15. Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Bennett

Finally, the need for air became more pressing than my need to continue kissing Shay. My skin was on fire, heat burning me from top to bottom, as I writhed restlessly against him. The sheet was bunched between us, askew, and annoyed with it, I pushed it impatiently to the side. I needed to feel Shay's bare skin against my own.

Both of us panted harshly, our chests heaving, and I pushed up from him, my thighs straddling his bare hips. His thick, hard cock nudged at the cotton of my pajama shorts, and I undulated against it, at the same time tossing my shirt over my head. It landed…somewhere on the floor. The firm ridge of his cock was the perfect amount of friction, rubbing against the damp material and I moaned loudly .

My hands splayed over his bare chest. He had no chest hair, not even a happy trail. It was just one long expanse of smooth skin for me to explore. His skin was warm beneath my fingers, and I ran my hands unashamedly over his chest. Lightly, I trailed my fingers down his sides, careful of the bruises still dotting his skin. His body was gorgeous, all long limbs and lightly sculpted muscles.

Staring down into his eyes, his pupils were blown, the bright blue of them nearly disappearing into black. Shay's eyes gleamed with fire, with need, want, and lust. If I could see myself, I was sure mine looked much the same. His hands came up to grip my hips, stopping my movements and ending the sweet friction that I had going on.

"Tell me to stop, Bennett." His words were rough with need.

Bending so that my lips were nearly touching his, I whispered, "No, Shay, I'm not going to tell you to stop. I want you. I fucking need you. I'm on fire for you, can't you feel it? I'm so wet for you."

It was true. I was wetter than I had ever been for anyone, even during my heats. My shorts were nearly dripping, the backs of my thighs sticky with slick. My hole clenched, demanding to be filled by our alpha.

Shay growled from somewhere deep inside him, the sound raw and dangerous. Shivering with need, my desire amped up at the sound. He was so primal in that moment, roaring to the world that I belonged to him.

His long fingers slid beneath the elastic of my shorts, just barely skimming over the soft skin of my ass. Down my crack, gliding through my slick and teasing my rim with the tip of one. Lightly he teased around my hole, setting my nerve endings into a frenzy. Gasping, I arched my back and needily pushed my ass towards his finger.

His finger slid inside me, and it was absolute heaven. He moved it slowly in and out, teasing me. My tight hole sucked his digit in, and it glided smoothly through my wetness. Slick gushed out of me, dripping down his finger, and I might have been embarrassed by the amount my body was producing if I hadn't been so caught up in my desire.

The fleeting thought that I might be going into heat flickered across my lust drugged brain. If it wasn't for the birth control I used mainly to regulate my heats, I might have believed it. But my heat wasn't due for months, and I had been regular since starting on the birth control shot.

Another finger joined the first, filling me and stretching me with their thickness. " Yes ," I hissed, " fuck, yes ."

Using my thigh muscles–thank you past me who decided to take the stairs at the hospital most days–I lifted myself off his fingers until they were almost free of my body, then fucked myself back onto them.

Shay hissed, the tendons of his neck standing out harshly, until he halted my frenzied movements with his free hand on my hip and pulled his fingers from my slick hole. Moaning at the emptiness, I watched as he brought his glistening fingers up to his lips. Slowly, so slowly, he sucked one finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He did the same with the other finger, finally popping both digits out of his mouth with a loud P sound.

"Delicious," he moaned, his voice husky and dark. "I could eat you up, Bennett. You taste and smell so fucking good."

"You do too." Restlessly, I yanked at my shorts, needing them off right fucking now .

Shay's hands joined my fumbling ones, and in seconds that felt like months , we were naked together. His hard cock rested perfectly between my slick ass cheeks as I poised over him, and I slid up and back against his long length. It was like heated velvet over steel, and it rubbed me in all the right places. Being on top wasn't usually my favorite position, to be honest, but this was hitting all my buttons and then some.

There were about a thousand reasons that should have been running through my head, telling me we should stop this. Before it got any more out of hand.

But I wasn't listening to any of them. My body sure as fuck wasn't listening. If I didn't get Shay's cock in my ass soon, I was sure I was going to burn up and die!

With each slide of his girth between my wet crease, ghosting against my puckered hole, my brain became foggier and more muddled. Until all I could focus on was the feel of his skin, the scent of him, his hands on my hips guiding me over his hard cock.

None of the reasons we shouldn't be doing this mattered anymore. I just didn't care. I wanted Shay, and he wanted me, and that was all that was important. The Goddess had made this alpha to be mine. And for once in my life, I didn't care about the consequences. Didn't care about right or wrong, good or bad.

I was taking what I wanted. What was mine .

The heat that was consuming me came in waves, the intensity surging and making everything around me hazy and my mind and body focused on one thing–getting my alpha's knot inside me. Then backing down, to where I could think clearer and have some kind of control over what was happening between Shay and me .

"What do you like?" I whispered, staring down at his handsome face. I wanted to make this good for him, just like he was doing for me.

His full pink lips quirked into a half-smile. "You. Touching me. This."

Before I completely lost myself to this perfect man and the heat building inside me once more, I had to ask. "Is there any place you don't like being touched? Anything that is a hard limit?"

His brow furrowed in confusion for a moment, like he didn't understand the question. Maybe he didn't. I didn't play at Sinful Playgrounds, the kink club in town, but I couldn't be friends with Seth without picking up a few of the terms he tossed out whenever he regaled me with his escapades. Working with abused and battered omegas, I had also learned about limits. Not necessarily sexual limits, but the idea behind limits could be applied to many different scenarios in life.

Shay's bright blue eyes dimmed a little, and he looked away, before not quite meeting my gaze. Reaching for my hand, he placed it on the side of his cheek, so that my palm was cupping his jaw. The stubble there bristled against my skin, dragging against the softness of my flesh.

"This is okay." He was looking at me now, staring into my eyes intently, searching for something. He moved my hand down, over his windpipe and throat, where it covered the bruises still visible. "This is not okay. No choking. No cutting off my air."

Nodding in understanding, I whispered, "No breath play. Same for me."

His top teeth nibbled on his lip, and I waited patiently for him to continue. I wouldn't rush him, knowing this likely wasn't easy for him, and he could take his time answering. Wanting him to know that he could trust me. Trust that he could tell me his triggers and limits, and I would respect them.

"No tying me up," he whispered, swallowing hard, and a shadow passed across his eyes. Some distant, unpleasant memory, I was sure. "No blindfolds."

Leaning over him, my hair fell into my eyes, brushing against his cheeks as I kissed him softly, gently. The kiss grew in intensity as the muscles that had tightened in his shoulders relaxed, and fire licked up our skin. A raging blaze that burned out of control.

Falling over him, our chests pressed together tightly, my tongue teased at his neck where it met his shoulder. His heated skin was salty, and I had the uncontrollable urge to mark him there. It was the opposite side of where his mate gland lay, and the scar bitten into his skin by another omega. I tried hard not to think about that mark, about the person who had put it there that I already strongly disliked, and what it had represented at one time to him. Instead, I reached an arm around him, pulling his head closer, until I could suck his earlobe between my lips.

Shay's breathing instantly became harsher, staggered, his hips moving faster against mine. The more I sucked on his lobe, the louder his breathing became, until he was moaning just as loudly as I was. Oh, I had hit a hot spot on my alpha.

Shay's fingers slammed into my hole, stretching me wider than before and filling me up. Gasping, my sharp teeth nipped the soft flesh of his lobe, because I needed to bite something.

Those long fingers of his fucked me, while I continued my torture on his ear. My teeth skimmed the length of his neck, before trailing downwards and latching onto one pink nipple. Shay's back arched off the mattress, his hips bucking up insistently against mine. His fingers inside my tight hole worked me over at a frenzied pace, and I couldn't hold back my pleasure. The base of my spine tingled, my balls tightened, and before I could stop it or warn Shay, my entire body exploded. Bright white lights detonated like a bomb behind my eyes. All my muscles coiled, my ass clamped down tight on his fingers and cum splashed between us, painting Shay's stomach and chest.

Collapsing in the mess between us, my body was spent, my limbs boneless. I had never orgasmed that hard in my life and didn't even care about the sticky cum oozing between us.

Shay wasted not a second wrapping his arms around me tightly and rolling me beneath his hard body. With slitted, hazy eyes I stared up at him, then spread my legs wide and brought my knees up to my chest. It wasn't exactly presenting to my alpha, but I didn't have the energy to roll over and present my ass. Presenting my glistening hole would have to be a good enough invitation.

Instead of filling me with his cock, Shay slid down the bed, his gleaming eyes staring intently at my hole. Then he nosed at my hole, inhaling my scent deeply, the air hot against my wrinkled skin.

"Shhhaaaay." His name was one long, loud, demanding plea from my lips, as all the nerve endings around my hole came back to life.

Kissing the inside of my thigh, he demanded roughly, "Condoms?"

Fuck! How had I forgotten the one rule I never broke? Even with my birth control, I always demanded a partner wear a condom. As a shifter, I couldn't catch a sexually transmitted disease, but as an omega I could get pregnant. My omega dad having me at fifteen made me doubly cautious .

Waving one arm at the nightstand, I pointed. Shay leaned over, digging in the drawer and pulling out my bright pink true-to-life vibrator.

"One day we're going to use this." He promised and I was one thousand percent on board with that idea. Just not tonight. Tonight, I just needed him, his…at least nine inches and three of my fingers wide cock and his knot locking us together.

He loomed over me again, the foil wrapper secured in his hand triumphantly. Taking it from him, I ripped it open with my teeth. Before easing it over his length, rolling it down, I stroked my hand over his bare skin. Loving the feel of him between my hands, taking in every ridge and vein. The weight of his cock was heavy in my hand, dripping precum in a trail across my skin. My mouth watered at the sight of the dark red mushroom head, and I couldn't wait to get on my knees and gag on every inch of him. To feel his thick, salty and bitter cum slide down the back of my throat when he came inside my mouth.

Just the thought of all the things I wanted to do to this man–and have him do to me–turned up the heat in the room, or my body, or both. Need consumed me and I couldn't wait one more second to have him inside me.

"Fuck me, Shay," I demanded, gripping him tightly and pulling his larger body towards my heat. "Now! Give me your knot! I'm burning up!"

He tried to be gentle, to ease the thick head into my hole. But as soon as I felt the first nudge, the first stretch, the first delicious burn, I had to have all of him. Grabbing him by his perfectly round ass, I pulled him into my waiting body. I was so wet, so slick, stretched just enough by the tantalizing finger fuck he had given me, he slid completely into me with one strong flex of his hips .

The burn and stretch were the perfect amount of pleasure and pain. And Shay knew just how to move his hips, his cock slamming in and out of me, sliding against and nailing my prostate with each hard thrust.

I clung to him, my limbs wrapping around him, pulling him as close as I could get him to me. We were a tangle of sweat dampened skin, loud, guttural moans from Shay, and breathy, high-pitched cries from me. The obscene sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, accompanied by the dirty squelching of my slick around his cock when he pulled back to slam forward into me.

Our scents rose around us, mingling and merging, becoming one. Joined as tightly as we were locked together.

His knot caught at my rim, and I clawed at his back, his shoulders, his ass. Digging my feet into the mattress, I pushed up against him, wanting that final extra stretch. The one that would be just the verge of too much until it wasn't.

"Bennett!" Shay's body went rigid, the muscles of his arms shaking as he tried to keep the brunt of his weight off of me. "Bennett!"

"Come for me, Shay!" I cried out, staring into his eyes, his lips forming a silent, perfect O. His cock swelled inside my ass, the knot pushing at me from all sides, until it was too much. Too much pressure, and pleasure, and burn, and ache.

Until all we both could do was shatter in each other's arms, a thousand stars exploding around us.