37. Aria

37

ARIA

Logically, I know I should stop whatever this is, but as Dash pulls up to the house, I want nothing more than to give in to him. He's just so damn easy. He makes me laugh, makes me feel treasured, and he treats me like a princess.

He's so much different than Zane, and maybe I want to throw caution to the wind because I just want him.

I don't know if letting things go too far will make him figure out I'm actually an omega. I mean, I don't really have the same parts as a beta, but I have parts, and at the end of the day, that is all that matters. I think. Maybe. I am definitely wrong.

As his scent envelops me, I find it harder to remember why that would be such a bad thing. The omega in me screams for completion, drowning out the logical part of my brain that's frantically waving red flags.

"Looks like everyone is out," he says, pulling into the driveway and shutting off the engine. A flutter of nerves rockets through me. "All the better for us."

"Come on, goofball." I open the door and walk to the front door. I don't know how I feel. I don't know what I feel—well, that is until I get to the front door and a cramp hits me hard and fast.

I swallow hard, my body going rigid. Time seems to slow as I feel the telltale warmth spreading through me, a ticking time bomb of pheromones about to explode. My heart pounds in my chest as I realize I'm seconds away from exposing my biggest secret.

"Door should be open," Dash mutters.

I try the handle. It isn't open, but it doesn't matter. I can't fucking move.

The nerves in my legs begin to misfire, starting in my thighs and working their way down, then the next cramp hits.

"Guess Zane locked it." Oblivious, Dash comes up behind me, placing a hand on the base of my spine.

Oh no. Oh no.

It's a simple touch, really. Innocent.

Right then, though, biology decides to put a chokehold on my designation.

I get a whiff of his scent.

Ocean. Salt. Musk. Man. Alpha.

"Hey, are you okay?" Dash turns to me. "Fuck, your cheeks are bright red." He places a palm on my cheek. "You're burning up."

That's definitely a problem.

"Let's get you in. You don't look okay." He presses on my back to usher me inside, but if I move, I'll slick, and, well…

He will smell that.

"I need to go." I choke on the words. I don't want to go. I want to lick his dick like a lollipop and choke myself on his knot.

No . Stop thinking.

Can't. We need sex.

"What?" He picks me up in a fireman carry.

There is no holding back the slick that pours out of me right next to his nose.

I know the moment he smells me. Dash pivots, kicks the door closed, and freezes.

"Aria," he rumbles, his voice deepening. "Fuck, that scent."

"You should let me down." I'm totally panicking.

Ever so slowly, he lets me down, but not before he drags me down the front of his body.

The omega in me wraps her legs around his waist.

It's me, I'm the omega.

Dash's eyes widen as my legs lock around him, my body flush against his. "Aria, what…" His words trail off as I press my lips to his for a quick, teasing kiss. I feel his cock harden against my thigh, and the thought sends a bolt of desire straight to my core.

"I need you," I whisper against his lips, my voice low and husky with need. I can't resist the urge to grind myself against him, pulling a groan from deep within his chest. "I need this. I need you to fuck me so hard, I forget all the reasons why this is a terrible idea."

All I can hope for is that he doesn't remember this later.

Dash growls, gripping my hips as he pulls me firmly against him. "You're sure about this?" His voice is rough and edged with the same primal need that's coursing through my veins.

I nod frantically, unable to form coherent words. All I can think about is the press of his hard cock against me and the heat radiating off his body. I need him to claim me and mark me as his own.

"Let me take care of you." His voice is a low growl that sets every nerve in my body on fire.

"Yes, do that." I give in and lick his neck. Salt explodes on my tongue, and I latch on like the whore I am.

Dash hesitates for a split second, confusion flashing across his face as he processes my scent. But then his alpha instincts kick in, overriding any questions he might have. He scoops me up, carrying me upstairs to his bedroom with a determined stride.

Dash carries me into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. The room is bathed in soft afternoon light, casting everything in a dreamlike glow. His scent surrounds me, stronger here in his personal space. Clothes are strewn about haphazardly, a tangible reminder of his carefree nature. The anticipation crackles in the air like electricity, making my skin tingle. I can barely contain my excitement as he lowers me onto the bed, his eyes dark with desire.

His lips find mine, his tongue delving into my mouth as his hands roam over my body. I can feel every inch of his hard, muscular frame pressed against me, and it's driving me wild. I arch my back, my nipples hardening beneath my shirt as they brush against his chest.

Dash breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck as he bites and sucks the sensitive skin. I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily as I feel his hand slide up my thigh.

I grow wetter by the second, my body aching for his touch. Dash must sense it too, because he groans, deftly unbuttoning my jeans and slipping his hand beneath my underwear to find my slick folds.

I gasp as he touches my clit, his thumb brushing against the sensitive nub with slow, torturous circles. I feel like I'm on the edge of a precipice, every nerve in my body tingling with anticipation.

Dash's fingers slide lower, teasing my entrance before slipping inside. I whimper, the stretch almost too much to bear. I can feel my muscles clench around him, desperate for more.

"You're so tight, Aria," Dash rumbles, his voice barely audible. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I grow even wetter. I can feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with need.

Dash senses my impending release, his fingers working me harder and faster. The pressure builds, my muscles coiling tighter and tighter as I teeter on the edge.

Suddenly, it's too much. I cry out, my body convulsing as I come harder than I ever have before. Waves of pleasure wash over me, and I feel myself melt into the bed.

He strips off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abs. I lick my lips, wanting to taste every inch of him. He undoes his jeans next, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free, hard and thick and perfect, weeping for me.

I whimper at the sight, my body clenching with need. Dash crawls onto the bed, hovering over me. He captures my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deeply inside. I moan into his mouth, arching up to press against him.

His hands are everywhere, skimming over my heated skin. Dash breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin. I tilt my head back, giving him better access as I pant and writhe beneath him. My entire body begins to burn as a haze sets in. His hands find the hem of my shirt, and he tugs it up and off, tossing it aside. My bra quickly follows.

"So beautiful," he murmurs reverently, cupping my breasts in his large hands. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I cry out, the pleasure almost too intense. He dips his head, drawing one tight peak into his mouth. He suckles hard and flicks his tongue over the sensitive tip.

I bury my hands in his hair, holding him to me as he worships my breasts with his mouth and hands. My hips roll up, seeking friction, and I feel his hard length pressing insistently against me through the fabric of my jeans.

"Please, Dash, I need you," I whimper desperately.

He releases my nipple with a wet pop and kisses his way down my stomach. "I've got you, baby. I'm going to take such good care of you."

Dash slides my jeans and panties down my legs, exposing my slick coated core to his hungry gaze. I shiver, both from the cool air and the intensity of his stare.

"Fuck, Aria, you smell so good, and you're so wet for me already." He spreads my thighs wider. Without warning, he dives in, licking a broad stripe up my slit. I nearly scream at the sensation, my back bowing off the bed.

He devours me like a man starved, lapping and suckling at my sensitive flesh. His tongue swirls around my clit before drawing it between his lips to suck hard. Pleasure rockets through me, and I thrash my head back and forth on the pillow, fisting the sheets.

"Oh God, Dash, yes! Don't stop!" I moan wantonly, not even caring how desperate I sound. He slips two fingers inside me, stroking in time with his tongue on my clit. My inner walls flutter and clench around the welcome intrusion. He curls his fingers, hitting a spot inside me that has me seeing stars.

The pressure builds rapidly, my body barreling toward release. Dash seems to sense how close I am and increases his efforts, pumping his fingers faster as he sucks harder on my throbbing nub. I'm practically sobbing with pleasure now, my hips rocking shamelessly against his face.

"That's it, baby, let go for me. Come on my tongue," Dash coaxes between licks, his voice a low rumble that I feel all the way to my core.

His words are my undoing. With a strangled cry, I shatter, and my orgasm crashes over me in intense, pulsing waves. Dash works me through it, gentling his touch but not letting up until I collapse back onto the mattress, spent and trembling.

Slowly, he kisses his way up my body, pausing to lave attention on my breasts again before claiming my mouth. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue, and it only reignites my desire.

"I need you inside me, Dash. Please," I beg against his lips, wrapping my legs around his hips to urge him closer.

"Fuck, Aria," he rumbles. I can see it—the haze taking over his eyes. Dash is in there, but he's driven by instinct and instinct alone right now.

As am I.

The only thing I am right now is a hedonist with one thing and one thing only on my mind—Dash and the knot he is keeping from me.

No. Wait. No knot. Secret.

What secret?

It doesn't matter.

Dash claims my mouth in a searing kiss. He looks into my eyes, and for a moment, I feel like I can see straight into his soul.

With one swift thrust, he's inside me. I cry out, the feeling of him filling me completely overwhelming. He starts to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that sets every nerve in my body on fire.

He starts to move, slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size. Each drag of his hard length inside me sends sparks of pleasure racing through my veins. I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I urge him to go faster.

I feel myself growing wetter with every stroke, my body desperate to take him deeper. Dash seems to sense it, because he starts to move quicker. I hear the slap of our skin as we meet, the sound sending a thrill through my body.

As he thrusts into me, I feel myself clenching around him, desperate to keep him inside me forever. It's as if every nerve ending in my body is connected directly to his cock, every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

Slick soaks the sheets, the musky scent of our arousal thick in the air. Our pheromones mingle, creating an intoxicating cocktail that makes my head spin. I can taste the salt of his skin on my tongue, feel the heat radiating off his body. Every sensation is heightened, overwhelming in its intensity.

Dash growls, snapping his hips forward in a relentless rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall. The obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room, mingling with our moans and heavy breathing.

I'm getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with need. Dash senses it too, and he leans down to whisper in my ear. "I want you to come for me, Aria. I want to feel you squeeze my cock while you come apart."

His words send me over the edge, and I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. My muscles clench around him, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.

"Yes!" I yell, too far gone to care how wanton I sound. In this moment, it's the truth. I am his, utterly and completely.

One of his hands snakes between our sweat slicked bodies as he begins to toy with my clit, his fingers easily gliding over the small nub.

The added stimulation is almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain. I cry out, my body tensing as I teeter on the razor's edge of another climax.

"That's it, beautiful, come for me again. Let me feel you," Dash rasps out, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. "Milk my cock. Yeah, just like that."

I look at him, and his eyes catch mine. His lips are pouty and swollen, and his pupils are blown. He looks every bit the alpha I always dreamed of. When I look away, he leans over me, wrapping his hand around to grip my throat as he rasps, "Keep your eyes on mine. Don't turn away."

That… That might just very well be the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life.

"We're so close, and I'm not stopping." He releases my neck to grip my hips, and I know I will wear fingerprint bruises tomorrow. "Eyes on mine."

With a few more flicks of his fingers, I fly, shattering into a million pieces as ecstasy consumes me. My walls clamp down on him like a vise, rippling and pulsing. Dash lets out a guttural roar, burying himself to the hilt as his own orgasm overtakes him.

I feel him swell inside me, stretching me even further, and a distant part of my mind registers what's happening. He's knotting me, tying us together in the most primal way possible.

For a moment, reality tries to intrude—flashes of potential consequences, the weight of my secret, the complexity this adds to our relationship. But then Dash shifts inside me, and coherent thought scatters like leaves in the wind. I arch into him, chasing the pleasure that drowns out everything else. It feels too good, too right, to have him locked inside me.

With a quick pop, he locks. Dash throws his head back in pleasure as he begins to rut. All my nerves fire, misfire, and shoot back and forth between each other. I feel him pulsing inside me, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

Pleasure crashes over me in relentless waves, each one more intense than the last. My body convulses, caught in an endless loop of ecstasy as Dash's knot locks us together. With each powerful pulse of his release, I feel myself spiraling higher, lost in a sea of sensation.

My inner walls clench rhythmically around him, milking his release as aftershocks rack my quivering form. I cling to him desperately, my nails scoring his back, anchoring me lest I fly apart at the seams.

Dash's hips jerk and stutter erratically as he empties himself inside me with a drawn out groan. His weight settles over me as his strength gives out, blanketing me in his warmth and scent. I relish the feeling of being surrounded by him, claimed so thoroughly.

Slowly, we float down from the high, our breathing evening out and heart rates slowing to a less frantic tempo. Dash props himself up on his elbows to take some of his weight off me, gazing down with an expression of sated wonder. Tenderly, he brushes damp strands of hair off my face before leaning in to place a soft kiss on my lips.

My eyes grow heavy, and I succumb to the haze of pleasure before falling asleep in his arms.