Page 57 of Running on Empty

“You’re gonna take me,” he ground out, the cords in his neck standing proud. “You’re gonna take all of me, aren’t you, omega?”

“Fuck’s sake, Ronan…” Ash started to say and for just a second I let my eyes flick up, meeting his in the rear vision mirror, holding his gaze for longer than it was safe, so he was forced to watch the moment I started to take his brother’s knot.

I hope he didn’t watch for too long, Jax’s hand slapping down on top of ours as I started to move with an instinctual knowledge. I was an omega, made for just this, to part, to take everything my alpha had to give, to envelope the most tender part in him, even as the most beautiful of aches started up. Our teeth locked down, frustrated little groans trickling through, right up until I felt that explosive moment when my body relented and let him in, the hard lump of him locking down behind my pelvic bone.

“Stevie…”

Ronan was wide-eyed, panting hard, looking like he’d been poleaxed right now and that’s when I struck. If I was his star, he was my sweet darkness, a side of myself I embraced thoroughly as I slammed my mouth into Ronan’s neck and my jaws clamped down.

Alphas traditionally are the ones to do the biting, but I guess we had an unconventional pack and so it made sense the job fell to me. I had to, the ache in my fangs and the other in my jaw didn’t ease until I tasted his blood, felt his flesh give beneath me. And while I marked him as mine, his arms went around me, cradling close, holding me so gently as I completed this savage act.

“Fuck, Stevie…” he whispered, over and over and that’s when it all came to a head. Like a match thrown on dry tinder, it felt like a fire burned through him, through me, eating up all of the shit of before and just leaving this.

“My mate…” I gasped out finally and he held me tighter then.

“Aways,” he agreed. “Fucking always.”

Chapter33

Ronan held me close the whole ride home. We were locked together, his knot only going down when we rolled into the underground car park in the bunker, his cum splattering my thighs as he pulled free. He looked around for his shirt to clean up the mess when Jax handed him a bundle.

“Here.”

Jax couldn’t seem to stop looking at the bleeding mark on his brother’s neck. I’d bitten hard, deeper than needed and didn’t Ronan look like the cat who got the cream as a result. But he moved carefully, cleaning me up in time for Ash to jerk open the back door of the car.

“We need to talk,” he announced.

“Not right now we don’t,” Ronan said, pulling down my shirt for modesty’s sake, then carrying me out of the car. The dads all had raucous things to say about that, but I couldn’t hear it, not as Ash scowled. “I’m going into my room with my mate to celebrate smoking that cunt’s arse. Don’t bother waking us in the morning because we’ll be sleeping late.”

It was as if what happened blasted away all reticence in Ronan, something reinforced when he kicked his bedroom door shut and then laid me down on his bed.

“If you’re too sore—?”

“I’m not,” I replied.

“If you just want to cuddle—”

“You’ll give me that as well.”

I loved being able to say that with certainty now, because I felt it, beating deep and true in my heart. Ronan would be my everything, if I wanted.

“Yes, I will,” he said, as if he heard my very thoughts, then kissed my mouth before I could ask questions, making it a much slower, more thorough than before. In the car it’d been a kind of battle fever, but now? He paused for just a moment, staring into my eyes, as if he wanted me to witness this moment of vulnerability. “Anything for you, beautiful.” But there was a question in his eyes as he slid my shirt up slowly enough for me to stop him and I answered by pulling it off, flicking open my bra clasp and then pulling that free too. He nodded then, kissing me again before pulling back to remove what was left of his clothes before I stopped him.

I wanted to be the one to do it now, all of the things. To pull his clothes on when we went to take down my enemies and then peel away the blood soaked cloth when we were done. He was my warrior, the knife in my hand, and I pressed a kiss to his hip bone, his hand sliding down to cup my head when I did, watching me when I pulled back. I worked his jeans lower, unable to look away until I had him stripped bare, his eyes narrowing when I licked a stripe up the entire length of his cock.

“No, Stevie, not—”

Any protest was choked off as I swallowed him down, his cock feeling like it hadn’t gone soft for a second. I didn’t finesse it, didn’t play with long, slow sucks, doing my best to swallow as much of him as I could, needing it, that connection again, right as he pulled me free.

“I don’t need that. I love it,” he amended, slightly sheepish. “But I am already so fucking hard. Your scent is in my nose and it’s so fucking sweet. My mouth is watering for it.” My brows creased slightly. “You’re gonna let me taste you, aren’t you, omega?”

“But I’m full of your—”

His grin was lopsided as he tilted his head.

“Can’t let a little creampie get in the way of going down on my girl. If you had any idea how often I dreamed about it, you’d know how little I cared…” His eyes seemed to turn into liquid fire right then, his smile fading. “I made a mess, now make me clean it up.”

As my hand snapped out, my clit throbbed traitorously. I could almost feel his tongue along my folds right now and when my pathetic attempt at protesting was brushed aside, the real me was able to surface. The one that was hungry for everything he had to give, wanting, no, demanding he did everything he described and more. She grabbed a bunch of his hair, he smiled as he made a show of resisting, even as his eyes rolled up to meet mine as I ‘forced’ him down between my legs. I swung one over his shoulder, his eyes heating as I was split open for him.

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