Page 69 of Begrudgingly Yours
“It’s a reasonable fear,” he says. “If I had grown up the way you did, I would probably be the exact same. The fact that you’re going after what you want, what your omega wants, despite that fear…” He pauses. “It’sbrave, Rory.”
My lips flatten into a line. “I don’t feel very brave.”
“You should, though.” He interlaces our fingers under the table, giving me some much-needed support. “Was your dad an omega?”
“No, he was a beta,” I respond. “He smelled like the best kind of fizzy syrup.” A tiny bit of embarrassment seeps out of me at the confession. “I always drink a Cherry Coke before my auditions because it makes me feel like he’s here. Supporting me. Telling me it’s okay if it goes badly or if I don’t get the part.”
Everett smiles at that, his thumb still making circles on my bare skin. “Scents do more than just tell us our emotions. It’s something to hold onto. I’m glad you were able to find something that strengthens that link between you and your dad.”
“Yeah,” I agree, stifling a small smile. “It’s weird that Dax ended up smelling like cherries, huh?”
“Almost as weird as Dax and I being in a pack with your scent match,” he answers, giving me a wink.
Our waiter comes back a moment later with our entrees in hand. I’m so hungry, I just dig in as the most comfortable silence I’ve ever experienced falls over us.
At some point, while I’m mid-bite, Everett’s hand lands onmy leg underneath the table. We’re so close together that I don’t think anyone can see. Not that thereisanything to see, but his hand there conjures images in the forefront of my mind. Images that have no business forming while we’re in this nice establishment.
His fingers are so long…
I swallow harshly at the skin-to-skin contact, taking a sip of my water to quench a different thirst. He notices the reaction (because ofcoursehe does) and squeezes my thigh with intention.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, feigning innocence.
I glare at him over my cup but don’t respond. His hand falls a little bit higher, moving the slightest amount underneath my dress.
“You like it, don’t you?” he whispers, his voice a lulling husk that travels right through my body. “My hand roaming over you in secret… the idea that anyone could look over or catch your scent and know that you’re getting just what you want from your alpha.”
I bite my lip and grit my teeth to keep from groaning. His fingers move closer, skimming the edge of my thong and letting a sliver of cranberry roam free. Everett lets out a satisfied growl as he attempts to look calm and collected next to me.
The fan above us doesn’t help keep our situation discreet, either. I think I hear someone nearby ask the waiter if they sold cranberries here and if something is burning, which makes me snort. The only thing on fire right now is my pussy and I desperately need my date to extinguish it.
The tip of his finger finally finds my clit and—even through my underwear—it’s like a live-wire. My body tenses with anticipation as I clutch the tablecloth as discreetly as I can and let the foreign sensation fall over me.
I never thought I’d be the type of person to enjoy this kindof exhibition but it’s making me sweat. I feel like if I don’t come, I might die.
“Alpha,” I whisper to him. “I need you.”
It’s like a string that snaps.
His hand moves away, which leaves me empty and wanting, but then he pulls me up like I weigh nothing and dumps a handful of bills on the table.
Everett’s hand holds mine firmly as we pass by the hostess table. When our waiter tries to stop us, my alpha mumbles out, “I tipped you more than you earned,” just as we push through the double doors on a mission. I’ve awoken something in him, the beast just below the surface as we walk hand in hand to his car at the corner of the lot.
His silence radiates with an animal-like quality, his primal side present as we get into his truck. I go to buckle up but he stops me. His eyes flash, his alpha making his arrival known as he snarls under his breath as he pulls the cup-holder up, creating a bench seat.
He slides over and pulls me on top of him. I cry out when I feel his hardness slide against me instantly, loving the way my body morphs to his in this tiny space.
“Everett,” I moan, my fingers sliding into his hair. I grip without thinking of the pain, but his mewl of pleasure tells me what he cannot. A wicked smile finds my lips as I look into the feral eyes of my most considerate alpha. He looks at me like he’s hungry, like that twelve ounce steak did nothing to abate his appetite. I think he might be in rut.
“Is my alpha feeling desperate?” I coo at him, teasing him a little bit with the way my core just barely grazes his cock. Even in his most primal state, he doesn’t push. He just grips my hips and clenches his jaw, in dire need of me in a way that leaves me breathless.
I swipe my hips a few more times, causing the pulsations inmy clit to become unbearable. When I sit on him completely, a frustrated sigh escapes.
“Alpha,” I hum against his lips. “Take me. Make me come.”
His mouth meets mine feverously and my ass is exposed in a seconds as he tugs up my dress. His palms cover me, squeezing generously before giving an unexpected clap that makes me groan louder than I should. He nips my bottom lip and fucking rips my thong in half in one heated movement, flinging them to the backseat as I do my part and undo him from his dress pants.
It’s been months since I’ve seen his cock, but it’s still just as glorious. It’s long and veiny, slightly curved in the most unique and individual way. It makes my mouth water, the way his drizzling scent rains over us in the closed-in space, like a cozy picnic in an alcove during a thunderstorm.
