Page 36 of Forbidden Taste
I shift, sitting up, my hand brushing his arm. “Let’s get you dressed and home, okay?” I slip from the bed, pulling him with me, his broad frame leaning into me, and lead him to the bathroom—my tiny dorm shower, barely big enough for one, let alone two.
He’s pliant under me, letting me rinse his curls, my hands gentle as I tip his head back, water cascading over his face, his eyes closing with a soft sigh. I wash him in silence, loving the little whimpers that fall from his lips as he tries to curl into my chest. By the time I’ve dried him off and stuffed him back into his shirt and a pair of sweatpants a little too big for me, he’s half asleep.
“Shit,” he murmurs, a long moan coming from him, the scent of his arousal spiking in the air. “It’s so goddamn messy. Fuck, I think I need you again.”
“Yeah, definitely time to go, babe. Come on.” I help him back into his shoes, his skin flushed as he starts nuzzling against my neck. We’re definitely out of time, my cock thickening at the thought of fucking him right here again. If I do that, he might very well have his heat in my dorm room and that’s not a fucking option.
One of my roommates is sprawled out on the couch with a beer when we step into the main room, his eyes widening. “Thought I smelled a little sugar factory in here. Damn.”
“Shut it,” I snap, my hand firm on Leo’s back, guiding him past, his steps sluggish. My car’s parked close, thank fuck for that, Leo groaning as he sinks into the seat, his head tipping back, his hand falling to his cock, languidly stroking himself through his pants. His nostrils are flared, jaw pulled tight as another one of those delicious sounds comes from him. It’s going to make driving home a bitch but it’s still better than Leo in heat around my roommates.
I dial Riley the moment I get in the car, pulling out onto the street.
“Hey,” Riley answers, his voice bright but edged with concern, “is everything okay?”
I glance at Leo, his eyes half-closed, still stroking himself, his hips starting to meet his hand. “Kind of. It could be worse. What time’s dinner?”
“At five,” Riley says, a laugh threading through his words. “My family eats like old people— so early in the day. I’ll be over around seven or eight. Do I need to bring anything?”
“Maybe some of your favorite pillows. Something with your scent. I’m going to order a few things to the house—don’t think he’s in any state to be shopping.” A loud groan rumbles from Leo beside me, his scent flooding the car, my pants suddenly too tight.
“Let me get off this phone before I have to fuck my hand,” Riley voice hitches, a squeal at the end of his words. “I can feel him through our bond and it’s making it really hard to concentrate. I’m going to be hard through dinner.”
Riley hangs up, his giggles still echoing in my ear as I reach over to grab Leo’s hand from his dick. “Babe, I know what you need and I’ll give you all of it when you get home. However, if you come right now, you’re going to regret it.”
All I get is an unappreciative grunt in response.
“If you go into heat in my car, you will be insatiable and I refuse to have your first heat in my backseat. It’s not far, okay? Just hold onto my hand, think about something else.”
He tightens his grip on my hand, a soul crushing pressure that has me biting my tongue. Him not going into heat in the passenger seat is just as important for him as it is me because I’m at the edge of my control. I might not mind fucking him on the side of the road but Leo will once he comes out of that heat haze.
Leo barely manages to hang on and I get to keep my hand by the time we reach the apartment, my beautiful Zeta taking up residence on my couch. He drags a pillow over his lap and I slot myself beside him, firing up my laptop, scrolling through nesting supplies—blankets, pillows, plush throws—anything to make this space his, ours. Leo’s quiet, his head resting against the couch, but he perks up now and then with little grunts and growls, always choosing the darker colors. He’s leaning into his Omega instincts, purring softly every so often, a deep rumble that vibrates through my chest. Then come the frustrated whines when he can’t see the screen, his brow creasing, his hands flexing, so that I tilt the laptop toward him, teasing him. “Easy, babe.”
But that doesn’t seem to be enough, Leo discarding the pillow and dragging me into his lap, his fingers splaying across my belly, his chin settling over my shoulder, his breath hot against my neck. It’s sweet the way he holds me, claiming me in this quiet, tender way as his arms tighten, his purr deepening.
I finish the order—blankets, pillows, a soft throw—hittingdeliverywith a satisfied hum. “Okay, they should be here in two hours.” I stand, stretching with my hands reaching toward the ceiling before turning to tell Leo I’ll make dinner, when he lurchesforward, his hands ripping my pants open—button snapping, zipper tearing and then swallowing my cock whole.
I gasp, my knees buckling, my hands clutching his shoulders, his mouth taking me deep, his tongue curling around me. “Hey, baby,” I rasp, my voice trembling, thick with need, “you needy for me?” Leo hums, a low, vibrating growl that shoots fire through my veins, his eyes fluttering shut, lost to his instincts—wild and desperate.
His lips stretch wide around me, his throat tightening as he sucks. My fingers sink into his curls, guiding him as he pleasures me, his groans muffled. I can already tell that his heat is going to be volatile, a tempest that’ll demand everything I have—every ounce of strength, every shred of control and I’m so fucking ready.
My hips rock forward, matching his rhythm. “That’s it, babe, so fucking good for me,” but it’s more than that—it’s the way he looks, the way he feels, that undoes me. I glance down, and he’s gorgeous, his sea-green eyes hazy with need, his cheeks flushed, lips glistening with spit and pre-cum, stretched around me like he was made for this, for me. He’s leaning into his instincts fully now, no hesitation, no shame—just pure, primal need, his purr rumbling against my cock, sending shivers up my spine, his tongue flicking, teasing, tasting me like I’m his only desire.
“Fuck, Leo,” I whisper as he swallows me deeper, his lips brushing against my knot, “you’re so beautiful like this. Look at you, giving yourself to me, so fucking perfect.”
His whine answers me, his hands moving to grip my thighs and I let him have me, my hands cradling his head, my heart pounding, one shaky, desperate breath at a time.
twenty-five
RILEY
I’m grumbling under my breath as I shove clothes into a bag, making sure to stuff an extra pillow drenched in my scent so that Leo has something to hold. The mirror catches my scowl; I’m overjoyed—fuck, I’mecstatic—but there’s a terror gnawing at me too. Leo’s heat pulses through the bond which has got me hard, my cock straining against my jeans, slick seeping out in sudden, desperate bursts. I’ve swapped my boxers twice already, cursing as the damp fabric clung to my thighs, and finally gave in, digging out the pair with the slick liner, a lifeline for a few hours. It’ll hold, but not for long—not with this ache, this need clawing at me, screaming for release.
I zip the bag, slinging it over my shoulder, and slip out of my dorm, taking the back stairs to circle around campus to the car waiting for me. I don’t want to run into anyone, especially not Benjamin, although he’s been radio silent for days, which is unnervingin its own way. I stopped checking the online boards two days ago, Wilson’s voice echoing in my head, telling me that I don’t really care about what anyone is saying aboutmymates.
And the truth is, I don’t. The only thing that matters is Leo and now Hawk.
The ride over is silent except for the faint music in the background, a mansion coming into view that just always reminds me of sadness. Am I happy for growing up with a silver spoon in my mouth? Absolutely. I’ve been afforded opportunities other people could only dream of but at the cost of loving parents and friends? I’m not sure I would do it all over again. Tonight, though, it won’t be silent—there’ll be yelling, finger-pointing, accusations that might get ugly.
