Page 79 of The Gift
“Come suck me more,mygorgeous slut.”
She sits back on her heels, her mouth open as she waits while I drag my leaking cock from my name around her throat all the way to her mouth again. Leaving her neck and face gooey wet with my claim.
“I’m so fucking close to rut right now. You did that. Didn’t you?”
I pump forward with a surge. My hips moving faster, thrusting deep down her throat again. And she feels poetic, humming in her throat around me. Seeing my name on her unlocks a primal sense of ownership that somehow makes me harder still.
She pulls back to catch her breath, laughing that deep throaty laugh of hers, and I wait until she’s back to pink before I drag her to swallow me again, her cheeks hollowing out. The noises she makes, these little mewls and wet sucks hit me in the balls, and then she makes my heart fucking stop, grabbing the base of my knot and squeezing it, making me see stars.
“Fuck, Bailey, Jesus.” I moan, losing my rhythm and focus. “Going to come down your throat. Do that again.” I growl, holding her head in my hands and shoving myself so far down her throat she moans loudly.
“Sshh,” I say, but then I lose the ability to speak when she listens, squeezing my knot.
I don’t just come down her throat, I fucking gush. Bailey gags, trying to swallow, but she digs her nails in my thighs when I try to pull out. But I can’t fucking suffocate my omega while I fill her full. Slapping her hands away, I send the rest of my come over the expensive necklace she now wears. My hands instantly on her tits, rubbing my seed over her nipples through her lacy bra.
I can’t stop this need to keep touching her, being next to her, it’s driving me insane, almost as much as her intense peachy perfume does.
With her, I feel omnipotent. My strength feels supercharged, my alpha tendencies more intense, to the point of breaking. But she also makes me feel so incredibly underprepared, because if something happens to her, I can’t begin to understand the mayhem I would dish out in retaliation.
“My come on and in you, is claim enough. My pack name around your throat is too, but you’ll walk around tonight, your pussy hungry for me to finish making you ours. Isn’t that right, little hidden omega?” I whisper devoutly as I continue to worship everything about her.
Bailey
Carmen gives me the evil eye as she walks off the stage and away from Donnie’s side show. The man really should have been dressed as the Ring Master at the circus, complete with topcoat and red velvet jacket. He’s certainly gone for overdone dramatics this evening. And it’s lucky I knew before he opened his mouth and waved his arms around in grand gesture what he was going to say, or the A-team would be in some serious shit right now.
“I wonder what other secrets the A-team are hiding?” Carmen grouses, hissing displeasure through her pursed lips, giving her Botox doctor a run for his money.
“We’ve all got secrets, boo. Calm down. You’re wicked pissed at Donnie, not them,” I say, collecting the glass of champagne she extends towards me. Carmen is angry, and I get it, she was blindsided more than anyone here. She spins and glares back at the stage, watching Donnie pose with the A-team for a couple of shots for Entertain Me Today.
“That’s true,” she says after reining her emotions back in. Not that she needs to with me, but there are always eyes watching. She forces a smile. I know it’s fake, but it’s one hundred percent Carmen, too; professionally focused above all else. “You know, I bet the D’imbos have more insight to the running of this glorious shit hole than I do. Did you know the A-team were shareholders before tonight?”
I take a sip, carefully trying to come up with the right response, one that is not dismissive of her reaction. It’s hard to separate the matter. She’s one hundred percent right, we all should have been told when they became shareholders, I can’t share her anger at the A-team. At Donnie? Sure. Clearly my time with the A-team is starting to skew how I feel about things, but on the other hand, who am I to judge when I probably have the most secrets out of anyone.
“You know, an easy solution to all this would be to start your own production studio. Then, my dear, you get to make all the decisions. You could even get your own pair of H’imbos to hide under your desk during staff meetings. Take dick-tation to a whole new level.”
Carmen flicks her eyes to me, her mouth pops open, and she resembles a gaping fish. I hold my champagne flute out with a tight smile, and once she composes herself, we cheers my brilliant idea. Without saying a word, she turns back towards the stage, but her mind is ticking so loudly it’s like standing next to a Grandfather clock.
I happily watch the A-team while Carmen gets swept up in my idea. I know I’ve hit the mark when she spins, putting her back to the room, wearing a very mischievous expression on her face.
“Would you really consider jumping ship?” she says, well under her usual stage whisper. Tonight, of all nights, she’s at long last nailed being secretive.
“Of course, I would. Plus, I’m sure you’d do it all above board, and contact Lennon on the sly, offering the both of us a massive incentive. Although, let’s be real, it wouldn’t have to be that big.”
She laughs, turning back to the room, temporarily ending our discussion on the matter.
“What’s the go with Henley?” she asks, gulping her champagne. “He keeps looking at you like he wants to sink his teeth in you.”
I giggle, purposely avoiding her questioning stare, instead watching the four of them pose for photos. They really are very attractive men. “He is? I hadn’t noticed. Now you mention it, that actually sounds pretty damn fine.”
Carmen slaps my arm, barking out a raucous laugh that draws curious glances from over the other side of the room. And Francine, the beta from Pack Miller, is one to glare back at us. I’m so tempted to suck my middle finger into my mouth to show her exactly what I think of her being here, but I don’t.
“Explanation, please,” Carmen says once she stops laughing, watching them all again.
“You have to admit, he kind of looks like he could eat a lot.”
“Bailey Henderson, are you serious? You don’t fuck alphas.”
“I wasn’t talking about screwing him, but now you mention it, I think he’d fuck as good as he eats. Might change my mind on that rule.”
