Page 27 of Vallaverse: Noir
His breath hisses from him and he wraps his hands around my hips, shoving me down on him. “Going to cum,” he pants. “Going to cum. Please, Dana. Please. Give – ”
His words cut off into breathlessness as his orgasm rushes through him and my body starts milking him, tightening over and over as his muscles bunch and shudder beneath me. I use my hold on his hair to jerk his head back and to the side and sink my teeth into the flesh just under his ear and behind his jawbone, right where his scent is strongest. Every single time I take his scent, pleasure and want is going to flow through him, something I intend to take advantage of regularly.
“Oh god!” he shouts, and repeats the words again and again as I grind against him, feeling our bond building itself between us as my own orgasm crashes through me.
I release my bite and lick the mark while we come back down to earth. Only when I'm satisfied that the mark I put on him hasstopped bleeding do I stop licking and kissing it. I pull back just a little to look into his blissed-out face. Beautiful. “You're mine now, Omega.”
“Yours,” he repeats and lays back, pulling me with him so that I end up draped over him. The only word I have to describe how our bond feels iscomplete. Beckett is utterly satisfied, which pleases me so much that I might actually be preening and I'm glad no one is here to witness it.
We drift in that sea of satisfaction until a soft knock sounds on the door. “Come in,” I call, knowing full well that it's Pierce returning from his foraging mission.
The scent of fruit filters through the room but I don't open my eyes or sit up to see the source. I listen as Pierce puts things down and into the small refrigerator, still unwilling to let go of the warm fullness of my Omega.
After a few minutes he approaches the bed and I still don't stir. He doesn't do anything more than brush my hair from my face. “Good,” he says, quiet and firm.
Good.
Yes. Yes, it is.
Chapter Fifteen
Pierce
“I'm going to need better descriptions than that, Beckett,” Dana demands.
She's been pacing the length of the room since Beckett gave his account of how he came to us covered in marks that other Alphas left on on his body. She's wearing Beckett's white dress shirt, at his request, and water is dripping down the front of it from her freshly washed hair. I'm as furious as she is, but the wetter the shirt gets, the more transparent it gets, and it's becoming a distraction. It doesn't matter that she's spent the past two days completely naked, breasts under a thin, white,wetshirt is a temptation anyone with common sense wouldn't be able to look away from.
“Just check with the heat service. Everyone, Omegas and Alphas, has to register with them. They keep records. You're an investigator, they'll give you any information you ask for.”
Dana stops pacing to raise her eyebrow at him. “They might, and they might not. There are privacy clauses and things likethat. And you said they would have likely been barred from the service after the authorities reported the misconduct.”
“You can't be angry with him, Dana,” I gently remind her. “He used a service that is there for him to use.”
She rakes her fingers through her hair and blows out a breath. “I'm not angry with him.” She gives Beckett another hard look. “I'm not angry with you. I'm angry with the situation. And I'm angry that I'm angry. I don't get angry.”
“I'm sorry,” Beckett says. “I didn't mean for you to be angry.”
Dana closes her eyes and tilts her face toward the ceiling, blowing out another breath. “Don't apologize, Beckett. Just promise me that you'll say something if we see them again. They left marks all over you. They refused to leave. One of them was going to keep you, whether you wanted to be kept or not. They would have fought over you, and you could have been badly hurt. That's what I'm angry about. If they were going to keep you, they could still try to come back to your unit at the center.”
“They won't,” Beckett argues. “I don't think they will, anyway. And I promise, if I ever see them, I'll tell you. Okay?”
“Thank you,” Dana says, then changes topics abruptly. “Okay. We need to collect ourselves and get going. I'm on a timeline, and we need to get your things from the center and get you settled at my place.”
I interrupt. “I can send someone for his things, and yours.”
“Excuse me?”
I fight back my smile. She's going to make me work for everything, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. “He's yours, and you're mine. You will both be relocating to my home. Nothing else makes sense.”
Her mouth drops open, but she recovers quickly. “I have an office here, Pierce. It's only a few minutes away from my apartment. I have responsibilities here. And I don't know you.”
“Beckett doesn't know you, but you're planning to move him into your place. What's the difference?”
Beckett sits back on the chair and smiles, thoroughly enjoying that the hot seat is under someone else.
Dana's mouth opens again, but she isn't as quick to close it. Her brow furrows when she does, though. “I don't suppose there is a difference, but I still have an office and a job. What is the commute like? I have to stay overnight at the office sometimes. What then?”
“Not any more,” I inform her, and Beckett nods in agreement. “There's no reason for you to do that.”
