Page 35 of Forbidden Taste
His hands continue to roam, his thumbs brushing my nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. He sucks one between his lips, muttering, “So fucking gorgeous, babe,” before he returns to my neck and works his way down again, sucking at the dip above my ribs,nipping at the taut skin over my stomach, his tongue flicking out to taste me. My hands flex on either side of me, gripping the sheets, my slick soaking through my boxers, dripping between my thighs, and I’m out of my mind—need clawing at me, the heat simmering hotter beneath my skin.
Hawk’s fingers hook my boxers, slowly dragging them down my legs, my cock jutting out, already leaking, pre-cum beading at the tip. He groans before leaning in, his breath hot against my length, his lips brushing the head before he takes me in, sucking me deep. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he whispers, his voice vibrating against me, words spilling out between licks—“So thick, babe, filling my mouth, driving me crazy.”
I whimper, my hips bucking, my slick pooling on the sheets, my body trembling under the onslaught of his tongue, his lips, his worship. My fingers finds his hair, tangling in those soft strands, tugging him closer before I’m ripping him back up to my lips, crashing my mouth against his, tasting myself on his tongue. “No more playing,” I gasp, fingers digging into the base of his neck. “I think I’m going to die without you inside me.”
The words feel foreign coming from me but I mean them, my hole clenching around nothing, my instincts daring me to drag Hawk onto the bed and fuck myself on his cock. But my Alpha has it covered, slowly pushing me further into the middle of the bed before laying me down. “You are so beautiful, Leo, more beautiful than you know, and you’re all mine.”
He leaves the bed just long enough to strip before he crawls between my thighs, his cock nudging against my ass. He wounds an arm around the back of one of my thighs, opening me up for him and then slips inside, stretching me open, filling me inch by inch,and it’s the most perfect feeling—hot, tight, a pressure that steals my breath, my body yielding to him, welcoming him home.
There’s a flicker of panic at first as he sinks deeper but Hawk keeps talking, his voice a steady hum against my ear. “I’ve got you, babe, just feel me, so good for me.” His lips find mine, his tongue sweeping my mouth, his hands roaming my chest, keeping me in the moment.
It’s enough—the edge I need—and I let go, my hips rocking up to meet him, my groans mingling with his as he makes love to me, each thrust a pulse of heat, a dance of bodies singing the same song. My slick eases the way, my hole clenching around him, his knot nudging against my entrance, a promise of more.
Hawk pulls back, his chest heaving, his dark eyes locked on mine, glinting with need. “Do you want my knot, baby?”
“You said you’re mine,” I say, “prove it.” The words spark fire in his eyes, and he surges forward, his knot breaching me, stretching me even wider, locking us together. A cry tears from my throat, a prayer on my lips, “Oh my God, this is everything,” my voice breaking, my body trembling as pleasure crashes over me, my release coating his stomach.
Hawk groans, his hips still rocking against me as his knot swells fully inside me, his breath hot against my neck as he offers me a filthy, messy kiss. “I definitely struck gold with you two,” he purrs against my lips, his voice rough with awe. “You are so precious.”
“Riley said the same thing,” I murmur, my voice thick, my hands finding his back, fingers digging into the lean muscle, holding him close as my body adjusts, my heat simmering, sated for now. That wave of exhaustion that comes with being knotted overtakes me, trying to pull me under.
“Well, good,” he says, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes, “because then maybe you’ll start believing it.” And then he picks up his pace, his knot wedging deeper inside of me as he comes, spurring me onto another, smaller release, my own knot swelling in response.
For the first time, I don’t hate the idea of submitting. Not with Hawk, at least. And the looming presence of my heat isn’t such a scary thing with him and Riley at my side.
twenty-four
HAWK
I hold Leo close, my arms wrapped around his broad frame, his body heavy and warm against mine on the bed, the sheets tangled around our legs. His curls stick to his forehead, damp with sweat, clinging in soft, wild loops, my fingers running across the freckles splayed across his flushed skin. He’s covered in them, the ones spread out on his face like looking into the night sky but the ones along the rest of him are just as gorgeous, ones I intend on pressing my lips to when time allows.
He looks so fucking serene like this, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady movements, his scent softening with every breath. I never imagined I’d find mates before leaving school, but these last few days with him and Riley have been everything I didn’t know I needed—raw, romantic, a connection that fills the cracks I’ve carried since my sister, since the guilt that drove me here. Leo shifts, nuzzling closer, a soft whine slipping from his lips.
But we’re not out of the woods yet, and that gnaws at me. Some of the rumors have died down—Leo and Riley orbiting me, their scents on me, mine on them, a quiet claim that’s softened the whispers about coercion, about abuse. Except they’ve changed, morphed into something else, something uglier.
I’ve caught snatches of it—words scrawled in the bathroom stalls, muttered in the halls, directed at me now—rent-an-Alpha, predator, using them—nothing definite, nothing solid enough to pin down, and no one from the administration has come knocking.
Benjamin’s the real problem, though—a jagged edge I haven’t told Leo or Riley about, not wanting to scare them. He cornered me two days ago, outside the dance studio, his smug face twisted with venom.
“You think you can just slide in, Thorne? Take what’s mine? I’ll ruin you, all of you.”Empty threats, at best, posturing from a petty Alpha who doesn’t scare me in the slightest. I’ve dealt with worse, seen real danger, and Benjamin’s nothing but a loudmouth with a bruised ego. I laughed in his face, told him to try it.
“You better stop these shenanigans, parading around with Riley. He’s my Omega.”
“It’s Riley’s choice who he chooses,” I told him, “and it’s evident by the bite on his shoulder that he chose Leo.” That bite had been the talk of campus lately, whispers about Leo’s Zeta designation rippling through the halls, Riley’s bond a quiet scandal. There’d been nasty looks, muttered slurs but they died out fast, fizzling under the weight of Riley and Leo’s indifference, the way they shrugged it off, stars in their eyes as they looked at each other, hands brushing, lingering kisses, giggles. And now I’m part of it, over the moon, my chest swelling every time they turn those looks on me, every time Riley grins, every time Leo leans into my touch.I can’t wait to put my bite next to Leo’s, claim Riley fully, take Leo too—make him mine, maybe even take his bite if I’m lucky enough to earn it.
Benjamin tried to taunt me, telling me that Leo coerced Riley into that bite, into their bond but I was there when that bite happened. I told Benjamin that he was minding business that wasn’t his, that the further he stepped, the more I’d be inclined to do something given the fact that both Leo and Riley were now mine to protect. Rehashing the full extent of that incident in the classroom where Leo had actually been protecting Riley had Benjamin flustered, defensive, and that’s when I found out he was on probation, told to steer clear of Riley on campus.
Riley mentioned that he had spoken to the Dean after Leo had been all but accused of being aggressive, coercing Riley into a relationship, and furthermore by Professor Jameson that attacking an Alpha was uncalled for. I suppose Riley straightened that out and I’m glad. I never really liked Professor Jameson.
Benjamin tried to push back against the facts but unlike Riley or Leo, an Alpha standing up against another Alpha didn’t draw as much flack. His fist curled up, drawn back by his face but I laughed at him, knowing that he would be the one to suffer, not me.
“I’m not Riley or Leo. I don’t have the same stipulations. If you throw that punch, I will hit back, and I will win. You’ll suffer your pride and your spot at this school.”
I left Benjamin standing there in that hallway but Riley is only protected while he’s here. Facing the Dean and telling her the truth afforded Riley peace over the last few days. But that could change tonight, when Riley heads home for dinner with his parents.
I don’t know what Benjamin’s planning, don’t know how far he’ll push. Riley’s strong, fierce in his own way, but his parents areruthless from what I’ve heard, and if Benjamin’s lurking, waiting to pounce, it could get messy.
Leo stirs against me, his body shifting in the tangle of sheets, and I feel it—the moment he wakes, a soft groan rumbling from his chest, vibrating where his skin presses to mine. “It feels like it’s going to happen tonight,” he mutters, “maybe tomorrow. God, it’s so uncomfortable.”
