Chapter 16 Give it to me, Baby

Hale stares down at me, the hesitation clear on his face. I don’t understand it. Isn’t this what we’ve been building towards, working toward? It’s hard for me to understand why an alpha who had no problem fingering me in a public park, where anyone could see, would hesitate now to have sex with me now.

Maybe he just doesn’t want you enough.

Hale tsks and drops his weight down on top of me. His bare chest pressing into my breasts. “Whatever thought you just had, mouse, get it out of your head.”

“You don’t know what I’m thinking. It could be something good.”

He shakes his head and kisses the tip of my nose. “It wasn’t.” He trails his mouth over the bridge of my nose, across my cheekbone. “I can tell, Haven,” he murmurs and I jolt at his use of my name. Hale almost always calls me ‘little mouse’ or ‘omega’. I’m not sure if he’s ever actually said my name to me.

He bends until his face nestles in the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, his teeth scrape over the tendon there, making me whimper and my toes curl.

“I’m not hesitating,” he says into my skin. “Because I don’t want you. I do.” To illustrate this point, he rolls his hips forward, using his cock to grind the zipper of his jeans into my bare pussy. “But I don’t want to do this with you if you aren’t sure.”

“I’m sure,” I blurt. Too quickly. My face heats, but I try not to let my embarrassment show. “We’ve done everything else, Hale.”

A low dirty chuckle sounds in my ear before he nibbles along it. “Oh, little mouse. There’s plenty more we can do that doesn’t require my cock sliding into your pretty little cunt. Endless ways for me to make you come, for you to make me come.” He pulls back and looks down at me. “There’s no need to take this step if you aren’t ready.”

My mouth parts and he bends down to kiss it, stalling me from agreeing right away like I was going to. “Think about it for a second,” he urges. And while he peppers kisses over my face, my neck, my collarbone, over the tops of my breasts, I do.

I moan when he flicks his tongue over the tight bead of my nipple, fingers sliding to his silky hair, holding his right there.

“Did you think about it?” He rolls his hips forward, grinding against me. “Did you think about whether you want to be my good little slut? Take my cock deep inside this wet pussy? You wanna let me fuck you, mouse?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, Hale, alpha, please.”

He lifts off me, and my entire body flinches at the loss of contact, while I cry out. He smirks down at me, looking smug as hell. “I want to hear you say it. What do you need from me, Haven?”

It’s just like in the park. Apparently, Hale enjoys hearing the things I want him to do to me, and if that’s what turns him on, I have no problem delivering.

“I want you to fuck me so deep with your cock, Hale. I want you to make me come over and over again. I want you to knot me and fill me with your come.” He growls and bends his head, taking my mouth with a dirty kiss.

“You gonna be my little slut, Haven? Let me use your hot little body however I want?”

“Yes,” I moan, legs hitching farther up his hips, while my hands go to the button on his jeans.

He slaps my hands away with a chuckle. “Such an eager little slut. Willing to take anything I give you, hmm?” His hand clamps around my jaw, splitting my lips and teeth with the press of his fingers. I don’t understand what he’s doing, but my mouth parts. Hale holds my gaze as he spits onto my tongue, then squeezes my mouth shut. “Swallow that down like a good whore.”

I do. Fuck I do. And apparently I really like it too. A gush of slick soaks the bed under me, soaks into his jeans. It would embarrass me, except Hale groans, surprise, lighting his eyes as he grinds into me.

He sucks my lower lip into his mouth, teeth scraping over it. “You like that omega? You like me treating you like a filthy little slut?” I nod, trying to get his mouth back on mine. “Say it,” he orders. “Say ‘I’m a filthy little slut’ and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I’m a filthy little slut.” The words fall from my mouth with zero hesitation. I’m beyond caring. I just want him to fuck me. I’ll say and do anything to get him to believe me.

“Good omega,” he murmurs, hand sliding down to the base of my throat. “Such a good omega. Take out my cock for me.”

I don’t waste time, my fingers frantically undoing the button and sliding down the zipper. One hand shoves down the back of his jeans while the other curls around his cock. He’s big. Huge. And while we’ve definitely stretched out my channel with their fingers, I already know it’s going to hurt when he pushes in.

I’m beyond caring. He watches me as I position him at my entrance. The smooth hot head of him notching inside. Only at this point, when I feel the initial stretch, do I pause. But not because I want him to stop. “Condom?”

Hale tsks, shaking his head. “Filthy little sluts don’t ask for condoms. They let their alphas fuck them raw and dirty, don’t they?”

It’s stupid to let him. I don’t know where Hale’s cock has been. I don’t know the last time he had an STI test. But I am on birth control. And I doubt he would knowingly fuck me if he had an infection.

People don’t do that.

Right?

Hale gives my mouth a warning nip. “You said you wanted me to fill you with my cum, mouse. How am I supposed to do that if there’s a rubber between us?”

My vision goes hazy and my omega loves it, the idea of him spilling inside me, of feeling that warmth flood my womb, of it dripping out of me when he pulls out. “You want to be my good little whore, don’t you?”

I nod. “Yes.”

He thrusts forward before the word is out of my mouth, ruthlessly stretching my pussy tight around him, and I cry out. He stops with his pelvis pressed against mine, staring down at me with his jaw clamped tight. “Fuck, Haven,” he grits out. “Fuck. I knew you would be tight, but goddamn, you’re strangling my cock. I’m so deep in you, aren’t I? So fucking deep.”

I think maybe he expects some kind of response, but I’m too busy breathing through the bite of pain, the stretch, the feeling of being too full. Hale doesn’t seem to notice, because his hand curls around my knee, dragging it up farther, opening me wider and he sinks in even deeper. “Fuck yes,” he groans as I whimper. “Gotta move now, omega. Gotta fuck you.”

Panic swells. “Wait, Hale. Don’t.”

He doesn’t listen, dragging his hips back and thrusting forward again. I brace for more pain, but it doesn’t come. Instead, there’s the first ripple of pleasure, my body already softening, giving way for him, accommodating his needs.

On his second thrust, I gasp, pleasure tingling over my entire body. He smirks down at me. “Yeah, just like that, mouse. Let me make you feel good while you take every inch of my cock. Squeeze me so fucking good.”

I should have trusted him. Should have known he’d make it good for me. Hale already knows my body better than I do. He knows what I need and the fastest way to make me reach my peak. If nothing else, he’s proved that to me repeatedly during our time together.

But there’s been more too. He’s taken care of me, made sure I had everything I needed. Showed me what it’s like to have a pack, to be wanted by someone. To be valued for more than what I can provide for them, what they can get from me.

Hale has allowed me to come out of my shell, to emerge from being a mouse to being a woman.

“Hale,” I whisper his name, and I don’t know if he can hear something in it, or see something on my face, but the smirk fade from his mouth and the brutal thrusts of his hips slows, softens he grinds into me, the base of his knot pressing tight against my slit, making me cry out as he gets even deeper inside me. But not deep enough.

I want him bone deep. All the way to my marrow.

I want him burrowed under my skin and into my heart. I never want him to leave me. I never want them to leave me.

Maybe it’s too early. Maybe I am only feeling this way because I’m fucking grateful to him for freeing me. But my heart burns with the same warm feeling for Hale Calloway as it does for Florence. Well, not the same, obviously. I don’t want to fuck Ren. But I recognize it for what it is. Love.

Hale holds himself above me, resting his weight on his forearms as his cock works in and out of me, making my back arch in pleasure. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper to him, fingertips tracing over the angles of his face, down to his lips. He nips at them playfully. “So fucking beautiful. I-” Tears fill my eyes and choke the words in my throat. My fingers slide to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a watery kiss. He comes willingly, wrapping an arm under my back to cradle the back of my head in his big palm. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” I whisper my truth against his lips.

He goes still. Every inch of him goes still, except his cock, which jerks inside me at my confession. His eyes slip closed. “ Haven. ”

That’s it. That’s all he says.

He can’t even look at me anymore.

My stomach drops. I lick my lips, which means I lick his, too, because he’s still right there, hovering over me, shocked into inaction with his cock buried inside me. My cheeks flush in embarrassment. “I, um… I don’t expect you to say anything back. I just… I wanted you to know, you know. Because its… um, important that you know how I feel, but you don’t- I don’t expect-”

I cut off when he huffs a gentle laugh, his hips rolling into me, sparking pleasure.

He bends his head and kisses me softly. “Thank you,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Thank you for telling me.”

Fresh tears fill my eyes. This time from disappointment. It’s not a rejection. But it feels like it.

I meant what I said, though. It’s early. Too soon. I just couldn’t keep the words inside.

“Shh.” He kisses my eyelids, tasting my tears. His nose brushes along the length of mine. “Don’t cry, omega. It’s gonna be okay. I promise.”

I swallow around the lump in my throat and nod, my hands sliding to grip his shoulders. He’s not going to give me the words I want. I know that now, but I can at least get the orgasm, the pleasure. I can at least give him what he needs when he’s already given me so much.

I lean up until I can nip at his ear. “Will you knot me, alpha?”

He groans, his forehead falling to mine. “You sure you want me to? You won’t be able to get away.”

“I don’t want to get away,” I murmur.

Hale lifts his head and stares down at me, icy eyes incredulous. “What the fuck am I going to do with you, mouse?” My brow wrinkles, and so does his. I don’t know what he’s really asking, but it feels like more than a surface level question. There’re depths there I’m not ready to swim, so I lean up and nip his chin.

“You’re going to keep fucking me, knot me, and fill me up with your cum, because I’m your good little slut. And I need it.”

A sound I’ve never heard anyone make rumbles from his chest, vibrates into me. His eyes slip closed as his nostrils flare. “Fuck, Haven,” he mutters. “Do you have any idea what that dirty mouth of yours does to me?”

“I have some idea, alpha,” I say back, rolling my hips up to fuck myself onto his cock. “You gonna give me what I need?”

His icy blue eyes open. “Of course I am. It’s what good alphas do. Give their omega what they need.”

I try not to let the words sink into my heart, try to keep them from settling into my bones. But hearing Hale claim me as his omega like that, even if he didn’t say it completely, it warms me, especially on the heels of my confession. This feels like a confession of his own.

Hale kisses me one more time before rearing up to his knees with my ass and legs draped over his thighs. His hands grip my waist, dragging me up and down his cock, as he thrusts with his hips, hitting hard and deep. My hair slides across the mattress. It’ll be a rat’s nest by the time this is over, but the pleasure coursing through my body doesn’t give me a chance to care. “Come for me, omega,” he demands. “Come on my cock, and then I’ll knot you. Give it to me, baby. I know you want to.”

He plucks roughly at my nipples with one hand, the other slides until his thumb presses roughly against my clit, circling it, making my head thrash as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter. “Fuck yes, just like that. I’m so close. So fucking close. Yes. Yes.”

“So tight, mouse,” he moans, fucking into me harder, thumb working overtime on my clit as he grips the base of my throat again, using it to hold me steady so he can get deeper.

“Come for me,” he orders, just shy of a bark, and surprisingly, it doesn’t take me out of the moment. Instead, the pleasure snaps, and I scream his name, muscles clamping tight, vision going spotty as stars burst. But I swear I see Hale twist his head to the right and wink at someone?

I follow his line of vision, but don’t see anyone.

“Eyes on me, omega,” he demands and my gaze snaps back to him, just as he pushes forward, his knot pressing, pressing, pressing, pressure builds and then releases with a pop as my body gives way for his before locking down tight.

I come again, listening as Hale grunts his own release, hissing my name, his cum spilling inside me just like I wanted, that warmth spreading all through my belly. There’s a breathless weightless moment, where we both float in the absolute pleasure of being knotted and then he folds in half, collapsing his full weight on top of me.

I wind my boneless arms around his shoulders, cradling him against me as best as I can as he pants, hot air blowing over my skin. The weight of him, his smell, his entire body wrapped around mine feels so fucking good. I feel myself melting under him, giving way to him. A feeling of safety swamps me, of this being right.

This is where I’m meant to be, pinned by Hale Calloway’s cock, with his weight pressing me into the mattress.

“Jesus,” he groans into my neck. “I fucking forgot-”

He cuts off with a grunt, but I’m not sure why. He doesn’t say anything else for a long time. We just lay there, hips locked together, breathing slowing and then evening out. My fingers stroke along his shoulders, down his spine, through his dark hair.

“Feels good,” he murmurs against my neck, sounding sleepy.

“Good,” I whisper back. “Feels good to me too.”

He kisses my shoulder, then shifts back, letting a rush of cold air between our bodies. But he doesn’t let the space linger for long, gathering me into his arms and rolling us, so he’s sitting against the headboard with me draped over his lap.

I nuzzle against his chest as he tucks a blanket over us, trapping our heat together. I listen to the steady thrum of his heart under my ear and wonder how the hell I’m supposed to go back to my normal life tomorrow, now that I know a life like this exists.

What I wouldn’t give to just tuck myself amidst the Calloway pack and hide from my father, from the world.

But that’s just not feasible.

I sigh, and Hale’s hands stop their gentle sweeping up and down my back. “What’s wrong, mouse?”

Tipping my head back, I find him looking down at me with a furrow in his brows. “I don’t want to go home tomorrow. I’m not ready for this to be over.”

The furrow deepens. “First, this isn’t over just because you go home. And second, if you don’t want to leave, then don’t.”

He says it so casually, like it doesn’t really matter one way or the other to him. But he’s watching me with that same wrinkled brow and intense stare.

I straighten, putting distance between us and his gaze drops to my breasts for a moment before he’s back to looking at my face.

“I can’t just not go home,” I say uncertainly. It’s a lie though. I could totally just not go home. I don’t have any commands pulling at me to go back. He’s never thought to give me one about how long I can be away from home. I could disappear from his life forever, and what would he do about it?

A lot, actually. He could do a lot about it. Not the least of which is hunt me down wherever I hole up, and then destroy whoever he finds me with. Like the Calloway pack. Or Florence’s family. I would never want to do that to either of them.

The other option would be to strike out on my own, but I have no money and no real marketable skills. Something tells me there aren’t a lot of paid positions available for ‘dutiful politician’s daughter’.

Besides, if I did that, I would need to be on the other side of the country to avoid Frederick Bell’s wrath, and I want to stay here, close to the Calloway pack, to find out where this is going.

God, I hope it’s going where I want it to end up.

Bonded, mated, their omega. Safe in the arms of their pack.

If that’s not how this ends, I think it might destroy me.

I push the thought away. They haven’t given me any sign that they aren’t genuine with this connection, that they aren’t planning on keeping me. Beyond Creed’s reluctance, but I hope we made some headway with that tonight.

“You can though. You can just stay here with us.”

I lean back to look at his face, to see if he means that. After all, I’m the girl who just blurted out that I’m falling in love with him the first time we had sex… he might just be saying this to keep me from going stalker psycho on him or something.

“My father wouldn’t like that.”

He frowns. “And that matters why?”

My gaze drops to his chest, watching my fingers trail over the ridges and valleys, the swirls of ink, the octopus tentacles on his shoulder and neck. “I don’t know what your business is with him, but I know you must have something going on. Otherwise you wouldn’t be at his rallies, wouldn’t show up at his parties, wouldn’t donate to his campaign. I don’t know if you’re… dependent on him for anything.” It bothers me saying it, not because I’m going against my father’s demands, but because if they depend on him for something, he can well and truly fuck them over. “But if you are, if you upset him by say, having his daughter who is supposed to marry a beta or a lone alpha pack up with you, he’ll delight in ripping the rug out from under you. He’ll destroy you, Hale. I don’t want that to happen.”

He’s quiet for a long moment. “Little mouse, look at me.” I lift my eyes but not my face, looking at him through my lashes. “Do you want to marry a beta or a lone alpha?”

I swallow around the automatic response that wants to bubble up, keep my lips firmly closed around the lie my father has demanded I say, and shake my head, ignoring the sudden ache behind my eyes. Hale’s frown deepens, and he pinches my chin, tilting my face up to his.

“I want you to listen to what I’m about to say very carefully, okay, mouse? We were there for you . Every single rally or party we attended was to be close to you. To just fucking see you. Every time we donate to your father was just so we could get into his good graces, so he’d fucking let us near you. We know how he views packs. We knew he’d be distrustful of any pack that approached him out of the blue about you.”

“But it’s been years,” I whisper.

“I know.” He smiles ruefully. “We’ve spent years getting him to trust us, years getting closer to you. It was hard, keeping our distance from you, having you right there, but not being able to touch.”

I frown. “What changed? I know he didn’t give you his blessing. I know that.” He would never do that. He’s made it clear that I will not under any circumstances be joining a pack.

“He didn’t. But he signed a contract with us, and that shows a level of trust. And we got tired of waiting.”

He leans forward and trails his lips over my neck while I consider his words, mull them over. “You really donated millions of dollars to him just to be close to me?”

I feel him grin against my skin. “Yep. And now that we have you, we’ll start to quietly pull our funding and support.”

I straighten and push him back, eying him primly. “Who says you have me?”

Hale arches a brow and lowers his gaze to where I’m still stuck on his knot. “Who says I don’t?”

“Pfft, just because I let you knot me doesn’t mean you have me, Hale Calloway. You’ll have to work harder to earn me.” The truth is they already have, just by being them, by showing me this week what being packed would be like, by taking such good care of me. But Ren would skin me alive if I didn’t make them work a little for it.

He barks out a laugh and bands his arms around my back, rolling us so he’s on top of me again. “We will, Omega,” he grinds his knot inside me. “ I will. Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

I moan, pressing my head deeper into the pillow. “I think you should start with a few more orgasms.”

Another of those dirty silky laughs of his. “Oh, little mouse. That will be my pleasure.”