7. Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Quinn

I slid the plate with the brownies in front of Lachlan, squirming a little in my seat. Just watching him sample the goodies I'd put on the tasting tray had been an experience in my self-control. The alpha's facial expressions alone, each time he took a bite of something, had me thinking dirty thoughts.

Was that what he looked like during sex? Was that his ‘I'm about to come' face?

Goddess, my dick was already half hard in my jeans. I was grateful there was a table between us, and he couldn't see my cock pressing against the tight denim. I could feel dampness, dripping from between my ass cheeks. I'd be lucky if I didn't have a wet spot on the back of my jeans when I stood up. I'd never been this wet before, and we hadn't even touched.

"This is something new." I told him, as I held out a brownie square, tempting him. "I whipped it up this morning, so you're actually my first taste tester. "

He glanced up at me through his lashes. He had incredibly dark, ridiculously long lashes that women would kill for, that did nothing to hide his blue, blue eyes.

"You haven't tried them?" he questioned.

"I always try my batters before they go in the oven," I told him. "I tried a square, but I meant the general public hasn't tried them. If you like it, I can put it on the brunch menu for you."

He picked up the brownie and looked it over, his pupils darkening.

I felt myself blush, wanting for him to love it, while at the same time telling myself his opinion didn't matter to me one bit. That I hadn't had him in my mind while coming up with this ridiculous concoction of chocolate goodness.

He took a bite, and my eyes were glued to his face, waiting for his reaction. He savored the piece of chocolate in his mouth. His tongue swirling as he chewed, the lids of his eyes falling closed. I was holding my breath, and I told myself to relax.

He swallowed, and the sexiest moan I'd ever heard issued from his mouth. My cock jerked and I felt a drop of precum pool into the material of my boxer briefs. Heat raged through me, heat like I'd felt that first day he'd stood in my bakery. If it wasn't for the birth control I took religiously, I would have thought I was going into heat. Thanks to the little pills, I only had one heat a year, and it was months away. Desire swirled in my stomach, almost making me dizzy with the ferocity of it.

It was like watching and listening to food porn. I think I'd just found a new kink. Watching Lachlan, listening to the sounds he made as he enjoyed the brownie, was beyond sexy.

He opened his eyes, his pupils blown, the blue barely visible.

"Oh. My. God." Sound, low and sultry, issued from the back of his throat. "That is better than sex. Seriously. "

I felt my cheeks burn hotter, either from watching him or the praise, I didn't know which. "You've been having sex with the wrong people."

His laugh startled me. It was a good laugh, a true laugh straight from his belly, and reached his eyes. "You're not wrong." He stared at me another heartbeat, then licked the chocolate crumbs from his full bottom lip. "Is that raspberry in the middle?"

I nodded, crazily pleased at his reaction. "The bottom is fudgy, dark chocolate. The middle is raspberry preserves I make myself." Boasting a little. "The top is milk chocolate, mixed with semi-sweet chips."

I felt myself rushing forward with words, babbling to justify my choices, even though he clearly loved it. "I like to mix my chocolates sometimes. Too much dark is decadent and rich, but you can only eat a little. Too much milk can be overly sweet. I like the balance of the two." I just kept rambling on, unable to shut myself up.

He kept staring at me, as he finished off the rest of the brownie in two big bites. He took his time, licking each one of his long fingers. My eyes watched the trail of his tongue, and my ass gushed slick profusely. I could hear my breathing, halted and harsh in my ears.

Would he take his time licking my dick the way he was licking his fingers?

I wanted him.

I wanted him in me.

Now.

I didn't care about anything else. Nothing. I wanted to sweep the remains of the tasting tray onto the floor, strip off my clothes, and climb on top of the table, face first and ass presented.

To this alpha. To my alpha.

I shook my head, breaking the sexual haze that had come over me. Where the fuck had those thoughts and feelings come from?

He was not my alpha, and never would be .

Fate could go suck it.

I watched him take a deep breath, watched his nostrils flare. He could smell me, I knew it. Smell my slick, smell my need. He was an alpha, and he was a wolf. There was no way he couldn't smell the pheromones my body was pouring out in waves or the slick that was making a puddle in the chair beneath me. My jeans were soaked through with it.

He stood, took one step, and was in front of me. His legs were long, so long, and I had to look up to see his face. It was nice looking up, instead of down for once. I didn't even mind that he made me feel small, yet somehow cherished. Not weak, like I always imagined it would.

He put one long arm on the back of my chair, and one on the table, looming over me. I breathed deeply, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, taking a deep drag of his scent in. Citrus and musk, and what I knew was just Lachlan . It was intoxicating and gave me a slightly drunk feeling.

His nostrils flared, his eyes at half-mast. "You smell like cookies. Chocolate chips, toffee, and sugar," he whispered, his breath brushing my ear, moving my curls slightly. "With just a touch of cinnamon, and I want to lick every inch of you."

I shuddered, my eyes closing, and his teeth scraped down my neck. It should have made me jump, his mouth on me, but it didn't. His teeth came to rest over my scent gland. I could feel it throbbing, slightly swollen.

My mating gland.

One bite from his sharp teeth, and he'd claim me.

My body shook, but not in revulsion at the thought. In anticipation? I didn't know what was happening to me, but I wasn't thinking clearly. I'd never wanted that. To be mated. I'd never felt the things he made me feel for anyone until tonight. He made me feel all these things, and a thousand more, and he'd done it with barely touching me .

I was on fire, sure my skin would burst into flames any second. My skin was blazing, too tight, my stomach fluttering and swirling, my heart pounding in my chest.

His teeth pushed against my gland, and I should have jerked away, slapped him, told him no.

What I should not have done was shout in my head, "Fuck yes! Yes, do it!" Thankfully, those words didn't pass my dry lips. Lachlan pulled back sharply as if realizing what he was about to do, before biting down. My eyes fluttered open, meeting his.

His blue orbs were glued to my lips, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom one. He leaned forward, nipped my bottom lip, always so full and pouty, and caught it with his teeth. Scraped it, then released it, with just enough pressure to sting, but not hurt. I felt that nip all the way down my cock, and the heat in me ramped up another degree.

I was burning up, from the inside out, and I wanted more.

More bites, more of him.

More skin, and less clothes.

I moaned from my gut, filthy and raw, filling the room with sound. Instead of pushing back from him, shoving him away, I sprang forward. I surged to my feet, slamming my body into him, my lips latching onto his.

I wanted to wrap myself around him.

Arms, legs, everything, everywhere.

I needed to bury myself in him and have him be buried deep inside me, until I felt him up in my throat. I felt empty inside, my hole fluttering. I ripped at the buttons of his shirt. I couldn't seem to get my fingers to work, still kissing him. Our tongues tangled together, licking and sucking, tasting and feeling. Teeth gnashed against each other.

It was wet and rough and dirty. The kiss held no finesse, but it was absolute perfection .

I growled, frustrated with my useless fingers, and Lachlan growled too, pushing himself away a little and ripping his shirt open. The buttons flew everywhere, and the ping of them hitting my floor turned me on even more.

He tossed his ruined shirt aside – I didn't even want to know how much the thing cost – and his broad chest was on full display. His shoulders were wide, and corded in thick muscles, his biceps bulging. How did you get all that sitting behind a desk every day?

His wide chest was covered in a thick, dark pelt of fur. It covered him from nipple to nipple, in a wide patch. I licked my lips, my dry mouth flooding with moisture. I'd never been into overly hairy men, but all that chest hair was doing something for me. My fingers flexed, itching to bury themselves in that fur. I reached out a hand and gripped it in my fingers. It was ridiculously soft, not at all what I had imagined, and I ran it through my hands, practically petting him.

He caught my hand in his and pressed it to his chest. His heart was hammering, his chest heaving beneath our joined hands. I glanced down at the muscles dissecting each side of his torso. I could count the damn things. All eight of them.

I was thin, my stomach tight with light definition, but I did not have the ripped muscles he had.

I wanted to lick each and every one of them. Map my tongue over them, tasting them, one by one.

Lachlan ripped at his belt, loosening it enough that his slacks inched down just enough for me to see the beginning of what looked like a mouthwatering vee. God, I was a sucker for a man's vee. Seriously, it truly was one of the sexiest things on a man.

I ripped his belt all the way off, tossing it behind me, my fingers snapping at the button and zipper of his suit pants. I shoved them down, exposing his tight black boxer briefs, made tighter by the long length of his rock hard cock. The tip was poking out of the top, glistening with wet droplets of pre-cum.

My ass clenched at the sight of his cock. He was long and thick, about three fingers width, and cut. I'd never taken anyone his size before, and my fluttering hole gushed as if helping me prepare for his girth.

Lachlan stepped out of his pants, shoving them behind him with a flick of his foot. As my tongue licked my lips, he slowly stripped his briefs off, his eyes burning into me. His cock bounced against his stomach, past his belly button, leaving a sticky trail of clear fluid.

I wanted to sink to my knees and swallow him whole. Wanted to feel his thickness stretching my lips, making my jaw ache. The tip banging against the back of my throat, gagging me. I wanted to slurp his pre-cum and taste the salty thickness of him sliding down my throat.

I started to do just that, sliding down, when he grabbed me under my arms and hauled me against him. His lips crashed into mine again, teeth and wetness and tongue. Feeling him completely naked against me, in my bakery kitchen, while I was still dressed.

I wrapped around him like an octopus, my fingers burying themselves in the soft thickness of his midnight hair. I had no idea how old he was, late thirties maybe, but the threads of gray running through the darkness were sexy as fuck.

He broke away, both of us needing to breathe, and we noisily sucked in oxygen. His pupils were dilated, more black than blue. I was sure mine looked the same. I was on fire and my clothes felt abrasive against my skin. I wanted them off now. I wanted to be against him, no barriers, skin touching skin.

I stripped off my shirt, tossing it at my feet, my hands moving to my jeans. I had them, along with my electric blue boxer briefs, pushed down and off me before Lachlan could even help. I looked up at Lachlan, his eyes glued to my cock. My cock was long, thinner than his, but still an impressive size, especially for an omega. If he ever let me fuck him, he'd feel it for a day or two.

He swallowed hard, then hissed, "Quinn."

It wasn't a question, just my name, said with raw need and some emotion I couldn't identify. It was all I needed to hear. I jumped at him, wrapping him in my long arms, sucking at the hot skin of his neck.