Page 104 of The Gift
Henley’s top lip, lifts in a bitchy snarl. A loud angry noise rushes past his teeth.
“See, you’re still fucked off, instead of enjoying me sitting in your lap. You’re looking at me as a reminder of your failings.”
I finish talking and he sucks in a sudden inhale. He would hear the heavy pound of my heart, he’d feel the tremble under his hands. I’m not cowering and he’s most definitely not making me scared or fearful, my shakes are in sympathy and nothing more.
“Don’t even start that bullshit, Bailey,” he spits furiously.
His eyes hood down. My guy is barely hanging on and this time I do lean in and whisper privately in his ear, “You broke me, Hen, I’m prepared to do the same to you if you need me to.”
I go to climb off his lap, not at all fazed by his current mood, which isn’t me being bitchy or defunct emotionally, I’m giving him space because sometimes you need a fucking minute, plus I was only getting into position. He’s reading everything wrong right now.
Henley’s hold on me changes, his fingers dig in, making it impossible for me to even stand up.
He growls like his furry ancestors again, his cold eyes boring into mine and doesn’t answer for what feels like forever. When he speaks, and it takes a while for him to start, it’s like the words are pulled out of him, “I can’t get past what he did, Bailey. That we fell for it too. It shouldn’t have happened.”
I shuffle on his lap moving down his thigh a little.
“That’s okay. I’m not asking you to get past anything. And now I’m going to fuck the demons out of you, like you did me.”
“I’ve got a lot of demons too, Bailey girl,” Ashton pipes up behind us, making me huff out a laugh, but I don’t look away from the challenge in Henley’s eyes.
“We’re having our first dinner as a pack, and you’re about to make your omega come in this stunning restaurant. How fucking freeing is that? Maybe my pussy pulsing around your knot will be the reminder you need of how much you have succeeded.”
Watching the crashing torment in Henley’s eyes, I undo his belt. My fingers bury straight inside his pants and when I touch his skin he hisses through his clenched jaw.
In the intimacy we share, or it’s might be when he leans on me in his time of need, I dump a storm cloud of my peachy scent, letting the world know how special he is to me. When I wrap my hand around his cock he hardens. And when he perfumes sweetly for me, so potent it’s like I’m sitting in one giant apple cinnamon pie, I feel like I’ve wet myself.
And Henley finally starts to thaw. A flash of something in his eyes, lets me know he’s slowly coming back.
“Don’t you ruin the panties Ashton gave me. Instead, I think you should fill me up with so much come there’s no way my panties can dry before he sucks your seed out of my pussy on our walk back to our suite.”
While Henley’s face is telling of his lingering frustration, his feather soft touch as his fingers trace up the inside of my thighs are not. This man is a contradiction, but aren’t we all? Life can be fucking hard to navigate at the best of times, which makes finding your port in life so damn special. And Hen isn’t a port at sea, he’s my whole fucking ocean in all its constant, changing glory.
“Touch me, Hen, feel what an amazing job you’ve done in saving people and building a future for them. My pussy is sopping wet because I feel safe with you, and I only feel that way because of the success that nips at your heels. I’m going to have a good time fucking each and every nightmare out of you, and I’ll be insisting you do the same in return, okay?” I drop my forehead to his, my words for us only. Koda, Ash and Reno are with us but this is for him.
Wordlessly, his fingers brush over the strip of pink lace that barely covers my slit, and like I promised, I’m not wet—I’m saturated. His eyes flare at his discovery. The sound my body makes when he pushes the tip of his finger inside tells the rest of the table how very aroused I am, you know, in case anyone missed the overly sweetness of my peachy scent.
I sit up slightly, hovering to rub his wet dick over my slick entrance and as he moves the lace, I slide down. We both crane up at his sudden and beautiful intrusion, moaning and panting softly into each other’s mouth.
“Watch them, Henley, not me. See how grateful your pack are for everything you’ve done.” I hook my feet on a part of the chair to leverage more and take all of him in.
His hands move to my ass cheeks, rocking me back and forth, helping me take his cock and once he glides all the way in, stretching me so, so good, he widens his legs, leaning back against the chair. After a loud and long exhale, the sounds he makes morph into a satisfied groan and his gaze flicks over my shoulder. I watch closely as the tension in his blue eyes eases as they move slowly from Koda to Reno then over to Ashton, hopefully realising or seeing how much he has achieved.
His thrusts are slow and deep, taking me to faraway places, and when his eyes come back to mine, I know he’s with me on our journey. His mouth relaxes, the tautness lifting slowly in acknowledgement of how good he knows he’s fucking me. The mood around us changes as he spreads my ass cheeks wide, wrapping his arm around me possessively. A few thrusts are for us but then he tugs me forward, giving them a chance to see the way his cock is stuffed inside my pussy.
“Hen, baby, I’ll never get tired of watching you cock our omega. She’s right, she’s our reason, and don’t fucking lose sight of what us sitting here means.”
I grind down, circling my hips back and forth urgently. My tongue dancing over his gritted jaw. Henley is a powerhouse, currently a storming one but as we keep making love in the middle of our dinner, it’s like a click or a clap of realisation. It might be the words Ashton spoke or the rock of our hips, but he’s closed a door in his mind and is back here with us properly.
“We’ve got so many other good things to focus on Henley. And you being proud of what you’ve done here is a step in the right direction,” I wink at him, moving in for a kiss and to whisper in his ear again. “Let it go so we can focus on us. A knot is one thing, but I promise I’m going to be one very greedy omega. I want everything from you. Everything, Henley, even the ugly parts are mine.”
He stands up abruptly, cupping my ass in one hand and with the other he lifts me off his cock and sends everything off the table with a crashing sweep of his hand before he places me where our dinner was.
Ashton moves to standing. “Sit fucking down,” Henley snaps, his voice like a thunder punch rendering everyone at the table speechless.
He positions me on my side, presses my legs shut, one hand on my hip to keep them moving and with the other he shoves his cock back in, making me call out in pleasure. I know the pack is watching, I feel their hunger and eagerness from here, but Henley is not sharing, he is showing. He holds me still before he fucks his demons out of me.
And he’s loud, grunting and groaning, filling the restaurant with the tell-tale signs of an alpha ravishing and ruining his omega. I join him. There is no way I could be quiet. The way he lets go of whatever was holding him back has me crying out almost on an endless whimper. I swear to god the whole table moves at one point until Henley pulls out again, flips me over and bends me at the hips to face his pack. His cock rams back inside, and I scream at the punishing pleasure.
