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I rise from my chair and walk the short distance separating us to stand between Dair’s spread legs and the table. “Good,” he praises. “Now, sit on my lap.”
Blood rushes to my face in embarrassment, but I can’t ignore the hot, clenching need his command elicits. I know that I could deny his request with zero repercussions, but damn do I want to find out what happens when I obey. Slowly, I awkwardly perch my ass on one of Dair’s massive thighs.
“All the way, little one,” he says, pulling me in closer to his chest with a massive hand around my hip. “There, that’s better.”
Better for who? I squirm on his thigh, overwhelmed by how deep and strong his scent is this close to his neck. Forget the stew, now all I want to do is bury my face against Dair’s scent gland and suck the skin into my mouth.
“Here,” he says, distracting me by bringing a spoonful of stew right to my lips. I petulantly twist my head away in protest. I don’t want the stew; I want to taste him. “Raine,” he says, “let me give you what you need, okay? It’s been a really stressful day, and I bet your hormones are all over the place. First food, then relief.”
Relief? Gods, yes, that’s what I need. Some kind of relief from this building ache inside of me. I open my mouth and accept the bite of stew, earning me a whispered, “Good,” from Dair.
He feeds me, spoonful by spoonful, until his bowl is empty. The whole time, his stormy eyes never leave my face as they switch between looking into my eyes and watching the spoon disappear between my lips.
If he thought filling my belly would be enough to sate my hunger, he was wrong. The gnawing need inside of me has only grown, amplified now by the comfort of having eaten, and the security of being wrapped around him.
Dair’s face is dark and masculine in its intensity. He’s watching me like he wants to eat me instead of the stew. “That’s better, isn’t it?” he asks, voice on the edge of a growl.
“More,” I whisper, burying my face against his neck like I’ve been dying to.
“Yes,” he groans, “give yourself what you need.”
I nestle into his neck where his scent is dark and erotic, and I can’t stop myself from giving his skin a little lick. I gasp, mortified, and wrench my head back to apologize, but Dair doesn’t seem upset. He seems undone.
“Is that what you need?” he rasps. I wiggle on his thigh, nodding. “Hold on,” he says, and then he scoops me into his arms, carrying me across the small room to deposit us onto the couch. He deftly arranges me so that I’m straddling one of his thick thighs, and I can’t stop the helpless grind of my pelvis.
He smooths a hand over my hair. “Poor omega. Are you needy?”
“Yes, Dair,” I gasp, and his hands grip my hips to move me harder and faster over his taut muscles. The thin shorts I’m wearing are useless against the tide of slick now soaking through them and onto Dair’s pants. I should be embarrassed, but I’m so fucking turned on knowing that I’m soaking him in my slick. Marking him. Owning him. This is how it should be. This is what I’ve been missing.
“You see that, Raine? You see your slick all over my lap? Fuck,” he grunts. “We smell so good together.”
My hips move of their own accord now, grinding and sliding and stimulating my clit just right. “Feels so good,” I moan. “I’ve needed this.”
“Yeah?” he asks, moving his hands around to grip my ass. “You like this, huh?”
“So much. I’ve never done this with another person,” I shyly whisper. “Is it always like this?”
“Like what, little one?”
“Intense, world-ending pleasure? I feel incredible . . . and possessive,” I rasp. “I want you to smell like me.” I briefly worry that I’m being too much, too soon, but his eyes are full of storm clouds and silver lightning.
His hands grip me tighter as he growls, “No, it’s not always like this. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you. I mean, look at you, baby. Riding my thigh, marking me. I’m going to leave this cabin smelling like yours, omega.”
Oh, I like that a lot. His words unleash something possessive and dark inside of me that I didn’t know existed until this very moment. I grip his shoulders and push him hard into the couch. Now that he’s further reclined, I can see the hard outline of his dick trapped in his pants. I inch up his leg, pushing my knee deeper between his legs so that my thigh brushes the underside of his erection with every rock of my hips. He moans as his head drops back into the cushions.
Shit, he’s literally hard from the idea of publicly displaying my claim. Slick pours from me as a needy whine drones in my throat. He’s not talking about hiding this; he wants to show off what we’ve done. I clench my teeth, hands digging into his shoulders as my release builds near to bursting.
“I think you’re the one who likes this,” I hiss, sliding my pussy over his leg again and again. “You want me to come all over your thigh, alpha? You want to smell like mine, don’t you?”
“‘Want’ is an inadequate word. Remember what I said, Raine. It feels like a part of me will die if I leave without you. So, no, I don’t want this—I need it. Need to know that I took care of you.” I push harder into his leg, increasing the pressure on my clit. “I want everyone in this fucking compound to know that you got off while using me.”
“Dair,” I gasp. “I’m coming.” And then my hips are stuttering over his thigh as every muscle in my pussy shudders in rhythmic pulses. I feel my slick gush, feel the warm puddle soak into his pants. For long moments, every part of my body tingles in waves of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known.
When I finally relax into the warm bliss that settles after orgasming, I slump onto Dair’s chest and bury my face into his neck again.
“Raine,” he whispers, broken and amazed. “You’re incredible.”
I nuzzle across his collarbone and tuck my nose into the gaping collar of his shirt to root around in his soft chest hair. “Mmm,” I agree with a moan, then lick at the thick scars on his chest as my body comes back to Earth.
