Page 59 of Begrudgingly Yours
The feeling is held just out of reach. I grind against him, feeling my body move in a way that shouldn’t really be possible. If we’re being loud, I can’t tell and I definitely don’t care. All I care about is my alpha’s tongue on me and his hands gripping my thighs tightly as he continues to pleasure me with quick laps.
“P-Pleas—” I start to pant, but before I can even get the plea out, Dax’s fingers are at my entrance and pushing in, sliding against all the best parts. I instantly squeeze around him, and the pressure from his tongue and his digits as they slightly curl is enough for the dam to break and everything to start flooding out. I let out a long moan as my body tenses and bends, feeling the powerful sensation as it travels through every nerve-ending.
It feels like it goes on forever, and when I finally come back to my body, Dax is still licking me, just softer, giving me every lingering aftershock he possibly can. When the sensitivity kicks in, I give a tired laugh and tug on his hair gently.
He pulls back and—literally—licks his lips. It causes my stomach to flutter again just before he stands up and leans down to kiss me. I can taste myself on him and the realization makes me sigh with relief.
I feel like I’ve claimed him in some way, and although I should be worried about that thought, my omega is content and satiated in my chest.
He pulls back and looks at me, a warmth shining in his eyes instead of his usual cockiness. He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear and lets his hand linger on my cheek. “Omega,” he whispers so quietly that I almost don’t hear him. When he gets close enough to kiss me again, I feel him, hard and restrained in his stupid Indiana Jones khakis.
I reach out for him, but before I can unbutton his pants, he goes to hold my hands in his. “Not tonight. Tonight was about you, Omega.”
I scrunch my nose and pout, especially when I inhale more of his dark cherry scent. “But… it’s your birthday.”
Dax shakes his head. “This was the best birthday present I could have ever gotten.”
I reach around and hug him, my chin resting on his chest as I look up into his stunning blue eyes. “Next time, then,” I respond as I cup him possessively.
Dax grunts and pulls back to adjust himself. As soon as he finishes, the door swings open and we both gasp but then let the shock fall away when we see who it is.
Jett stops when he sees us, taking in the scene before him. He must realize what we were doing from the state of us (Dax literally has blue body paint all over him) and how strong the scent is, but he doesn’t seem upset. Instead, his thumb goes over his shoulder as he points at the door. “You guys know the door is unlocked, right?”
Dax and I look at each other before we burst into laughter.
TWENTY-NINE
“I can’t believe how often you visit campus considering you don’t go here anymore.”
Stacia smiles and gives a small shrug. “I guess a part of me must miss it. Subconsciously, of course. And I like getting dinner with you.”
I hook our arms together as we come upon the parking lot. Uriah is in his car not too far away and I’m dreading the rehearsal I have to go to after Stacia leaves.
Mainly because my professor is the devil and Nicole is one of his minions. But then I think about Jett and—funnily enough—the dread doesn’t feel as awful. Maybe because knowing that I have at least one person in my corner at rehearsal is enough to muster up enough confidence to get through it.
As if I summoned him by my thoughts, Jett comes around the corner of the building, likely heading to rehearsal as well. I expect to feel anxiety when I see him, but instead my omega urges me to run after him. I’m surprised by my own willingness to listen.
“I can feel you practically salivating to go over to him,”Stacia murmurs and I jump because I had no idea she was still here.
“Oh shut up.” I swat at her, only feeling a tiny bit embarrassed. I did my fair share of teasing when she was being courted so I don’t have room to talk.
“I’m guessing you’re finally ready to reciprocate their intentions?” She asks with seriousness.
When I look over at her, she gives me an understanding expression, which allows me to feel comfortable enough to say, “Yeah, I think I’m ready.”
My best friend smiles sincerely and it brings back memories of when we met in high school. Both of our worlds were crumbling, but we found lifelines in each other. It’s bittersweet now, for us each to have other people we can now go to in a pinch.
But no matter what, I’ll still always go to her first. Without any question or doubt, because she’s my person.
“Well, then go to him,” she encourages, pushing me in a way that makes me stumble a step. I laugh but I don’t need any more of a push as I take off to catch up to my scent match.
Honestly, he didn’t make it far. When I jog up beside him, he greets me with an expected smile. “Took you long enough.”
I scoff at him. “What? Were you waiting on me?”
He gives me a nonchalant shrug. “Just started going less than one mile an hour and still waited an eternity, twilight.”
My face scrunches, but not in disgust. The nickname doesn’t irritate me like it used to. It actually feels nice, like he’s always tried to show me that heseesme without having to tell me.
