Page 78 of The Gift
“Open your mouth.” I demand, as I nearly rip my pants in my hurry to open them. My cock has been pulsing painfully all fucking day, but this is next level.
Bailey on her knees is a beautiful sight. I jerk my pants and underwear down to my thighs and her throat bobs in readiness. My thumb smears my pre-come over my cock head and she watches me as I show her what I have for her.
“Look at this,” I growl, my hand running up and down my length. Her eyes lock on my cock before staring at my knot. It won’t take much and I’ll swell to fill her. My own scent of tart green apples and cinnamon sits heavy around us, and as much as I try to ignore her filling her lungs with it, I can’t. So I keep perfuming like a fucking kid for this woman on her knees—who shouldn’t be on her knees, but fuck, I want her on her knees.
“I’m knotting you soon, because we all know who you are and without a doubt who you will be,” I grit as I use one hand on the back of her head to guide her forward. “Not fucking now, not here, but it is happening.”
I know she’s got all her wits about her, not lost in an omega peak by the way her eyes fall so fucking unexpectedly it makes my heart drop in response.
“What if, what he said is true. What then?” She whispers, being brave enough to vocalise my biggest fear. Although, if she’d been within me in my thoughts for the past few hours she’d know how fucking determined my pack and I are.
“No, Bailey, I will be your alpha and you will be pack. We will do whatever we fucking need to make that happen.”
“Promise me,” she barely says the words but I feel them, like a slash against my insides ensuring the scar will be a reminder of my oath to her.
I wrap my shaking hand around her throat, squeezing until she stops looking at the fucking floor. “By now you know of our interest and our intent. We’ve all had time to reconsider, to check what we all know. You will be Bailey Bailey. I don’t need to promise you anything because I’ll give you everything.”
Bailey nods her head eagerly, and then I use my hand under her chin to hold her in place so I can smear my leaking cock over her face. “As a reminder, you’re going to walk around this bullshit cocktail party with a belly full of my come. I’m going to fill you so full, your little tummy’s going to stick out for everyone to see and wonder what you’ve been doing. You do not take a step away from me tonight, your eyes do not look at another male. Not even my fucking pack. Do you understand?”
I’m no expert in applying fucking makeup, but Jesus I am good at painting myself over her lips. They’re glistening wet and blushed pink, and her breathing is coming out fast, her tongue lapping at my trail I leave over her lips. Her blossoming sweetness is fucking potent, and on a long sigh, I drop my cock and with two hands hold her still. I’m so hard, my cock juts straight out.
“Open,” I rumble gently, my voice deep and low, keeping this between us.
My cock glides straight into her mouth, her eyes snap up to watch my face. And thank fucking god, for the time being there are no ghostly memories looking back at me. No, I’m looking at Bailey Henderson, the woman who sets me alight.
“Look at you, taking me like that. Let me feel your greedy tongue lapping at my slit,” I murmur, moving slowly in and out of her mouth. She looks so damn good. So does the way my dick fits in her mouth, her lips stretched tight.
“You know who you are?” I ask softly as my hips circle, and I drive my cock all around the inside of her mouth.
She manages a half smile. My fingers grasp and grip in her hair tugging her head back slightly and letting me drag her closer. She swallows as she takes me deep. Her breathing picks up, louder, as I keep moving down her throat. Once I can’t go any further, she tries to smile again.
“You know, don’t you? You’remyslut.”
She blinks her eyes, nearly black now with her arousal, matching my own. She’s fever pitch. A thumping on the door brings Ashton’s demand to enter.
“Fuck off, Ash.”
He checks the lock, but my omega is way too smart, locking it knowing they’d come in and try to stop this.
“You need me to feed you my come to get through tonight, don’t you?”
She nods her head, no longer able to smile, and it does not pacify the jealous and unleashed beast pacing inside me.
“First this goes around your throat, and it does not fucking come off, Bailey. I swear to the gods, I will lose my shit if I don’t see this on you. I’m not messing around.”
She licks her lips as soon as I pull out of her warm mouth, before I glide straight back in. The noises she makes as she slurps me down is like cocaine in my veins. She’s bringing me quickly to orgasm. I drop one of my hands from behind her head, but she keeps up the pressure I was using, squeezing me hard around my dick.
From my pocket I pull out the heavy, ornate silver necklace that I collected from the vault. I stop moving, strings of saliva the only thing keeping us connected before I bend forward and clasp the pretty adornment around her throat. The oversized silver etched medallion hangs past the hollow of her throat.
Bailey looks at me, a small grin, shaking her head at what I’ve done.
“You know what that says?” I whisper, my voice deep and cracked like I’ve been screwing my woman all night, drinking whiskey straight from her cunt.
“No.”
“It says Bailey, so the whole fucking world will see who you belong to. It’s going to match the come in your stomach. I’m claiming you pack.”
“So much restraint there, Henley.” Her voice is husky, a reminder of what we were doing.
