by Leann Ryans
19. Annalise
They sat on the bench a while longer until the shadows of the building behind them reached their seat. Rising, Liam held out a hand to her, the warmth of his palm soaking into her skin as she accepted it.
He released her once she stood, but she was hyperaware of his presence beside her as they walked back. She was glad the elevator doors opened as soon as she hit the button and she didn’t have to wait.
Stepping inside, she turned and hit the button for the top floor. Despite what she’d gone through being trapped in a closet during her heats when she was younger, small spaces usually didn’t bother her as long as she was only in them for a short time and they were brightly lit, but as Liam stepped inside the lift and the doors slid shut, it suddenly felt too small.
Heat radiated off Liam like a furnace, causing her skin to prickle with awareness. Every breath she drew in was filled with the scent of him, her nipples tightening as a wave of lust burned through her body. If she hadn’t known it was impossible she would have said she was going into heat again.
The doors pulled back on the landing outside her apartment and she couldn’t stop the gasp that left her when a gush of slick seeped from her to soak her panties with the first step. Palms pressed to her belly as she hunched forward, her eyes rose to meet Liam’s as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Are you…”
He trailed off as his pupils expended, leaving a thin ring of ice blue circling the black pits. A rumble left his chest that was not quite a growl but still pulled more fluid from her clenching core.
She found him pushing her to the door, urging her to put her keycard in place so he could enter the code. His hand on her shoulder guided her inside as he shut the door behind them.
“Liam, I—”
He cut her off by mashing his lips to hers, his tongue demanding entrance. She was so surprised she opened automatically, the feel of his warm tongue stroking hers awakening her body to the fact that she was pressed against the length of his body.
Liam’s erection dug into her belly, her core clenching as she remembered the way she had to stretch to fit him. Her fingers curled into his shirt without conscious thought, her mouth opening wider as she sucked in more of his delicious scent.
She was starving, but not for food. She wanted him. Needed to taste him on her tongue.
When he pulled his mouth away she wiggled out of his grip, dropping to her knees. Her hands were on the button of his pants before he could react, pulling them open and yanking them down his thighs.
She didn’t bother to lower them past his knees, moving on to his underwear. His cock sprang free, already thick and heavy, and she couldn’t stop the instinct to lean forward and brush her cheek against the silky length as she pulled in a deep breath where his pheromones were the strongest. Her stomach cramped, the feeling that she was going to starve if she didn’t taste him overwhelming her.
Abandoning the cloth that had separated them, her fingers curled around his shaft as she angled it toward her mouth. Lips parting to circle his throbbing flesh, she peeled opened eyes she hadn’t realized she closed to look up into Liam’s astonished face.
His brows were raised in surprise, though she could see the hunger in his eyes. His lips were parted to allow in the deep heaves of air he was taking. One hand held his shirt up where she could see his defined abs while the other lingered on her shoulder.
The look made her realize how crazy this was. She’d barely said a handful of words to the man over the last two days, yet here she was on her knees with his cock in her mouth.
But as she began to pull away the taste of the fluid leaking from his tip hit her, drawing all of her attention back to what was in her mouth. It didn’t matter if it was crazy, she needed his cum.
Tightening her grip on his base, she wriggled her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she took it deeper. She didn’t stop when it hit the back of her throat, trying to force it farther in as Liam’s hand moved to her hair.
“Easy.”
The rough word held more than a hint of growl, fresh slick surging from her. She didn’t want to go easy. She wanted him to spill down her throat so she could have him fill the other emptiness inside her.
When he pulled on her locks and tried to remove himself from her mouth she let out her own snarl, jerking forward despite the stinging of her scalp. His cock bucked on her tongue as her hand tried to milk him, giving her another taste of his salty fluid.
Liam didn’t release her hair, his other hand moving to cup her cheek in an oddly gentle move compared to the growl he released in response to hers. Giving into the suction, he let her take him back into her mouth until the spongy tip lodged in her throat again.
“Relax. Open for me.”
His words brought her eyes back up to his. When she realized the pressure on her head had changed, she tried to follow his direction and let him push deeper into her mouth.
She gagged, her throat trying to reject him even as she forced her way through the reflex and took more. Not all of him would fit, but she felt a surge of pride when her lips reached her hand.
Liam remained lodged in her throat for a moment before pulling back for her to breathe. Another offering of fluid and the groan he let out when she sucked him back in had her own core fluttering in demand.
Keeping her eyes locked on his, Annalise increased her pace, hand massaging the knot growing under her fingers. Soft groans and growls spilled from Liam’s chest as he let her move at her own speed. She felt him grow harder as her lips and tongue worked him, trying to coax him to give her what she needed.
His cock flexed as his seed finally burst free, almost causing her to lose her grip on it. Tightening her fingers around the swelling knot, she swallowed his offering, still pumping to get every drop she could persuade from him. She hummed in pleasure as the warmth of his release spread down her throat to her belly, soothing the gnawing ache in her middle, though it only made her pussy clench in reminder of how empty it was.
Her eyes flashed open as arms wrapped around her and lifted her from the floor. Her startled growl was cut short as her face was mashed to hard flesh, Liam having shed his shirt while she was distracted.
After a moment of fumbling, Liam headed for the hallway to their rooms, a moment of panic bringing clarity to Annalise. Her weak struggles died as he passed her room and brought her into his, the sight of his naked body when he deposited her on the bed clouding her mind with lust again.
20. Liam
The scent of her slick drove him beyond reason. He’d rushed her into the apartment so no one else would be able to smell her. That scent was his, just like the rest of her.
It didn’t matter that this was only a contract with a set end date. Until then, the omega and the child inside her belong to him.
He hadn’t thought to ask any of the studs who’d bred before what it was like. He trusted his instincts to guide him, and they were screaming that she needed him. Needed his cum.
It still surprised him when she dropped to her knees and tore at his clothes until she freed his aching cock. Her lips were heaven, but he worried that she’d hurt herself in her rush to get what her body craved.
When he tried to slow her and she snarled at him, all restraint disappeared. She wanted his cock, and she was going to get it. He was going to fill her belly with his cum, then fuck her so hard she’d be dripping his seed the rest of the day.
His release rushed at him like a Speeder. It was almost embarrassing how fast she made him come with her mouth. Scooping her into his arms, he was determined to bury himself in her for as long as he could.
He felt her body stiffen as he carried her down the hall, the little omega worried he was going to invade her nest. As much as he wanted to, he knew better than to enter without permission, and took her to his room instead.
The sheets were a mess, his dirty clothes from the day before lying on the floor, but none of it mattered. The bed smelled of him and that’s where he pl
anned to fuck her.
Her pupils had retracted with the panic he’d felt in her, but they expanded again as he threw her on the bed and stood in front of her. Her body needed more, and he was going to give it to her, but she was still fully dressed.
“Strip.”
It took a moment for her to respond but when he added a growl to his words her fingers moved to the buttons on her shirt. Unfastening the top few, she tugged it over her head and tossed it to the floor. Liam took a step back to give her room to stand and she’d shortly shimmied out of her slacks as well. And impossibly quick twist of her fingers and her bra was added to the pile of clothing, leaving her in only a thin strip of lace disappearing between her thighs.
Crowding into her space, he slid his own fingers between her silky skin and the thin fabric. A sharp yank and the lace tore, her panties fluttering to the floor as she stared up at him. Each heave of her chest made her nipples brush against him, the hard nubs branding him where they touched.
His hands wrapped around her waist, thumbs caressing her hip bones before he tossed her on the bed again. Crawling after her, he shoved his shoulders under her thighs and buried his face in her cunt.
Her scent drove him wild, the plans to go slow and torment her flying away with the first taste of her. Licking slick from her outer lips, he sucked each one into his mouth before using his fingers to spread her open and thrust his tongue into her opening. Her flavor coated his throat, the need for more making him growl against her flesh so he could lap up the fresh gush that coated her folds.
Annalise’s hips bucked, her fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured her. His cock was still hard, smearing wet trails of cum on his bedding until he couldn’t take the feel of the fabric against him anymore. Knot still half inflated, he rose and pressed the head to her entrance.
She cried out as he filled her, stopping at the edge of his knot, the warm clutch of her channel begging him to spill again. It rippled around him as he held still to give her time to adjust. When she tilted her hips and pressed her heels to the back of his thighs he gave her what she needed.
Plunging in and out of her, he watched as she threw her head back, mouth open as she gasped for breath between each thrust of his hips. Eyes clenched shut, her fingers dug into his biceps, nails leaving tiny pricks of pain he barely noticed.
Doubling his speed as her body tensed, he snaked one hand between them to flick her clit. She jerked, crying out again as he slammed in deep and gave in to the need to come. His knot swelled so fast he felt dizzy, the fluttering of her pussy around his length trying to suck him deeper as pulse after pulse of his release painted her insides.
Annalise keened, grinding against him as her orgasm swept through her. He roared as she pulled against his knot until he used his fingers to thrum over her little nub, causing her limbs to shake and spasm.
When her body finally went limp he leaned down, bracing his elbows on each side of her shoulders until he caught his breath. Sliding an arm under her back, he rolled them so she rested atop his chest. His lower legs hung off the side of the bed, but it didn’t matter. His head was still spinning from two intense releases so close together.
He wasn’t sure how long they laid there before Annalise began to stir. Pressing a hand to the center of his chest, she sat up. The blue was back in her wide eyes as she stared down at him, her lips parting as she turned her head to look around. It was obvious she hadn’t been fully aware in the moment.
She tried to pull away, but his knot was still lodged in her core. Grimacing, she wrapped an arm across her chest to hide her lush tits.
“I’m… sorry. I’m not sure what came over me.”
The professional, detached tone she usually used was back, dousing his lingering post-orgasmic high. He wanted to growl in irritation, but he bit it back. No matter how things seemed, he was still bound just as tight as if he was in The Haven.
“Your body needed me. You can’t deny your urges, it will make you ill.”
She grimaced again, refusing to look at him. His knot deflated enough to slip from her, though the scent of the fluid that followed was enough to keep him partially erect. He wondered if a few more orgasms would put her in a better mood.
Annalise didn’t give him a chance to see, rushing to move off him and collect her clothes. Looking at his clothing from the day before littering the floor, she gave a disdainful sniff as she used hers to block his view of her body.
“Perhaps you’d like to clean up before dinner. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”
Turning, she left his room, closing the door behind her. Flopping back on the bed, Liam threw an arm over his eyes, letting out a sigh. The scent of sex lingered, his cock twitching in interest despite being rejected.
Wrapping his hand around it, he gave a tug.
“As much as she needs you, she doesn’t seem to like me,” he mumbled, rolling from the bed to clean up and get dressed again.
He tried to tell himself it didn’t matter if Annalise liked him or not, he was only there to perform his duty. The thought left a sour feeling in his stomach, though, and he decided to do what he could to convince her to give him a chance.
21. Annalise
She raced straight to the shower, too ashamed of what happened to walk calmly. Being lost to her instincts during her heat was unavoidable, but there was no excuse for what she’d done.
Except the one Liam gave her.
Was the baby what made her lose her mind and act contrary to anything she would consider normal? There was no way she would drop to her knees for an Alpha in her right mind, but she’d never expected the need to be that strong.
Annalise didn’t realize how hard she was scrubbing herself until her skin began to sting. Focusing on what she was doing, she finished washing and stepped out of the shower. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and forget what she’d done, but she wouldn’t be a coward.
Bracing herself, she made her way out to the kitchen to cook their dinner. Hopefully Liam wouldn’t make a big deal about it since that was what he was there for after all.
She thought about it as she cooked. She didn’t like losing control of herself, so the only way she could see to prevent that was to be preemptive and be sure her needs were met before they became overwhelming. She was going to have to talk to the doctor again and see how often she would need Liam’s services.
Once she knew how much her body needed, she could arrange a schedule with the Alpha to make sure the same thing didn’t happen again. Just like food and exercise, if she made sure to receive the proper amount regularly, the cravings should remain at bay.
***
“How often is it recommended to… be with the father?”
The doctor’s brows raised. She didn’t respond right away, her hesitance causing Annalise’s stomach to tighten.
“There’s not really a recommended amount. Your body will let you know when you need him. I’ve heard it’s the most intense in the first and last trimesters.”
The doctor gave a little shrug, her expression showing her chagrin at not being able to answer the question.
“Your situation is unique. The other omegas I’ve treated were all bonded to the father, so I’m not sure how it’ll be for you. Not being mated could mean you need less, but I have a feeling it will mean you need him more.”
Annalise forced herself to take a slow breath, trying to shove away the feelings that news caused. She’d made the decision to do it this way, and she would see it through, even if the thought of needing Liam more made her uncomfortable.
“I understand. Thank you.”
Sliding off the exam table, Annalise gathered her things. It had taken almost a week for her to get in to see the doctor, and it seemed like the trip was a waste. She had no more information than before.
“Perhaps some of the other omegas here could help with your questions?”
She glanced up at the doctor, giving her a tight smile and a nod. She’d already considered talki
ng with one of the others, but it seemed rude to pry into something so private.
“I’ll think about it.”
Leaving the room, she made her way back through the hospital and out to the sidewalk. It was another clear day, though the blustery wind reminded her it was still spring and not as warm as it seemed.
Wishing she’d thought to bring a jacket, she took her time walking back to her apartment. She was in no rush to face Liam and the temptation he presented. She’d almost given in that morning when he came out of his room in nothing but a pair of pajama pants slung low on his hips.
When she approached her building and spotted Penny leaving the daycare on the ground floor, Annalise took it as a sign. There was no time like the present. Straightening her spine, she steeled herself and approached the younger woman.
“Good afternoon, Penny.”
Penny flashed her a smile as she returned her greeting. Ignoring the growing nerves fluttering in her belly, Annalise pressed on before she wasn’t able to go through with it.
“I was wondering if I could ask you some questions. I could buy you a cup of coffee if you have the time?”
Annalise watched Penny’s face take on a curious expression before she glanced down at the baby in her arms.
“I’ve got a little time as long as Sofia stays asleep. Sure!”
Instead of feeling better, it felt like a noose was tightening around Annalise’s throat. Swallowing hard, she fought to keep the smile on her face as she nodded and turned to lead the way to the coffee shop closest to them. Even after standing in line to get their drinks, she still wasn’t sure how to broach the subject as they settled at a table by the windows overlooking the street. They sat in silence as they both took a sip before Penny’s brown eyes met hers.
“You want to know about being pregnant.”
It wasn’t a question, and the statement helped loosen the stranglehold on Annalise. Penny’s eyes darted around to the other customers seated in the shop as her voice dropped.
