Brinley twisted her fingers in the fabric of his shirt. She could overanalyze, nitpick, and let anxiety hold her back until the decision was taken from her. It wouldn’t be hard. But she didn’t want to. If she were honest with herself, she actually knew what she wanted. She knew which outcome would hurt her more. It was just a matter of admitting that internal awareness out loud. For that, she had to take one more stabilizing breath. “By chance, can I have your knot for dessert?”
Okay, so she could have been more straightforward about it.
His nostrils flared with a hard breath and Lennox replied, “You know the condition for that, omega.”
A thrill shot through her, both at the indication that he remembered his own previous words, and at the rougher tone of his voice. “Yes, alpha,” she said on a whisper.
One of his hands lowered to her throat. He squeezed gently, intentionally, and asked, “Is that something you’re ready for?”
She sucked in a breath. “Yes.” She tugged on his shirt. “I am yours—Iwantto be yours—but I also want to make you mine. I want … what you promised.”
Lennox growled low and pulled them swiftly up from the sofa. He didn’t say a word as he took her by the hand and strode from the sitting room, toward the nearest staircase, and ultimately into a larger bedroom than Brinley had ever seen. It certainly put what she had considered to be his luxurious hotel suite to shame. He guided her into the room and turned her so her back was to the wall-to-ceiling window panoramic view of beautiful, calm waters. “You have until your pretty dress hits the floor to change your mind,” he said in a rough tone that perfectly complimented the burning weight of his hands at her hips. “If you don’t, every fucking inch of you is mine.” He leaned closer and whispered into her ear. “Forever.”
Brinley shivered as desire licked through her, hot and familiar. She smoothed her hands up his chest to begin popping the buttons of his shirt.
There was still that small voice in the back of her head that pleaded with her to wait, to reconsider, to flee. It was the voice of her paranoia, her anxiety. The part of her that would prefer to sit and ruminate until the clock ran out, then declare the expiring clock was a sign it hadn’t been meant to be. That voice would always tell her to wait, to reconsider, and to flee. It would always be frightened by the idea of embarking on the unknown. Oftentimes, Brinley heeded it. She considered it part of her survival instinct. But, occasionally, she dredged up her inner strength to remember that it did not control her and that she, in fact, needed to control it.
So, just as she had pushed herself to move forward with the masquerade plan, Brinley stomped down on that spark of anxiety and loosened Lennox’s belt. Because she had not lied to him. She wanted him, and everything he had offered her, more than she was capable of articulating.
He was the future she had scarcely dared dream of, and if she delayed, she would lose it. Lose him. The thought was unacceptable.
He stopped her working fingers before she could tug his unbuttoned shirt from the loosened waist of his slacks. With gentle squeezes at her wrists, Lennox said, “Strip for me, baby. Show me you really want this.”
A small whine escaped her as he took a single step back, giving her room. She didn’t want distance.
Brinley gave herself a mental shake and reached for the zipper at her back. She’d worn one of her nicer dresses that day, since she had known she would be seeing him. When she’d put it on that morning she’d felt a bit like an idiot at the choice. Now she was grateful.
She got an eyeful of his equally nude form for all of two seconds before he made a rumbling sound that filled the air and elevated her excitement to an inappropriate degree.
“Move to the window.”
Brinley blinked at him. “What?”
Lennox started forward, not waiting for her compliance, and hooked a hand over the back of her neck. He walked them toward the uncovered glass partition she’d barely glanced through previously. “I’m going to fuck you against this window before I give you my knot.” He leaned close to her ear, breath hot on her overheated skin. “Someday you’ll watch our kids playing in that yard from this window, probably still while I’m balls deep in your sweet pussy. Picture that future, baby.”
The breath lodged in her throat even as Lennox ran his hand down her spine, firmly pushing her shoulders forward until she had reflexively caught herself on the glass. She was far enough over that her breasts swung free and her ass stuck out, and for as odd as that should have been, or as aware as she should have been of him nudging her legs wider, Brinley couldn’t help but stare out at the partially glowing, sprawling property and water view beyond. The early evening darkness did little to detract from the sight. The view was beautiful, but blurred beneath the images Lennox had cast in her mind.
She had forgotten, for just a minute. She wasn’t on her suppressants. She hadn’t been for several days at this point. That meant she was also unprotected. A fact Lennox obviously also realized … and had no issue with.
Her fingers pressed into the glass, as if trying to dig in.I could really get pregnant tonight.There was a small chance she already was.
Lennox slid his fingers through her pussy and dropped a kiss to her back with a low groan. “So wet for me already, my omega.”
Her body clenched and she whimpered. “Lennox—alpha—please … fuck me. Knot me. Breed me.” She had no control over her tongue. The glimmer of a fantasy he’d whispered in her ear, combined with his touch and his promise of the most mysterious and coveted feeling of all, had her babbling all her wants at once. She was needy, achy, and she could smell him too close and too aroused to think of anything else.
His lips climbed up to her shoulder, one hand settled over her hip while the other worked two fingers inside her. “Glad to hear we’re on the same page.” He curled his fingers against her inner walls and paused, listening to her sharp, wet gasp. “I plan on making damn sure you’re full of my cum before my knot plugs you up.” His teeth teased her neck, just behind the mark.
Brinley tried rocking into the rhythm of his touch, but he took his hand away.
He straightened and she felt his cock push at her entrance. As soon as he was notched, both his hands latched onto her hips and he slammed deep inside.
She let her head fall back, let a scream tear from her, and offered no resistance whatsoever as Lennox immediately adapted a merciless pace. Her body welcomed him eagerly and she forgot all about the psychological exposure of the glass at her front. It became nothing more than an increasingly slippery surface barely keeping her upright. More so even when he stretched an arm up and around, taking almost rough hold of one of her breasts to play with the nipple.
It felt like no time at all before she was pleading with him to let her come.
He released her boob in favor of trailing those fingers down to her clit, his hips never faltering. “That’s it, baby. Clamp down on me. Take me with you.”
She rolled her hips backward as best she could and let out a staggered shout of bliss when the orgasm rolled through her. Her entire body shuddered and she gasped for breath. She distantly, absently, registered the twitching of his cock and the tell-tale warming sensation inside.
