9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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F ortunately, I had plenty to do at Inika's house now that the replacement laths were in and the plastering could begin. If I didn't have that to keep my hands occupied during the day, I would have bust into her office like a fucking lunatic and bent her over the desk. The idea had been tempting me—or rather haunting me—all weekend.

Why had Inika come down to Streatham? There was no possible scenario where she needed to hand deliver my wallet to me. There was an entire fleet of staff here. She could have tasked any of them with driving out to Streatham if she'd felt so strongly about getting it back to me that day. Or I could have come to her—I would have happily done so after Freya's dance class. I'd told her that, hadn't I?

I'd been mulling it over all weekend, and decided that it was either Inika's way of scoping out the alpha she was sleeping with, or she'd just wanted a little taste of life outside of her gilded mansion. First option was entirely reasonable, though she should have brought someone with her for safety purposes if that was the case. And the second one didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. At no point had Inika made me or Freya feel like zoo animals that she was studying. If the greasy spoon we'd gone to was any different from her usual eateries, she hadn't let on.

In all honestly, she'd been incredible with Freya. The kid had talked about her non-stop ever since, which had made for an awkward conversation with Dad about why we'd been having tea and cake with my posh client on a Saturday morning in Streatham.

The whole thing had got my head so fucking scrambled, I didn't know what to think. Sleeping with her again was either the best idea I'd ever had or the worst.

I cleaned up for the day before trudging to the guest bathroom to shower, scrubbing the plaster off me with a pumice stone. It didn't make me feel clean enough to touch Inika, but she seemed to enjoy having my filthy hands all over her.

It was probably just the novelty of it all, but I wasn't going to question my good fortune.

By the time I emerged, I could hear the sound of the television in the spare room filtering down the empty hallway. She was there. Lounging around, watching TV. The sound activated the alpha urge within me to hunt, to dominate, to take . The pretty princess omega was toying with me, and it was working a fucking treat.

Like last time, she'd left the door to the spare bedroom wide open, making my territorial instincts go into overdrive, although there was no one else up here. The very possibility that someone might see her like this made a growl rumble impatiently out of my chest.

Which only deepened at the sight of the thigh-high stockings. Black ones, which she'd paired with a black scrap of a dress that I seriously hoped wasn't meant to be worn out in public.

With a dangerously angelic smile, Inika looked over at me, patting the empty spot on the mattress next to her. "Hi alpha. I'm watching a movie. Want to join me?"

Ah, she wanted to play. I stepped into the room behind her, snicking the door shut.

I could play.

"I'm here to work, Inika."

Inika pulled out her best omega pout, the kind that made me want to wrap her in soft blankets and stuff her full of my thick knot. "You've been working all day. Just for a little bit, alpha. I'm bored. "

Brat.

I kicked off my shoes, leaving them by the door, before approaching the bed. "Is that why you're dressed like a slut to watch a movie, omega? Because you're bored ?"

Slick perfumed the air instantly, like her pussy had just been waiting for me to ask the question. To say the magic words.

"Yes."

I snorted, waiting at the edge of the bed while she squirmed restlessly in the centre. "You're going to have to do better than that. I've got things to do, Inika. If you want me to play with your cunt, you're going to need to make it worth my while."

Inika swallowed thickly, turning the television off. "How about a shoulder rub first?"

She uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide and patting the space between them.

The little hellion of an omega wasn't wearing a thing under that ridiculous little dress. I shouldn't have been surprised.

"Princess," I growled, already moving towards her like a magnet was drawing us together. "Look at the mess you've made. There's slick everywhere."

She made a gasping sound of agreement, face flushed and body straining towards me as I kneeled on the bed, despite her best efforts to stay in place and look as though she was the one in charge.

Cute.

I loomed over her, threading my fingers through her hair, and guiding her head back so I could look into her eyes. "I should rub your nose in the mess you've made. Teach you a lesson."

Inika's lips parted slightly, and I pressed my thumb into her mouth with my other hand, maintaining my grip on her hair. Fuck, she was dangerous. Confident, kinky, and perfectly submissive when she wanted to be. The whole fucking package.

But my lifestyle wouldn't let me keep her even if I wanted to. And even if I had time for an omega of my own, this one was several tax brackets out of my league.

"I don't need a shoulder rub. Suck," I ordered, pushing my thumb all the way between her lips. "Show me this mouth is worthy of my cock."

Inika didn't disappoint, immediately sealing her lips around the base of my thumb and hollowing her cheeks, sucking with conviction.

Oh yes. I wanted to feel that on my cock. I wanted it more than I could remember wanting anything in a long time.

Inika let out an unhappy whine as I withdrew my digit, moving my hand to my zipper so I could free my aching cock from the heavy confines of the fabric, roughly fisting my shaft.

The beautiful omega beneath me sat with her stocking-clad legs spread, slick pooling between them, dark eyes hazy with lust, lips parted in anticipation of taking my cock down her throat.

She was a beautiful little wreck, and the only thoughts currently going through her head were the ones that her cunt put there. What would Inika be like during her heat? Fuck, I couldn't think about that, or I'd come in my hand and humiliate myself.

"Fuck my mouth. Please, alpha," Inika said breathily, staring up at me.

"Let's see what you want more," I growled, sliding my cock between her lips, her breath coming out in eager pants as she sucked me down. "Dick or air."

Inika relaxed her jaw instantly, eyes hooded as she took me deep, breathing through her nose. I didn't actually have any intention of depriving her of air, but Inika grabbed my hips before I could pull away, holding me in place, drool spilling down her chin from the corners of her mouth.

"Don't you look pretty?" I murmured, rubbing her jaw with my thumb. "Suck me properly, princess."

Her lips didn't move, but I could have sworn her eyes smiled as she picked up her pace, filling the room with the sound of her enthusiastic attentions. Fuck. I had overestimated my ability to withstand the hurricane that was Inika. I wrapped her ponytail around my fist, tugging her head back because it wasn't her mouth I needed, but Inika dug her nails into my hips, bobbing her head with more urgency.

I growled as I pulled her back, baring my teeth as she flashed me hers, accompanied by a little omega warning growl, no less. My cock throbbed in response.

"Who's in charge here, princess?" I asked, leaning down and nipping the tip of her nose with my teeth.

"You are, alpha." All the tension in her muscles melted away in an instant. "But I'm still going to make you work for that submission."

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't. On your hands and knees, omega." I released her hair, stroking her spine as she shifted into position for me, apparently not in the mood to argue with that request. The silky dress thing slid forwards, and she pulled it over her head in one smooth movement, tossing it aside.

What a view . Inika's narrow, toned waist flared out at the hips, curving into a spectacular round ass that I wanted to take a bite out of.

I took my time drinking her in, watching as her pussy grew wetter with each second that ticked by.

"Do you like being bent over like this for me, omega?" I slid a hand between her thighs, roughly cupping her pussy and circling her clit with my middle finger. Inika bucked back against me, her head coming up as her spine dipped down, pushing her ass higher in the air.

"Yes, alpha. I love it."

I bit down hard on my inner cheeks, forcing myself not to ask who this pussy belonged to. This omega doesn't belong to you as much as you want her.

"Ride my hand," I ordered. Unnecessarily, as Inika already was. "Make yourself come like this. Filthy, shameless, perfect omega."

Inika moaned, her fists balling up the sheets on either side of her head as she rocked her hips with increasing urgency. I squeezed the base of my cock, giving my barely swollen knot the pressure it needed, though it was a poor imitation of the real thing.

Slick dripped down my hand, coating my skin as Inika found her release. As much as I wanted to savour the moment, I was too fucking desperate for her. I grabbed Inika's hips, yanked her higher, and buried myself to the hilt in one smooth thrust.

Why did she have to feel like home? It was very inconvenient.

Inika pushed herself up on her hands, arching back like she was trying to get closer. She wants to be held , my long dormant instincts commanded, reading her body language. I lifted Inika back against my chest, one arm banded around her waist, the other hand cupping her throat as I bounced her on my cock. I could have sworn that a spot beneath my fingers burned, reminding me exactly where my bite would go if Inika were mine.

"Does that feel good, princess? Have you been craving these filthy hands on you all day?"

Inika whined out some noise of agreement, her nails digging into my forearm as she clung onto me.

"I have. I've been fantasising about you in those thigh-high stockings all fucking weekend."

At some point, we both fell forwards onto the mattress, and I kept her pinned underneath me—careful not to crush her with my full weight—as I rutted her like a fucking beast.

"Is it too much?" I asked, trying to find some semblance of control.

"No!" Inika gasped, arching back into my touch as she clenched around me, her voice cracking as she came. "It's perfect. You're perfect."

I growled some affectionate nonsense in her ear that I hoped neither of us would remember, pressing her into the mattress as my orgasm hit. Inika shifted, bending one leg so I could push in deeper, lodging my knot in place and sending us both into orbit once more.

My fingers tangled with hers, clutching them tightly as we came back down. The way Inika squeezed my knot made my vision go hazy. Had sex always felt this good? Had it just been so long that I'd forgotten?

For a few long moments, we both laid still, trying to catch our breath. There was no awkwardness this time—I had no qualms about putting my hands on every inch of her skin that I could reach.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," Inika said casually, her voice slightly muffled by the mattress.

"Don't make me laugh right now. If I come again, I'll pass out."

"Can you laugh?" she asked dubiously. The little minx.

"As far as I know, though, I'm a little out of practice." Not that I'd ever been fun , but I'd been more fun than I was now.

"Well, that's a tantalising challenge," Inika mused, folding her arms beneath her head and lying her cheek on them. Her profile was so elegant, it looked like the gods themselves had carved each plane and contour of her face.

Why was this exquisite woman letting me put my calloused hands all over her?

"Should we talk about what we're doing here?" I asked gruffly. I didn't particularly want to break the spell, but I possessed just enough emotional maturity to know that not talking about it would make it worse in the long run. Now that she'd seen my life and met my niece, this thing between us felt more real than it had last week.

"Now?" Inika asked, voice thick with amusement. I supposed the timing was a little awkward, considering we were knotted together.

"Maybe this isn't the best time," I agreed.

She laughed lightly, careful to hold herself still. "Are you worried I'm going to get attached?"

"No," I scoffed. There was no possibility of Inika getting attached to me .

She hummed, seemingly never offended by my bluntness. "Well, we could always just keep doing what we're doing until one of us doesn't want to do it anymore? My heat is in about a month. I suppose that puts a pretty firm deadline on things."

The appropriate reaction would have been to politely agree with her suggestion and perhaps offer some sympathy that heats were something she had to go through at all—I knew they weren't exactly a picnic for omegas.

But that wasn't the reaction I had.

My cock twitched at the very thought of Inika blind with lust and coated with slick, and that was enough to set her off on another chain of squirming, panting orgasms, undoing any progress my knot had made in deflating as she clenched around me.

"It's flattering that you find that idea sexy," Inika laughed breathlessly when she found her voice, her skin glowing with sweat.

"Yeah, let's never talk about that again," I muttered, my face burning. That was some embarrassing teenage boy shit. I was a grown man. I should be able to hear the word "heat" without my cock standing obnoxiously at attention.

"Fine, fine, I won't tease. Clearly, I'm the only one here with a degradation kink." Inika flashed me a grin over her shoulder, and I almost managed a laugh in response. Almost.

Inika grilled me with a series of questions on plastering that seemed designed to get my knot to deflate faster since I couldn't think of many unsexier topics that she could have chosen. Was she trying to help me out?

I'd made assumptions about her before I'd even met her, and not one of them had been that the wealthy heiress to Om-Guard would be nice .

I rolled out of bed the moment we could pull apart, heading for the connected bathroom to fetch Inika a wet washcloth and several dry ones for clean up. She had a good sense of humour about it, but knotting was messy work.

"Ms Dara? Ms Dara, are you up here?"

Inika froze, wide-eyed, in the middle of the bed at the sound of the smarmy butler's voice.

"Here," I said in a low voice, tossing her the assortment of towels and quickly pulling on my clothes. "I'll handle it."

"How?" she asked, not looking particularly reassured.

"Ms Dara!" he called, in a far sharper tone than I was happy with.

Who did this fucking guy think he was?

I shoved my feet into my boots, not bothering with the laces, but making sure my zipper was pulled up and my shirt was on properly at least. As quietly as I could, I pulled the door to the spare bedroom shut behind me before making a show of knocking my tools around a bit as the butler—Graeme, wasn't it?—rounded the corner, freezing at the sight of me.

"Mr Alwis. My apologies, I didn't realise you were still here."

The soundproofing in this place must be off the fucking charts.

"Is that why you're going around hollering for the lady of the house?" I asked casually, leaning my shoulder against the wall. "I've been in many a grand house and never seen them run like this."

Graeme straightened, his face turning an interesting shade of puce. "How this house is run is none of your concern."

"Of course not," I agreed, because it seemed to annoy him even more. "It's just odd. I suppose I expected a more professional operation, considering the size of the house and the importance of the lady who lives here, that's all." I shrugged. "Guess you run things differently around here."

"Ms Dara has no complaints about how I run this house," Graeme responded stiffly.

"I doubt she'd tell you if she did. She's very polite, that Ms Dara."

"Indeed." He pursed his lips. "If you'll excuse me, Mr Alwis."

I waited until I heard his footsteps get to the bottom of the stairs before opening the guest room door, finding a fully dressed Inika standing there, having clearly washed away any evidence of us with the gallons of Om-Guard body wash she kept in the attached en suite.

The room still smelled like us at least, which was the only thing keeping my irrational annoyance in check. Obviously, Inika couldn't walk around with my cum dripping down her thighs.

My brain said that. My instincts felt differently.

She raised an eyebrow at me, though the corners of her lips twitched like she wanted to smile. "Thank you for traumatising my House Manager."

"Is that what he is?" I asked absently. "I think Freya might be my House Manager."

Inika laughed before remembering she was supposed to be quiet and clapping a hand over her mouth. "I imagine she's stricter than Graeme."

"You're not wrong about that," I agreed. Though if Freya strolled around the house hollering for me the way Graeme had just done for Inika, I could at least tell her to mind her manners. "How come he feels so comfortable yelling for you like that?"

Inika's face flushed. "Graeme used to work for my parents. He's known me since I was born."

"He's your employee, though. Not the other way around. You shouldn't have to hide in your own home, Inika."

"No, I know…"

I didn't push it, since she was clearly uncomfortable as it was. It had certainly given me new insight into this omega, though. Inika carried herself with the confidence of a woman who had everything, but there was far more beneath the surface than what she let on.

And even though looking deeper was completely unnecessary and would probably only make it harder to walk away, I had to know more.

There was no scratching the itch that was Inika. She just burrowed further down into my skin with each moment we spent together.

"I'd better go," I told her gruffly, taking a step back.

She smiled, blowing me a coy kiss that made me realise I'd never kissed her on the mouth, and that was a travesty . "Until next time, alpha."