No Reservations, Part One by Viola Grace
Chapter Eleven
Dexter heard the soft footfalls on the stairs, and he looked toward the door, his body vibrating with tension. Olivia stepped around the corner, and she paused in the doorway. The light behind her cut through the slip that she was wearing, and she twisted one toe on the floor. He swallowed. She was cute, curvy, and she smelled like sex and Argus.
“Um, hi, Dexter.”
He followed what Ambrose had drummed into his head, and he swallowed and held his hand out to her. “Hi, Olivia.”
She walked forward and took his hand. He pulled her close, and she cuddled up against him. She was so small and dainty, and she smelled like peaches. He filled his lungs with her scent and ignored the throbbing of his cock. This was a moment he didn’t want to fuck up. His first encounter with his omega was going to be second only to the bonding night in his memory, so he had to get it right.
He ran his fingers through her hair and pressed soft kisses to her head and her temples before tilting her head back and brushing his lips across hers. He gave her tiny, light kisses until she was up on her toes to keep contact with him. Her body was squirming against his, and Dexter fought his grin. When they broke the kiss, she looked at him, and her eyes were sparkling with laughter. “Feeling smug?”
“Oh, very.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Can I take you to my room and explore the smugness?”
She nodded shyly, and he flipped her over his shoulder. She laughed as he carried her, and it was when he slid his hand up her thigh and stroked the soft skin near her sex that she stopped laughing and whined softly.
He chuckled and entered his room. “Sorry about the heavy scenting, but it has been a stressful few days.”
She murmured. “What? Ohhh.”
Dexter eased her off his shoulder and held her against him, her feet off the floor. He rubbed his head against her, adding his scent to Argus’s and her own.
He stood her on his bed and slid her slip up and off. He took a look at her, and his purr rumbled out. She was perfect. There were some pink marks that had obviously been left behind by Argus. Her nipples were pink and erect, the scent of peach was thickening into a nectar scent, and her lips were full. The rest of her was all curves and valleys, and he couldn’t wait anymore.
He kept himself calm, and he murmured, “Lie down.”
She flopped onto the bed, and he snorted with laughter. Her breasts jiggled, and her thighs shook as she came to a slow stop. “Good mattress, alpha.”
Precum started leaking from him at her husky words. He fought the urge to tell her that his mother had picked it out.
He stripped off his shirt and climbed onto the bed. “I am glad you like it, omega. I am going to keep my trousers on until I am going to be inside you.”
She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Stick to the underwear. It will be faster... later. For me, fine coordination goes right out the window when I am trying to cum.”
He snorted. “Good point.”
He unbuttoned, unzipped, and stepped out of his trousers, taking off his socks for good measure. She grinned, looking at him. “Good call.”
He moved over her and parted her thighs wide, lying along her body and realizing how small she was compared to him. She groaned, and she bent her legs to either side of his hips, pulling him down to press against her. The soft slide of her skin against his nearly undid him, and he understood Ambrose’s warning.
He kissed her softly, and she tried to take charge, but he growled softly, and she whimpered and leaned back.
He lifted his head in remorse. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to. I don’t usually growl.”
She blinked and looked at him with a soft twist to her lips. “And I usually don’t stop when I have something I want in front of me. I am still getting used to this. I am not used to folks trying not to upset me. If I tick you off, feel free to growl. I might cringe, but I will get over it.”
Her little speech was so sweet, and he could see that she was trying to be brave.
He purred for her, and she relaxed instantly. Her hands moved up and down his back, and he had trouble concentrating. She leaned up and sucked at his lip before licking and humming happily.
Dexter began a slow kiss, rolling his hips into the sprawl of hers, and the heavy scent of peaches filled the air. He smiled as his senses focused on the pounding of her heart, the temperature of her body and the silk of her skin. He kept the slow roll of his hips against hers until she was whimpering and clawing at him, and when she wailed softly, he continued to torture himself until she wound down to a soft whimper.
He purred deep, and she jerked in surprise as his cock pressed against her carried through with the vibration. He moved his hips against her again, and she moaned, “Dexter, can you be inside me, please?”
He grinned. “You are very polite.”
“Never an excuse to be rude.”
She ran her hands across his back, and to his shock, she used her nails and brought her fingers from his shoulders down to his ass in a pair of long scratches.
His mind went blank, he shoved his underwear out of the way, and lined up to bury himself inside her. She gasped and moaned but gripped his back and rolled her hips in time with his.
Dexter focused on the heat of the tight fist of flesh around him and not on the urge to rut away until he was knot-deep and she was squealing with every deep tug.
He frowned and carefully moved inside her while she went wild around him. He wanted to give in, wanted to flip her over and drive into her from behind until they were fused together and she couldn’t get away, but this was for her. She needed to know that pleasure was the end game at their hands.
He thrust slowly and evenly, but she wasn’t going for it. She rocked her hips upward with increasing ferocity, and then, she took his knot, and he paused. It took to the count of two before his control shattered again, and he thrust against her with his knot squeezed for the first time in his life.
* * * *
Olivia had been desperate, but he had been in a weird Zen state, so she thrust upward and took his knot. He had worked through his shock and then started pounding into her, growling and purring in equal measure as she squeezed him, and her second orgasm swept through her, a weird shivery sort of thing.
She clasped him as his steady pace built her lust and frenzy again. She clawed at him, whimpered, and he continued to rut her until she screamed and he roared again. He dropped onto her, and she licked and kissed at his chest and neck while they waited for his knot to recede in girth.
Reading about it, practising with toys, hadn’t prepared her for the variety of length and width that she was running into.
Dexter asked, “Are you okay?”
She blinked up at him, panting. She smiled. “Yes. Pretty sure. How are you doing?”
The bright beam of happiness shone from his expression. “Amazing. You feel...”
She clenched on him, and he purred deep, which made her tighten around his knot again.
He kissed her and murmured, “You feel like heaven.”
Her mind froze at the mention of heaven. She had been beaten often enough with god behind the fist that heaven and hell weren’t something she sought out.
His brows snapped together. “What just happened?”
She blinked, and tears welled in her eyes. “It doesn’t matter.”
He stroked her cheeks and feathered kisses across her lips. “It matters. Now, what did I say?”
She took a deep breath. “There is no place in heaven for a broken bitch like you. Heaven doesn’t take omega sluts, and certainly, the defective cows like you won’t get in.”
He gasped. “You... they told you that?”
She looked up at him. “It came with fists. I don’t believe it, but I can’t stop the memory.”
He sighed. “What can I say to undo that?”
She rolled her hips and shuddered.
“Aw, fuck.”
She gave him a shy smile. “That sounds better. Compliments are not really something I am good at. I don’t have any experience with them when it comes to me.” She stroked his cheek. “I am in therapy. I am working on it.”
He kissed her palm. “I am glad because you are a thousand shades of beautiful, and I want to be able to tell you about all of them.”
She smiled softly. “I look forward to hearing about it. For now, I am happy, my body is humming, and I think my soul is panting with exhaustion, but I want to keep going.”
Dexter groaned, his ginger-kissed hair and black brows giving him a delightfully serious expression. The golden-green of his eyes was hot when he looked at her.
He was an adult, but he was still filling out. He would have massive shoulders when he finished maturing, and she really wanted to be here for that. Right now, he had the build of an athletic beta, but it was pretty obvious that he wasn’t done yet.
He smiled. “I wish that tonight I could tangle around you until you could accept how you make me feel, but today was so that we could learn what you tasted and smelled like and felt like. We needed to learn you.” He nuzzled her cheek. “Argus was the only one who had even had physical contact with you before the Omega Centre.”
She blinked and vaguely remembered scent marking their hands. She blushed. “I don’t remember much about that.”
He growled. “You were in heat, so it is no wonder you don’t, but you weren’t reacting like any heat I have ever heard of. We got instructions on how your reactions might be unexpected, but we will try and work with you during your next one. They said it would start soon...”
He raised his brows hopefully.
She giggled. “That is what my bloodwork says. As you stated, I don’t give off the regular signs, and you don’t know me well enough yet to read the other signs.”
He kissed her temple and her cheek. “What other signs?”
“I eat an obnoxious amount of fruit, I clean obsessively to get ready for the lockdown, and I hide when I am tired instead of trying to find someone to touch.”
He blinked. “Oh, that is good information.”
She smiled. “You asked. Secrets won’t do me any good in the long run if I bond to someone.”
He frowned. “If? You are our bond mate; we just don’t want to rush you.”
She sighed softly, wanting to ask him how he would feel about pulling someone hanging off a cliff edge when they didn’t feel rushed. She didn’t want to be rushed; she wanted to feel safe. Everything else would grow from that.
His knot was finally milked to satiation, and their combined fluids slipped out and dripped onto her body and then his bed.
Dexter sighed and kissed her softly. “I don’t want to leave you.”
She teared up and blinked. “I don’t want to go.”
To her surprise, the door opened, and Ambrose came in with a kind smile.
Dexter sighed. “He has a sixth sense for sex.”
Ambrose chuckled and said, “Dexter, hold onto her and roll over to your back.”
Olivia blinked as Dexter tucked his arms around her and obediently rolled.
She settled her legs to either side of his hips, and she was firmly down to his base. Dexter started swelling inside her again, and she blinked in surprise.
Ambrose chuckled. “Don’t be surprised, Olivia. We will constantly be as aroused as you during your heat. A few minutes between us will be the norm.”
He peeled off his clothes, and her eyes went wide. She jolted on Dexter, but he flexed his fingers around her waist and soothed her. “It’s fine. Ambrose is our alpha, by age if nothing else.”
Ambrose knelt behind her, and he touched her cheek, turning her head to his. “Let me know if you don’t like something. Right?”
He kissed her sweetly. “I am waiting for verbal confirmation.”
She took a deep breath. “Right. But no anal on the first date.”
He grinned. “Noted.”
He cupped her breasts and smoothed his hands over her skin; she exhaled and let the feel of his hands on her and the hard cock inside her take her away. They didn’t cover this in the brochures.
