Page 35 of Bailey-Rose: The Complete Duet

One of Warrick’s hands slid into my hair at the base of my neck then fisted. With a gentle tug, he drew my head back until I was looking up at the ceiling, my neck exposed to him. I could feel his lips as they brushed over my skin and his hot breath which had me shivering with need. The sensation of rough fingers caressed my bare leg until they slipped under my shorts and stopped at the crease where my leg met my body. A moan floated out of my mouth as he skimmed the edge of my underwear line, teasing that sensitive skin, yet so far from where I wanted him.

“If he can’t see what’s right in front of his face, then he’s the one who will never be enough,” Warrick said, his lips dancing along my skin as he spoke.

“So what if we have to make sure we don’t overdo it? Personally, I think that gives me the perfect excuse to take my time and enjoy. Every. Single. Inch of your body,” Warrick added, making sure to punctuate that last part with teasing kisses as he brought me closer to him. “Tell me, Bailey-Rose, did that man worship you the way you deserve to be worshiped? I’m betting that man is a selfish asshole who only cared about what he got out of sex.”

Using his nails ever so slightly, he dragged them along my thigh as he removed his hand, making me gasp. Warrick then slipped his fingers under my shirt, letting his thumb sweep over my nipple as his large hand wrapped around my ribs. I felt so small compared to him, yet I don’t think I’ve ever felt safer. When his hand in my hair finally released its hold, I dove in for a kiss, nipping at his lips to give me what I desperately needed.

Warrick didn’t hold back as he feasted on my mouth. It was intense, heady, and everything I never knew I wanted. There was a click, and one strap of my overalls slipped off my shoulder, soon followed by the other. With no hesitation, Warrick shoved up my shirt, exposing my cream-colored silk bra. When he hooked a finger over the edge of the cup and pulled it down, he broke our kiss, dipping his head to catch my nipple in his mouth. Tossing my head back, I arched, giving him the access he wanted, trusting his one hand splayed in the middle of my back would support me.

When he switched to the other side, I cried out, rocking against him, needing to feel more. Just like with Ulysses, my skin burned with desire I’d never experienced with any partner. It was like they had the magic touch to coax what they wanted out of me, and I wanted nothing more than to please them.

“So beautiful,” Warrick whispered as he kissed along my breastbone, where I had a scar from past surgeries. “I could listen to your little moans and gasps all night long. God, just imagining you sprawled out in my bed as I found every spot that made you cry out would be heaven. You have no idea how perfect you are, do you, my sweet Bailey-Rose?”

His teeth bit down on the meat of my breast, and I wanted nothing more than for him to mark me. The bond that can be created between an Alpha and an Omega was so intimate, unique science couldn’t explain it. For years, they’ve tried to understand why there was a primal drive for Alphas to mark their Omegas, for us to carry their scent along with their mark, proving we belonged to them and no one else. Once that bond is made, it can never be broken—those two are bonded for life.

Some Omegas experience being able to feel their Alphas on a more emotional level. While Alphas have been known to locate their Omega no matter where they are, it’s like they have an internal tracking that’s always fixated on their bonded partner. Each experience is different, special, and seems to be what the individual needs. Betas can also experience the bond through an Alpha’s mark, but the Betas can’t initiate the bond. It’s only through the Alpha’s bite that the experience is created.

In our world, the bonding mark is like being married for eternity. You are now one with that person or pack, allowing you access to everything the Omega’s Alphas have to offer. As always with Betas, there’s an extra step, and the Alpha needs to make a declaration in writing that the Beta is bonded to them in all ways. This is why it’s so important never to take being marked lightly and is seen as the ultimate commitment to each other. So why was I on the verge of begging Warrick to mark me after only a few days? It was too fast. No matter how badly I wanted to believe otherwise, we didn’t know each other.

As if he could tell I was distracted, he pinched my nipple, making me shout and grind against him. “Don’t get lost on me now,” Warrick cautioned, letting his finger swirl around my nipple. “I’m not often a man who gets possessive or jealous, but right now, I don’t want to share your attention with anything else.”

Holy shit, why was that so hot? No one ever talked to me the way these men seemed to so naturally. I was hardly ever seen as the sultry, sensual goddess they viewed me as. Most people tended to pat me on the head like I was a puppy, happy to stick by their side as they walked through life. There was no doubt in my mind that Warrick saw me as a woman.

“What do you think? Have I teased you enough to chase away the lies that bastard dared to utter in front of me?” Warrick asked as he tugged down the front of my overalls. “Fucking hell, Care Bear. Do you even realize how strongly you’re perfuming for me? Could it be that your body realizes how needy you are even if you don’t?”

My brain was in a cloud of euphoric feelings that I didn’t even notice how strong my scent was. It permeated the room to the point now that I noticed I could taste it on my tongue.

“I feel hot, so hot, and I want to be touched. No, I crave being touched by you. Please don’t stop,” I answered, rambling, not really sure if I was answering any of his questions.

Righting me so I was facing him once more, he grinned as he nuzzled his nose against mine. “Shh, Bailey-Rose, let your Alpha take care of you. Let me give you everything you need and deserve.”

He caught my lips in a hungry kiss, but it felt like he was still holding himself back. Then in an abrupt move, he gripped my hips, lifted, spun me to face the other direction, and set me back down. With a hand on my chest, he urged me to lean back against him.

“That’s it, my precious girl. Forget everything but what’s happening right here between us. Nothing else in the world matters but you and me right here,” he said as his other hand glided down my stomach and slipped under the band of my underwear. “I’m going to do my best to give you everything you need and not set off any alarms.”

My brain didn’t give a flying fuck about what he was saying with his fingers so close to where I was desperate to have him touch. It got to the point I rolled my hips to see if I could get closer, which earned me a chuckle from my Alpha.

“That’s not letting me take the lead now, is it? Be a good girl, and you’ll be rewarded…” Warrick paused to nip at the shell of my ear, “… I promise.”

Already melting at his words, he started to purr as he nuzzled against my neck that I willingly exposed to him. Again, here I was practically begging him to mark me, but Warrick was nothing but a gentleman who kissed and nipped my offered column of skin, acknowledging the gesture. Then any rejection I might have felt was thrown out the window as he let his fingers slide over my pussy. I could feel how slick I was for him and how my body molded to his touch, opening to him like a flower in the sunlight.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are for me,” Warrick praised. “So eager to please me, are you, precious girl? I did promise that good girls get rewarded, and I’m nothing but a man of my word.”

In a fluid motion, he sank one finger into me, and I nearly blacked out with the intense pleasure that flooded my body. He’d gotten me so turned on with simple touches and dirty words that for him to make me come was going to be child’s play. He languidly stroked that finger in and out of me, using the heel of his palm to apply pressure to my clit. Proving he was a man above other men, he located that certain spot every woman has at her core, guaranteed to bring on the fireworks.

Unable to stay as relaxed as I was at the start, my nails dug into his arms as the orgasm began to build. Closing my eyes, I tried to slow my breathing, but it was in vain as Warrick added a second finger and picked up a little more speed. Cries of pleasure poured out of me as the pressure from the impending climax built. Finally, when the dam broke, I let the feeling sweep me away, allowing my body to do as it pleased, unable to fight the natural response. Warrick slowed his movements but didn’t stop nudging that happy button, causing my muscles to spasm in delight. Then they stilled, but he didn’t remove them. Instead, it was almost like he simply enjoyed having them there to mark his territory.

“You, Bailey-Rose, are everything I ever hoped for and so much more,” Warrick murmured, removing his fingers. “There is nothing I would change about you because, to me, you are flawless.”

As if to add to that statement, he proceeded to place those two fingers in his mouth and suck them clean. He hummed like tasting me was as delicious as dessert, which I couldn’t fathom, but it was fucking hot. Boneless and sated, I snuggled with Warrick on the couch in his office. After a bit, he helped to put my outfit back together and wrapped me tightly in his arms.

“Promise me if Randall ever tries to corner you again that you call one of us right away. I don’t like the way he looked at you. It was almost as if he believed he was entitled to have you,” Warrick said in a serious tone. “I think we need to give you a panic button or see if we can add a different setting to your monitor to page us if there’s a problem.”

“As much as I don’t want to agree, I think it would make me feel safer too,” I admitted. “Would you be upset if we did dinner another time? I think I’d like to go home and be with everyone else for the evening.”

Warrick tucked some hair behind my ear and smiled. “We have the rest of our lives to go on dates, so I don’t mind one bit. Plus, I feel like this is something we might want to share with the others sooner rather than later, just so they know to be aware.”

The move had gone as smoothly as any move could. Jolene was a driven taskmaster, but she was detailed and organized in everything she did. Each box was labeled with what was inside it on the top and side so no matter how you stacked them, you could find it easily. Since the majority of it was her clothes, we stacked those in the closet while the others were lined up against the outside.