52. Resa

Chapter 52

Resa

H is fingers grip the hem of my hospital gown as I lean in, dragging in that delicious scent of potent alpha pheromones.

I run the tip of my nose along his jaw, inhaling as I rock my hips up and down, slowly riding the hard ridge of his cock. But I keep my hands to myself for now. One touch and I know I'm gone. Completely.

Garrison's eyes are wild, hazel and flecked gold holding me hostage. His hands shake as he gently eases my gown up, exposing my heated thighs and soaked panties to the cool air.

He's on the edge of control, needy for me, and he waits.

For me.

I touch my lips to his, keeping my eyes open as every inch of my body ignites at that first touch. My nipples pebble and my body softens against hard muscle. And that taste. His scent…

Fuck. I need more. I draw his bottom lip into my mouth. Suck it.

His fingers tighten in my gown a split second before he hauls me close. We slam together as my tongue tangles with his and he growls in my mouth.

Material tears and my back thumps on the mattress. And my gown? I'm no longer wearing it.

Garrison breaks the kiss, breathing hard, eyes not just hungry but starving. "Sorry. I can't?—"

Don't care. I drag him down for more, twisting under him, arching my hips when it's not enough. Needing his clothes gone. Wishing my panties away so it's bare skin on bare.

He pulls away.

I whimper in complaint, arching my back as I reach to drag him close. But he's not gone far. He's shrugging out of his shirt, buttons popping as he shoves the offending material away, and then he's back again.

I sigh, needing more touch. More kisses. More everything.

I suck it up.

My breasts are swollen, aching. My skin burns, and as I slide my legs around his hips, slick drips from my core. I'm ready for him, so ready. Why isn't he taking me?

Begging spills from my lips as I try to impale myself on his cock.

The way it's always gone before.

Flashbacks slam into me and I shove away memories I wish I could forget.

Garrison pulls away.

My eyes fly open.

His breathing is a series of heavy pants. A tremble shakes his body so hard, I know he's fighting instincts to roll me onto my belly, shove a thigh between mine to hold me open and slam himself deep.

My core pulses, more slick dripping from it, soaking already wet panties at the thought of him filling me up, riding me deep.

"Not like this," he growls.

What other way is there?

"Garrison?" I'm ready to beg, but he's kissing his way down my body, large hands stroking my panties down my legs as he goes.

Oh God. His mouth settles on my right breast, then my left, teasing my nipples, making me thrash as he sucks and drags the edge of his teeth over the swell of each.

I bury my hands in his hair, hips rocking as I pant out his name.

He moves on, groaning and inhaling.

He nudges my thighs farther apart and laps between them.

My fingers clamp in his hair, holding him right there, as my mind and my body short-circuits. This is the time for an alpha to take what he wants, to claim the omega begging for his knot. This isn't the time for him to care about making her feel good first.

None of them ever have before.

His eyes hook mine and his fingers clamp my hips, lifting me up off the bed as his tongue spears into me.

The sound he draws from me could be a moan, a gasp, or a whimper. He groans in response and sucks harder.

I shatter.

Seconds or minutes later, I blink my eyes open.

The sight of Garrison makes my breath catch in my throat. He's naked, on his knees between my thighs, one hand gripping the base of his glistening cock.

I forget to breathe.

"Stay open like this for me, sweet Resa," he breathes.

I need him inside me, to fill me up, to lock us together, knot me until I scream. But first, I need to taste.

I move toward him.

"No, Resa. Let me?—"

I lick him, and then I suck. His head falls back and one hand fists my hair.

"Sweet…" I don't know what else Garrison mutters. Don't know what he groans as his fingers comb through my hair.

It's too much.

I'm burning too hot. My fingers delve between my thighs as I suck. He thrusts, his cock bumping my tongue, edging deeper into my throat. He moves with me, his hand tilting my head back as a groan of pleasure bursts from his lips.

I don't realize I've closed my eyes until he breathes.

"My sweet Resa."

My eyes flutter open.

He's staring down at me, hunger and desperation hardening his face.

For one long second, we stare at each other.

He slowly draws me back, his cock popping out of my mouth. "Enough," he growls as he pulls my hand from between my thigh and lifts my fingers to his mouth.

I watch, breathing unsteadily as he sucks each digit into his mouth, eyes fused to mine. I feel the pressure of each pull between my thighs.

"Are you ready for my knot?"

His voice is pure carnal need. Instantly, my body responds to it. I sink back, widening my slick-dampened thighs, making a space for him between them. "Give it to me. Please ."

Pleasure and approval meld into an expression I savor.

He sinks into me, his arms hooking under my knees, holding me open as he tucks himself against me. His cock is at my entrance, and eyes burning a million degrees.

I'm dripping, my slick coating his bulbus tip as I rub myself on him.

He swivels his hips, pushing in, almost too big to fit. He will fit. My body was made to stretch and take the added pressure of an alpha's knot. His cock presses into me as I dig my nails into his back and a moan tears from my throat. So good.

He levers more of his weight onto me, never looking away as he tunnels into me, retreats and pushes deeper.

Sweat coats his brow. He's breathing hard, almost as hard as I am. But he takes his time working himself deep, dropping kisses on my lips, muttering my name, reassurances, and praises as he thrusts and retreats.

And then he's in, throbbing hot and deep inside me. Resting his forehead on mine, he groans. "Can't hold back more."

His muscles tremble as he fights instincts demanding he ride me hard. Instincts I wish he would stop fighting and fuck me the way I need him too.

I've never fucked an alpha face to face before. They shove me, pin, take what they want for me and leave me to pick myself up, clean myself up, and quietly cry myself to sleep with my face turned to a wall.

This is… different.

This feels so different.

Garrison's eyes never leave mine as he slowly pumps. My pussy clenches around him, and he dips his head to claim my lips in a sumptuous kiss.

His pelvis hits mine and he touches the end of me.

It isn't enough. I rake my nails down his back, grip his ass and lift my hips up to meet his next heavy thrust.

He releases a groan of such desperate need into my mouth, and then his control snaps.

His hips slap against mine.

My climax tears through me as Garrison rips his mouth from mine and strains deep.

I cry out, arching under him as his cock flares, base swelling and swelling until it locks us together. My eyes roll back as pressure and pleasure shove me into another explosive climax.

I have my legs curled around Garrison's body and his breathing is loud in my ear as his fingers spasm on my hips, filling me with his come. He's locked inside me; his cock is twitching, forcing me to take every bit of the come he empties into me. He can't move, and neither can I.

I squeeze my eyes shut, angling my head away as I wait for him to slip out. With the desperate roaring need for his knot eased—for now at least—tension stiffens my spine.

Garrison, who is surprisingly not crushing me despite his larger, heavier body, trails a series of soft kisses along my throat.

My eyes flutter open and my voice is husky as I ask, "Garrison. What are you doing?"

He slides his palm up my right arm and cradles the back of my neck. "What does it look like? Caring for my omega."

He slants his head, giving me a deep, open mouth kiss before I can tell him I'm really not his omega. And as the kiss extends, I start to feel like maybe I am. Because he's proving time after time that he knows how to take care of me.

Minutes later, his knot releases me, and he eases out of me as he gently turns me.

"Garrison?" I cry out as my stomach cramps. "I need?—"

But he's kissing the back of my throat as he parts my thighs and pushes back into me. My head lowers to the bed. This new position with his body stretched out on top of mine, my legs slightly parted, as he thrusts into me, adds a new depth that steals the breath from my lungs.

"Resa?" he growls against my throat.

I'm burning up inside as I moan into the mattress, but that soft note in his voice compels me to lift my head and turn to look at him.

We look at each other as he grinds each inch into me.

"Yes?" I gasp.

He thrusts, the corners of his eyes pinching as his muscled thighs hold me in place. "Need to see I'm giving you everything you need."

"Oh…" I moan as he rolls his hips.

"You fight to keep me inside you, sweet Resa," he grunts as he swivels his hips again. "You make pulling out the last thing I want."

I drag in a ragged breath and moan, "So stay."

He stops thrusting. I hadn't thought he would. He lies half on top of me, careful not to crush me as his cock throbs inside me.

He doesn't move, and it is killing me that he isn't.

"Garrison…" I whimper, writhing. "I need…"

He presses his head to mine. "I feel you squeezing me, Resa. I feel you coming." He groans, a sound ripped from deep in his chest, and I can't wait any longer.

"Garrison…" I grab a pillow, clinging to it as my climax hits. As my body tightens around him, he crashes his mouth to mine, gasping as his cock swells, the base locking us together.

Time loses all meaning.

When I'm awake, minutes pass, or maybe an hour, and I burn from the inside out. I cry out, needing relief and for Garrison to put out the fire. And he's there.

The burn eases, but my need for Garrison grows more intense each time we come together, and I don't know why.

I don't remember falling asleep.

I wake with a clean body and my head in Garrison's lap. He brushes the hair back from my face, watching me carefully as he feeds me cut up fruit and chicken, between small sips of water that someone—maybe him, maybe Lex, or Vaughn—brought up.

His concerned eyes rove my face, as if waiting to give me the next thing I need.

He's there when the next stomach cramp hits, nudging my thighs open and slipping inside to knot me until he extinguishes the fire.

I sleep again.

Moonlight peeks through almost closed drapes, and my stomach cramping isn't the thing that woke me this time.

The soft kiss on my lips, the slow trail of fingers down my spine, does that.

Garrison is on his side, facing me, and his expression is soft. "Do you need?"

I open my mouth to tell him my cramp isn't so bad, that my breasts aren't as sore, and I think my heat is nearly over. Instead, I say…

"Yes."

He draws me close, lips claiming mine. We wind our arms and legs around each other as he thrusts inside me.

He doesn't look away. Neither do I.

His hand is on the small of my back, urging me toward him as we rock together.

"Garrison," I moan, clinging to him as my climax races closer.

"I know." He pulls me into his arms, so tight, no part of me isn't touching him. "Let me give you everything you need, Resa."

He doesn't let me go.

Not after I slump against his chest when sleep insistently tugs at me.

Not even after his knot releases me and he has no reason to cling to me as hard as he is.

He holds me like he intends to keep me in his arms forever.