Kayden
"I want you to lick it," he commanded.
I didn't blink as I stared at him. My heart was hammering hard against my ribs, fueled by the whiskey and his thick, suffocating pheromones.
I wrapped my tongue around his fingers, my eyes fixed on his as I licked the slickness slowly.
Rhys responded by moaning, and then he moved. His large hands slammed into the sides of my head to anchor me and then he leaned in to kiss me again. His mouth claimed me with a passion that made my vision white out.
The kiss was filthy, wet, and heavy with the taste of his desperation. Our tongues clashed in a fast tangle, sliding against each other slowly.
I let out a sharp, needy moan into his mouth, my fingers fisting into the thick curls at the back of his head. I pulled hard, my nails digging into his scalp, trying to ground myself as the world tilted around me.
Rhys let out a loud, deep moan that vibrated through his body and I felt it in my own lungs. He sucked on my tongue, pulling it into his mouth with a possessive force that made my knees tremble against the cold marble of the island.
While our mouths were locked in a messy kiss, his hand dropped and wrapped firmly around my cock. He didn't just stroke me, he fisted me with a punishing, relentless rhythm. His thumb worked the head while his fingers squeezed the base with a dominant pressure.
"Fuck, Rhys…" I sobbed into the kiss, my head thumping against the cabinets as he sped up.
Rhys breathed like a wounded animal as he buried his nose against mine, his teeth grazing my lips every time he shifted.
I arched myself on the counter and wrapped my legs around his waist, my pelvis grinding against him.
His hand didn't leave my cock as he stroked harder, causing my legs to shake terribly under him.
I was falling apart and I could smell the scent of orchids through my skin. My real Omega scent was leaking out and when I had thought Rhys would notice, he didn't because he was too far gone in his rut to care. He just kept pumping me, his grip tightening around me until I felt the pressure explode.
"Rhys!" I came with a broken cry, my body jerking violently as I spilled across his hand and my own stomach. "Crazy ice…" I panted, my chest racking with gasps as the aftershocks rolled through me.
Rhys didn't give me a second to catch my breath. He moved like a man possessed, his mouth leaving mine to trail a path of fire down my throat. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing the skin right over my pulse point where every bonded usually mark their fated.
He moved to my chest, his tongue lashing against my skin until he found one of my nipples. He took it into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue teasing the peak.
I let out a sharp moan, my back arching off the marble counter as he switched to the other while his hands roamed my ribcage.
Then he dropped.
His head moved down, past my heaving stomach until he reached my inner thighs. He gripped my knees, shoving my legs wider than they had ever been until I was completely exposed to him. He didn't look away, instead he leaned in, his nose brushing the sensitive skin of my thighs as he took a deep, shuddering breath.
"You smell so sweet," Rhys rasped, his voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel. He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning over me as he inhaled again, looking almost confused. "Intoxicating. You don't smell like an Alpha, Kayden, which is weird because you are one."
I shut my eyes tightly and then opened them to see him still sniffing me, then his fingers reached out against the heat between my legs, and his eyes blew wide when they came away wet. "You are dripping, Vale. It looks like you are covered in slick."
The word hit me like a bucket of ice water. The haze of the alcohol in my system snapped, replaced by a cold, sharp spike of panic.
Slick. He had mentioned it and soon he was going to find out about me.
I jerked upward immediately, my heart hammering hard against my ribs that I thought they might break. I forced a dry, breathless chuckle leaning back on my elbows to look down at him with an arrogant and playful grin.
"Goodness, Rhys," I drawled though my voice was shaking. "This is just lube. I was… busy with myself in the back of the car on the way here because I was thinking about what happened two nights ago so I touched myself."
Rhys froze, his eyes widened in shock as his gaze lifted to mine with suspicious intensity. "In the car?" he repeated, his brow furrowing. "Why? I…"
I rolled my eyes reaching out to tangle my fingers in his hair pulling his face back toward my lap. I didn't know what to say anymore, how I could defend it because the more questions he asked, the more he finds out about me.
"Does the great Rhys Calder want to fuck me, or does he want to ask questions all night?" I challenged, my voice dripping into a sultry, provocative edge that I know will turn him on. "Because you are the one in a rut, Ice Prince, and I am starting to get cold sitting on this marble."
Rhys let out a low, dangerous snarl at the taunt. The suspicion in his eyes didn't vanish but the rut-fueled hunger won the war. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh with a possessive strength that told me he was done talking.
"Fine," he growled against my skin, his eyes darkening again. "Now let me finish what I started."