Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

I t smells like peaches and sunshine and the hot little redhead wants my knot.

My knuckles grip the wheel with such a vise I’m worried I’m going to crack the fucking thing.

So much for slow and for courting.

But at the end of the day, I’m just a man, and my need to claim Sloane has been weighing heavily on me. I’m not sure if it was the introduction of Ethan or something else. All I know is it’s taking every single ounce of effort to not pick her up and sit her on my cock right now.

I don’t glance over at her, because I know if I do, I’ll just give in. What the fuck has she done to me? I consider myself rather controlled, but Sloane makes me want to throw everything I know out the window.

Sharing? A pack? Those things weren't ever things I considered. But for Sloane? I’m willing to abandon everything.

Maybe I need this sexual connection to prove what I already know, that she’s mine.

One day I’m going to sink my teeth into her and mark her as mine. Hell, I’ll mark up the Beta too, if that’s what they both want. Not that it would be a hardship on my end. I can easily understand her affections toward him, and maybe one day I could see myself feeling the same.

Friendship is fine for now. Sloane is my main priority. If the Beta sticks, then we can go from there.

“Bra—”

“No,” I reply sharply, keeping my gaze on the road. “No talking. No fucking anything until I get you to my house,” I reply.

It makes her perfume even more, and I scrub a hand down my face.

“Fuck me,” I mumble.

“That’s the plan,” Sloane whispers under her breath, and I have to bite my tongue to not laugh or chastise her for not listening.

I push the button, my garage door raises, and I pull inside. The moment the ignition is off, Sloane is climbing over the console and propping herself on my lap.

My hand wraps around her delicate throat, enough to let her know I’m in charge. As much as Sloane may run most of my life, right now she needs to be the one who listens.

“Do you like breaking rules?” I ask her, and she licks her lips.

Her scent is thick and tempting. But I refuse to give in to her whims completely.

My thumb trails down the tendon of her neck, right where I plan on marking her one day.

“Do you like consequences, Sloane?” I ask, and her breath hitches.

“What kinds of consequences?”

“I told you to sit there and no talking till we got home.”

“But we are home,” she says.

My thumb drags down her throat, and I grab a fistful of her ass, making her squirm on my lap.

“You're used to getting your way, aren’t you?” I ask her.

She bites her lips and nods as I drag her face closer to mine. Our lips are so close, just a few millimeters and we’d be kissing.

“You’re not in charge tonight, little Omega,” I whisper against her face, and she shivers. “Out. On my bed,” I demand.

Her scent is driving me near feral as she searches my eyes before turning and opening my door. Her body shamelessly glides against mine as she gets out of the car, and I follow her.

She opens the door and walks through the mudroom into the kitchen.

“I forget, where’s the bedroom?” she says quietly, and I know she’s fucking with me, but I don’t care.

“Upstairs,” I tell her, and she turns to the left and heads up the stairs.

I watch her ass swish in her tight little dress the whole way, wondering how someone so small can be such a fucking handful. A handful I undoubtedly want to be mine.

I wonder if Sloane indeed likes consequences or if no one has ever given her any.

“Third door on the left,” I whisper, and she jumps ever so slightly before going to my bedroom door and grabbing the handle and entering my room.

She looks around, taking in the minimalist decor, before turning to face me.

“Sit on the bed,” I tell her, and she does so agreeably.

I get down on one knee and unzip her boot, taking it off along with her sock, before moving on to the other.

“This doesn’t seem like a consequence,” she says.

I look up at her, arching a brow.

“Do you want me to edge you for hours on end, or should I spank that sweet ass for not following directions?” I ask plainly, rubbing her exposed calf.

Her eyes widen as she blinks down at me.

“Which… which one would you like?” she asks.

I grab her heel, massaging her foot as she rests her weight on my bed. I think about my hard aching cock, and I don’t think I’m patient enough to edge her, not that I’d say it out loud. My hand wraps around her ankle, tugging her so slightly.

“We don’t have to do either if you’re uncomfortable,” I tell her honestly.

This could be too much too fast.

Fuck, I went from wanting to take things slow to wanting to spank her ass. How did we even get here?

“I’d like to try,” she says shyly.

“Which one, liefje ?”

She bites her lip and doesn’t even ask about my slip of Dutch.

“Spanking. I think. I mean, you wouldn’t do it too hard?”

“I’d never hurt you, Sloane. Never.”

“You’d get enjoyment out of it?” she questions.

I kiss her calf as I stand to my full height, and her head tilts to continue making eye contact. I bend over, my palms pressed against the mattress as I lean over her.

“Marking you up is going to be my new favorite thing,” I tell her, and her lips part in a gasp as her sweet sticky scent fills my bedroom.

I may never wash these sheets.

Fuck, I may have to bring one of my pillows or blankets with me for the next away game if they smell like her. My cock twitches in my pants as Sloan’s delicate hands drag down my chest.

She looks nervous but eager. It’s clear to me she’s used to giving orders and getting what she wants.

I think my little Omega might find she enjoys letting go and letting me take control.

“Where do you want me?”

I pull up from where I was towering over her space and sit at the edge of the bed.

“Take your jacket off, and come here,” I say, patting my lap.

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and nods her head, removing her jacket and crawling over the top of my lap. I push her long wavy hair off to the side as she looks up at me.

I’m not sure anyone has ever looked at me the way Sloane is right now. Like she fully trusts me and knows I’ll take care of her. It’s as heady as it is erotic.

I pat her ass lightly, and she wiggles with a smile on her face.

“If at any point you aren’t into it or it’s too much, you will tell me to stop,” I tell her.

“Yes,” she replies.

I smack her ass a little harder this time, and she moans.

“Yes, Alpha,” she says, making the sentence oh so much fucking sweeter.

“Such a good girl. Except when you don’t listen. I needed to drive us here safely. I had plans for you, but you wanted to be in control. I’ll do pretty much whatever you ask of me, Sloane. I only ask when it comes to your safety, you listen to me.”

“I can do that,” she says.

I pull the hem of her dress up, exposing her perky ass. There’s a spotting of freckles along her thighs and cheeks that I find myself wanting to get very acquainted with.

“Five, I think. Does that sound fair?” I ask, and she smiles as we negotiate her spankings.

“After five, do I get your knot?” she asks sassily, and I pull my hand back and smack her ass for real this time.

She hisses and moans at the same time, and I can feel my cock getting harder against her stomach.

“Okay?” I confirm, and she lets out a breath.

“Yes, I like it,” she replies, and some of the tension that was building up in me falls away. There was a part of me that thought she wouldn’t enjoy this. It wouldn’t be a deal breaker, but I like the idea of dominating this sweet Omega more than I can even articulate.

“Good girl.”

Her body becomes pliant against mine as I spank her ass again. Her scent washes over me, and I can feel the pooling of slick against my thigh.

Fuck.

I pull my hand back and smack the same spot two more times as Sloane moans and adjusts herself on my lap.

“Last one,” I remind her.

The last one is the hardest, and her left cheek is a beautiful shade of pink once I’m done. I grab her thong and push it to the side, needing to see how wet this encounter made her.

I’m not disappointed in the slightest when my fingers are greeted with nothing but salacious wetness as I slide them into her cunt.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I tell her as I slide my fingers in and out of her, admiring her pink ass and the way her pussy is wrapped around my fingers.

“Knot. Now,” she says, and I grin to myself as she climbs off my lap and quickly rips her dress off, leaving her in her white bra and panties. I tug at the side of her underwear, sending it to the floor. I use my foot to push them under the bed so I can keep them for later.

She approaches me and unfastens my belt.

“Condom?” she questions, and I clear my throat and nod to my nightstand. She quickly heads over to the nightstand and pulls out an Alpha Max condom and comes back to stand between my legs.

“Are you going to take my cock out and ride it?” I ask her, and she lets out a little whimper as I help her undo my zipper and pull my cock out of my boxers and pants.

She gasps as she looks down at where I’m stroking my shaft.

“A-fucking-men,” she says, climbing on top of me and straddling my thighs. She has to nearly be on her toes to notch the head of my cock in her entrance.

Her dainty hands grab on to my neck as she slowly slides down my length. Both of us moan with pleasure as her warm, wet pussy takes me deep inside of her. She doesn’t take my knot, but just the prospect of her taking me that way has it swelling in anticipation.

“That’s it. You feel so good,” I tell her, and her nails dig into the back of my skull.

“God. You do too. Fuck. I needed this,” she whispers against my face as I grip her ass and shift her up and down my cock.

She winces slightly as I grab her tender flesh, and I can’t help it as I lift her up, my hands gripping her ass as I switch positions and lay her on her back so I can fuck her.

Our height difference makes it hard to kiss her, and I grunt, pulling out nearly all the way so I can lean down and crash her lips to mine.

She’s just as ravenous as me, kissing me like both our lives depend on it. Her scent is consuming, and her body is wrapped around me in some delicious sense of ownership I can’t handle.

Her heels are pressed against my ass, her cunt gripping me tightly while her fingers dig into my shoulders like I’m not close enough.

As I push deep inside of her, our gaze meeting and our lips parting, I realize she owns me wholly.

This isn’t a courtship. It’s a matter of when.

I glance down at her throat, wishing my mark was already on her, that we were bonded and I could feel how much she’s loving this moment.

But I settle for the second best thing, shoving my cock and knot deep inside of her, stretching her to fit around me. The only thing that would make this better is if there was no condom between us.

Her nails are sharp against my back, and I groan in pleasure from the seducing pain.

“Are you going to come around my knot, little Omega? God, I want to fill you up.”

Her head falls back as a needy moan slips through her lips. My knot swells to its full size as her walls wrap around me with her orgasm.

I watch her face the whole time. The way her brows furrow and her lips part. The imagery makes my cock twitch as I rut into her relentlessly, wanting her orgasm to last and needing to finish myself.

With a few more thrusts, I place more of my weight on her as I fuck her as deep as physically possible.

I come with a moan, my chest purring with my satisfaction as the Omega below me sighs and lets the softest whimpers of release fall out of her.

I’m catching my breath as Sloane rubs my beard and head softly. It’s an affection I’ve been withdrawn from for quite some time.

Knowing we’re going to be here a while, I do the same thing, stroking her hair and placing gentle touches against her face.

“Better?” I ask her with a cocky smile.

“So much better,” she says, grabbing me around the shoulders and pressing more of my weight on her than I’m comfortable with.

“I’ll crush you.”

“No, you won’t. I like it. Just keep purring,” she says.

So I do, my chest rumbling against hers with my knot deep inside of her.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this content in my life.