13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

BLAKE

H ow the fuck was I meant to focus on anything else when Inika had come to me and asked me to fuck her through her heat?

The entire day was a write-off.

Fortunately, my task today was creating the decorative ceiling boss that sat in the central point of the arches, which was fiddly enough to make time pass quickly, but artistic enough that it didn't demand perfection the way the smooth plasterwork on the ceiling did.

By quarter to three, I was showered and ready, eagerly awaiting Inika's arrival in the spare room.

Leo: Can you watch Freya tonight?

I exhaled heavily, regretting checking my phone at all.

Blake: Why?

Leo: There's a new club just opened up that I want to visit.

Ah. He hadn't been able to build bridges with Ronnie again then. Good . Then again, there was always a chance that whatever hole he was heading to tonight was even worse than Leviathan .

Leo: If you say no, Dad will cancel his plans to have dinner with Jasper.

Manipulative little fuck .

Blake: Fine.

Dad deserved a night off—or several. He was retired and his kids were grown. Instead, he probably did at least as much child rearing now as he'd done when Leo and I were young, considering Mum had been our primary caregiver.

Inika let herself into the room quietly, wearing a loose-fitting black dress that I was convinced was hiding some elaborate lace contraption underneath, though I didn't know where that idea had come from.

Immediately, I was aware that Inika's body language wasn't as relaxed as it usually was. Her smile was there, but it was a little less sure than normal. Her scent wasn't broadcasting distress, but she didn't have slick pooling in her knickers yet either.

Of course not, you fucking asshole. You rejected her this morning.

I hadn't necessarily thought of it as a rejection at the time. It wasn't as though I didn't want to spend Inika's heat with her—I did. More than anything. But five days away would be an unfair burden to place on Dad, who'd have to pick up Leo's slack all on his own.

"Come here," I said gently, opening my arms and waiting for Inika to close the distance between us. I was rusty as fuck when it came to providing comfort—if I'd ever had the skill in the first place—but I'd try for her.

She walked into my embrace like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I grabbed her waist, lifting her up until she wrapped her arms and legs around me, clinging on like a koala.

"What are you wearing, hm?" I murmured teasingly, shifting my arms to beneath her ass to support her. Whatever she had on under that loose dress felt very… structured.

"Slutty corset," Inika mumbled.

"Sounds delightful."

She leaned back so she could look into my eyes, shifting her weight to my arms, entirely confident that I would hold her steady.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Inika pursed her lips, looking considering. "Yes. I think."

I walked us over to the bed, sitting down on the edge while Inika adjusted her position to sit more securely on my lap.

"Is it about our conversation this morning?"

"A little, but not entirely. I had a difficult conversation with my friends and my parents this morning. Setting boundaries, I suppose. Asserting a little more authority over my own life."

"How did that go?" I asked, feeling oddly proud. That wasn't an easy task for any omega to undertake, and I imagined it was even harder for Inika, who had an additional weight of expectation to carry.

"I've been too scared to look at my phone all day, so it's been fine. I imagine once I do, I'll feel infinitely worse."

I pulled her in close, cuddling her tightly. Giving her that sense of strength and safety that alphas were meant to provide, though we so often failed at it.

"Sorry," Inika sighed. "This isn't what you came here for."

"I came here for you," I replied instantly. "This is fine, Inika. More than fine. Though, if you want to take the dress off and cuddle in your slutty corset, I'd also be on board with that."

Inika laughed, leaning back again, the ends of her hair tickling my hand. When she straightened, we were nearly nose-to-nose, and the temptation was too great to resist. Gently, so that she had plenty of time to move away, I gripped her chin, moving forward to brush my lips softly, experimentally against hers.

She chased me as I pulled back, grabbing my shoulders and holding on as she kissed me back. And then there was nothing soft or experimental about it.

The gentle nip of her teeth on my lower lip sent a shudder down my spine and all the blood in my body to my cock. The mood had shifted in an instant. Was it too much? Was I rushing her? It was hard to think when Inika was grinding her clit against the bulge in my jeans.

She pulled the dress out of the way for better friction, before yanking it off completely and dropping it on the floor.

"Princess…" I rumbled, an embarrassingly eager purr exploding out of my chest. "Look at you."

She flashed me a smug grin, clearly very pleased with the reaction she'd elicited. The corset was black and silky, pushing her breasts up high, practically begging for my mouth. In contrast, the knickers were a rough black lace, and she was practically riding the strip of fabric, slick seeping through it onto my jeans.

"You don't need to be gentle with me," Inika reminded me, digging her nails into my shoulders. "The cuddles were very sweet and appreciated, but you know I like the way we play."

"Remind me of your safe word."

"Audit," Inika replied patiently. She leaned in, pressing an almost sweet kiss to my lips before climbing off my lap and kneeling on the floor at my feet. My zipper was torturous, and I exhaled in relief as I pulled out down, releasing my dick from its prison.

"What do you want me to do, alpha?" Inika asked breathlessly, kneeling on the floor and staring up at me with wide, trusting eyes. That look made something twist sharply in my chest. It was so… precious. So fragile.

But she wanted me to fuck her, not coddle her, and I wasn't about to disappoint.

"Worship my cock, omega."

Inika melted into sub space instantly, shifting forwards until she was situated between my spread legs. I was already lazily fisting my shaft, my dick hard as steel. Shit. Don't embarrass yourself . Inika had been having a rough couple of days and I didn't want to add to that with a poor performance.

I removed my hand as Inika lifted herself up on her knees, nuzzling her cheek against my shaft. This was a bad idea. I was never going to last if she kept this up. She locked eyes with me as she licked from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head and swiping up the precum that had been beading there. With a moan like she'd never tasted anything better in her life, she repeated the process, this time spending a little longer playing with the tip, massaging it with her tongue.

The entire time, her hands were never still. She rubbed my thighs, dug her nails into my abs, occasionally massaged my balls and the base of my knot. It could have been minutes or hours, I had no idea. It took me an embarrassingly long time to notice that she was edging me, when I'd been so confident that I was the one in charge here.

"Take off your knickers," I growled, gently lifting her off my cock by her hair.

Inika's lips were swollen, her eyes hazy as she looked up at me, shimmying out of her knickers while kneeling on the floor.

"Hold them up," I commanded before she could toss them aside. Inika's perfume grew impossibly thicker, her face burning with embarrassment as she held up the sodden scrap of lace. "How wet are they?"

"Wet," she rasped.

"You've barely checked, princess. You can do better than that. Put some effort in."

Inika glanced quickly at the fabric as she smoothed out the scrunched-up fabric, holding it up for me. "They're wet."

I tutted impatiently, making her perfume again. "Show me the gusset."

Inika whimpered as she turned over the fabric in her hand to show me the glistening crotch.

"Pass them here."

The sound she made was somewhere between a moan and a whine as she deposited the material into my hand.

"Now, this—" I rubbed the sticky gusset between my fingers, holding them up so she could see her slick shining on my skin. "Is more than just wet . These are ruined, aren't they? We need to get you some water, princess. You must be thirsty."

"I don't need water. I need cum."

"Greedy little slut," I replied affectionately. Inika's fingers were between her thighs before I'd even finished the sentence, eagerly playing with her clit. "Get on my lap and ride me."

Inika climbed onto the bed in an instant, her knees landing on either side of my thighs, slick dripping onto my cock as she lined herself up over me. Her perfect tits were in my face, and I pulled them over the top of the corset so I could worship each nipple in turn, firmly gripping each breast to hold her in place while she whined and tried to lower herself down on my cock.

"Patience," I chided, releasing her nipple with a pop. "How do you get any work done when you're panting after my cock all day, princess? It must be very distracting for you."

"You have no idea," Inika muttered, breaking character as she sank down on my dick, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

She reached behind her, bracing her hands on my knees and rolling her hips, fucking me slowly and giving me the prettiest view I'd ever had in my life. Tits out, throat exposed, hair trailing down her back…

I memorised every inch of her.

"Are you putting on a show for me, omega?"

Inika nodded, letting out a rasping moan of pleasure as I circled her clit with my thumb.

"Cute." I pinched her clit lightly with my thumb and forefinger, and Inika arched her back instantly, trying to get closer. "Is that the best you can do, princess? Fuck me properly."

She was already a little cock drunk and sloppy as she clumsily grabbed my shoulders again, shifting her weight forwards for better leverage. Eventually, I'd bounce her on my dick and stuff her full of my knot, but not yet.

The anticipation made it all the sweeter.

"Blake," Inika whined, lifting herself up slowly before dropping back down onto my lap. "Help me."

"Those Pilates muscles hurting, princess?" I asked, kneading the back of her thighs.

She made a muffled sound of agreement, skin glowing with a fine sheen of sweet. "I need to come. I need your knot. Please ."

"Well, since you asked so nicely…"

I fell back on the bed, pulling her down with me before holding her up by her hips, thrusting up into her until I couldn't take it anymore, and rolling us.

Inika's dark hair fanned out around her head, a stark contrast against the white sheets. I hooked the back of her knees behind my forearms, pinning them up while I fucked her into the mattress, bumping her up the bed with each movement.

She circled her clit roughly with her fingers and that was it. The moment she clenched around me, I was done for, my knot swelling faster than it ever had in its life, like it was taking no chances about locking us together.

I moved my arms out of the way so she could lower her feet to the mattress, and she immediately unfastened the front clasps of the corset, letting it fall open to either side of her.

"That's not going to help this go down any faster," I muttered, keeping myself lifted on my forearms so I could admire the dips and curves of her body.

"Sorry," Inika replied serenely.

I snorted. "Minx."

She seemed surprised as I leaned down to kiss her, though she immediately reciprocated, her fingers finding that magical spot on my neck again.

Why hadn't I been kissing her this whole time? What was wrong with me?

Inika hummed contentedly, giving me a lazy smile as she flopped back onto the mattress. "I can't believe you made me hold up my knickers for you."

"Liked that, did you?"

"What does that say about me?" Inika mused. "No, don't answer that question."

"Yeah, let's not. I don't want to examine why I want to do the things I do to you."

"Well, a lid for every pot, as the saying goes," she shot back with a flirtatious smile.

I didn't even want to think about that. I couldn't let myself think that Inika was my perfect fit. If I did, I'd never let her go.

And if I kept her, I'd never make her happy.