Page 73 of In Doubt
Her eyes flutter open and her blissed-out gaze meets mine.
“That was what, Alpha?” she asks, with a satisfied smile on her lips.
“Beautiful,” I tell her. “So beautiful. Giorgie, you–” but the rest of my words are lost as I nuzzle into her neck, drawing her body close against mine.
I’m so high on her, on all of it, that I almost forget what I wanted most.
She whimpers and I withdraw my digit from her and bring my finger to my mouth. Her juices run all over my hand, over my wrist and down my arm. It glistens in the light that streams through the window and smells like ripe fucking watermelons.
She watches me wide-eyed as I suck on my finger, groaning so loudly as her flavours hit my tongue that the sound vibrates through my chest. My head falls back against the headrest, my eyes roll in their sockets and my dick stiffens harder than it ever has.
Nothing, it’s nothing, nothing, nothing like I imagined. Too good for words, too good for thoughts. Like fucking nectar from the gods.
I’ve eaten pussy before, plenty of pussies, not one has tasted like this.
“Good?” she asks, with a hint of a giggle.
“You have no fucking idea. I may never get round to fucking you, Omega, because I’ll be too busy eating you out every second, every minute, every hour of the day. Just sit on my face and I’ll be in heaven.”
She giggles again, sedated and calmer now she’s had an orgasm. For now, anyway.
“I never took you to be one to exaggerate, Jake Grantham.”
“I’m not exaggerating,” I tell her sternly as I continue to lick her slick from my hand. Every last drop of it. I’m not wasting a molecule. It would be a crime.
Giorgie drifts off to sleep, perched right on top of my throbbing cock, her head resting on my shoulder, and I hold her, stunned beyond belief. Not thinking about where we’re going and what will come next until the wheels of the car crunch over the gravel on the villa’s drive.
Then I remember I’m taking this omega in heat to my pack. Something I haven’t discussed with Giorgie.
Maybe she was wrong to trust me after all.
19
Giorgie
I’m half asleep, when I feel the alpha lift me from the car and carry me out into the sunlight and then through into the cool inside. Male voices murmur around me but I’m too sleepy to understand the words, too tired to open my eyes. I nuzzle against the alpha’s hard chest, loving the feel of his strong arms cradling me and eventually he lowers me onto a soft mattress.
“I’m going to fetch you some pillows and blankets, Baby Girl?”
“No,” I murmur, attempting to hang onto him, but he slips away and I drift into sleep.
Stabbing pain in my gut wakes me later. I grit my teeth together, moaning as I clutch my stomach and roll from side to side.
When the spasm subsides, I open my eyes, panting. I’m lying in a darkened room, heavy drapes pulled shut against the bright sunlight that spills into the room around the edges. I’m hot, caked in sweat, my clothes damp and sticking to my skin. Around me are pillows, sheets and blankets and I’m marooned in a humongous bed. A bed big enough for several people.
For a moment fear curls around my throat.
“Omega?” comes a familiar voice.
Jake.
Instantly I remember where I am and what happened, the fear slipping away, warmth filling its place.
This heat came out of nowhere, and while this isn’t how I intended taking things with Jake, I’m glad I’m here, with him.
I manage to prop myself onto my elbows and find him, leaning over his knees, on a chair in the corner.
He’s fully dressed and that seems somehow criminal when right now I’d like his skin pressed to mine.
