so long.”
My inner thigh tingles as he crests closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. I’m pulled tight. My perfume is pouring out in anticipation as he teases me, caressing me with his palms and looking up at me with heat in his eyes.
“Dax,” I whisper. I give a silent plea, needing him desperately but not wanting to voice it.
He catches on to that and gives me a soft nip right next to my slick-soaked panties. They’re a sexy black pair, all lace.
He admires them, his thumb barely brushing over the wet spot that seems to be a beacon for his eyes. “These are lovely. Were you expecting someone to see them tonight?” he asks as he takes them by the sides and pulls them off me completely. When he’s back between my legs, I let them fall open eagerly.
“I thought it fit the character,” I let out huskily.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “Always the artist.” And then he’s licking a line up the middle of me so fast I can barely process. My head falls back and I let out a relieved moan at the sensation. I feel Dax chuckle against me and I can feel the vibrationsit causes right against every sensitive spot. The feeling is foreign, and I find that the untimely amusement is such a Dax move that I love it instantly.
My fingers find their way into his hair and he starts a steady rhythm against my clit, maneuvering his tongue in a way that leaves my vision spotty. I’m not expecting the sparks of an orgasm to start so soon, but I feel wound up so tight I’m going to combust. I whimper at the force of everything and hold Dax tightly against me. He lets out a groan as my hips start to move on their own accord, riding his mouth as precisely as I can as I chase the feeling that needs to burst from my body.
