Chapter 21: : Chapter 20

Having Chelsea in my lap settles my system on a foundational level. Her soft grunts and heavy exhales lead me to believe she’s thinking something through. I do my best to offer physical support without prying.

It takes several long minutes, but I begin to purr, and her fidgety movements settle. A short while later, her fingers brush over my dress shirt.

I mentally argue with myself over whether this is the proper time to declare our intent to court.

I asked Easton to have the tech guys at the main branch look into Emmett Raynor and his bookie. It’s one of the things I was hoping to discuss during our call, only I wasn’t expecting that to take place this morning. It doesn’t matter. Being with Chelsea at her appointment came before all else. If I have to wait until tomorrow to ask about Raynor, then so be it.

I trust Kase’s assessment of the situation, but it’s never a bad thing to have additional information. As long as Raynor isn’t connected, I can have a team dispatched within an hour to ensure he’s no longer a threat to Chelsea or the baby.

You’ve done a fair amount of procrastinating on following through, though, haven’t you?

Christ.

I have.

Men like Emmett Raynor are nothing compared to the individuals we’re used to going up against, but as long as Chelsea is concerned that he’s a risk…

She’s more likely to look to my pack for safety.

It’s shitty reasoning.

A normal human being would feel shame over leveraging the situation. I do not, but I also can’t stomach the thought of causing her any additional stress.

Perhaps it’s time I break down and hire a team. There are all sorts who specialize in a variety of manners of kills. For this situation, it might be best to go with something like an overdose or a car accident. Once Raynor is dead, his debts should die with him.

Well, as long as his bookie has no way of locating any friends or family.

Chelsea’s naughty little tongue flicks over my skin, and my head tilts. “You smell so good, it’s hard to explain.”

“I’ve got an unnatural addiction to your scent, too, love.”

She snakes a hand between us, rubbing over her stomach.

Kase and Lincoln painted a very clear picture of what to look out for when her system is craving pheromones. I slide my hand up the back of her dress, tenderly testing her skin. She’s a bit warmer than I would consider normal, but she’s also in a long-sleeve knitted dress.

“Ugh,” she whispers, shaking her head that’s still buried in my throat. “Your scent has me all out of whack.”

“Is that right?” I ask, flattening my palm on the skin of her lower back. She grinds over my lap, and a slow smile crosses my face. “Are you feeling achy?”

“A little.” Her tongue darts out, licking over my skin where my pheromones are the strongest due to scent gland location. “Do you think you have time to do a few jumping jacks or something to get you extra sweaty before your conference call?”

I chuckle, the sound low and raspy. “Probably not, but I have an idea of what will help.”

Lifting her, I place her down sideways on the couch before crawling in between her thighs. This morning, I was concerned that she would be cold without leggings, but I didn’t push the issue, because I was afraid it might be from a lack of maternity clothing, which was a mess I didn’t want to get into immediately before leaving. At the moment, I’m grateful there’s one less article of clothing that I’ll need to remove.

Chelsea blinks up at me from behind her dark blonde lashes, and I brush the backs of my fingers over her panties as my other palm hits the arm of the couch just above her head.

I have to keep my abs sucked in to avoid feeling like I’m crushing the baby, but it’s worth it as her plush lips meet mine.

She’s frantic and a little uncoordinated, and it’s still the most satisfying kiss of my life. Perhaps that’s due to the desperate way she clutches at the back of my neck like she can’t get enough. Applying firmer pressure to her lower lips, I push against her panties and eventually her clit.

The way her pheromones flood the air is dangerous for both of us. Alphas who get lost to the fog do irrational things, like bite first. I swirl my tongue around hers and climb down until my feet hit the arm of the couch, and her pussy is right in front of my face.

She lets out an adorable little huff as she tries to follow me, but she gives up, settling back against the leather arm of the sofa, which keeps her up at a bit of an angle.

I work my hands up her thighs, gripping the sides of her panties and tugging them down.

Chelsea pulls a hand up and covers her face. My sharp canines dig into my lower lip as I study her pink cheeks.

Fuck me.

How I ache to eat her alive to consume all those sweet looks.

She is precious.

I hold myself up and pull the material off each of her feet. Tucking her panties into my back pocket, I make a show of licking and kissing my way back up her thigh. My palm comes to rest on her bare stomach, since her dress is pulled up around her hips. Keeping myself up on my knees, I spread her lower lips with the other hand.

“My god, you’re going to wreck me, aren’t you, love?” I murmur and swirl my tongue around her swollen clit.

The large rounding of the baby belly only succeeds in making my cock harder. I can safely say I’ve never had a breeding kink, but here we motherfucking are. Ultimately, I believe it’s a newfound carnal appreciation for every single thing to do with Chelsea. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I growl against her sex.

The way my cock pulses, leaking in response, is a bad sign. I could sink my teeth in, and there’s no one here to stop me if I lose myself to the fog. Her thighs tremble as her hands come to rest in my hair. The gentle tugs only succeed in making me more rabid.

Nipping at her hood, I bring my hand from her stomach down to bury two thick digits inside her. My dick is envious of my fingers with the way her inner walls instantly cling to them.

She arches off the couch, a string of incoherent begging escaping her lips. Or perhaps it’s me who isn’t clear enough to decipher words. “Knot me, please.”

Well, that part is easily decipherable.

“Come all over my tongue, and we’ll see,” I growl, diving back in to lick and suck her clit.

Damned cramped couch. I’d love to be able to fully spread her legs, but I’m more interested in ensuring she’s comfortable.

“But I need you inside me…stretching me out and filling me with your cum. Oh, shit.” She moans, digging her nails into my scalp.

The way her inner walls begin to spasm tells me exactly where to aim my fingers to rake her G-spot. I’ve never been with an omega. The rush of slick that coats my face and soaks down my hand is unexpected, but in the best way possible. It makes my balls throb and my cock ache, desperate for some relief.

Chelsea isn’t quiet as she begs, pleads, and demands I knot her right this instant. It’s a good thing no other employees are currently in the building. The frosted glass gives us discretion, but there’s no way to muffle her begging moans.

“No, no, no,” she grunts, tugging my hair. “Way too much.”

I chuckle and give her clit a final kiss. I pull my hand free of her sex and use both to manage my belt, button, and zipper. It takes only a few additional seconds to work the buttons on my dress shirt until it hangs open. There’s no way I’ll be able to go anywhere but directly home after this. I’m saturated in her scent, and I won’t share that with anyone else.

Chelsea struggles to sit up, pulling her legs down until her feet hit the floor. My knees dig into the cushion I’m still kneeling on as I watch her tug the dress off over her head. She keeps the bra on but eyes my cock hungrily, even through the material of my boxer briefs.

My palm seems to have a mind of its own, flying to squeeze my shaft as it throbs at the look on her face.

Christ.

I’m still waiting for a call from Easton. I hop up, grab my desk, move it closer to the edge of the couch, and relocate the phone to where I’ll be able to snag it if necessary. Then I place myself back down on the sofa and handle tugging down my pants and boxers. My cock is a sticky, leaking mess, and the way Chelsea licks her lips doesn’t help a damn thing.

I find myself stretching for her at the same time she makes a move for me. It appears she plans to climb onto my lap, facing me, but I relocate her until she’s facing away.

“This way, I’ll be able to reach all the fun stuff without worrying about squishing this.” I palm her stomach with one hand and grab her massive amount of hair with the other before tucking it over her shoulder. Her ass cheeks perfectly frame my cock, grinding it into my stomach as she wiggles. “Are you familiar with cock warming?”

Her head shakes, and she pushes up on her knees, reaching between us. Once she’s relocated my crown to her opening, the naughty little omega sinks down, and I lose the ability to form coherent words.

My forehead falls against her shoulder as my hand tightens on her swollen stomach. There’s no way to accurately describe the euphoria that fills my chest at feeling her stretch around me.

“Fucking Christ, Chelsea,” I growl, barely holding myself back from thrusting up into her.

She whines, and my altruistic plans of letting her soak up my pheromones while resting on my cock go out the window…kinda. It’s clear she needs to come again, so I tuck my forearm under the baby belly and work her clit.

My other hand moves up, dipping inside the cup of her bra to flick over her nipple.

“I need more,” she begs, nodding and thrashing.

“We’re working on that, love. You just need to let me in.” I stretch my fingers down to test how much of my cock she has left before reaching my knot, and it’s not looking good. “You’re a delicious treat. Spread those thighs wider and bounce a little harder. Otherwise, we’re going to be here all day, working on getting my knot wedged inside you.”

She lets out an adorable oomph, and I tilt my head to study her profile. Her teeth dig into her lower lip as she rises and falls with a purpose.

I get very close to her ear and murmur, “Do you feel how hard I am for you, sweet girl?”

She nods, and, due to the height difference, her head rolls against my shoulder.

The echoing ringing of my office phone has Chelsea freezing. Her lower lips perfectly dance over my knot, and I’d say she was very close to forcing the appendage inside of her.

“I’m going to answer that call, and you’re going to stay very quiet for me.” I kiss her cheek. “If you do, I’ll make it up to you once my conversation comes to an end.” Pinching her clit, I wait for her nod of acknowledgement. “Very good. Now, let’s practice the cock warming I mentioned. Just relax and enjoy the feeling of me inside you. If you get worked up and need to come, you may, as long as you keep silent.”

The phone continues ringing, but I wait for her response.

She finally groans and agrees, “Got it.”

I stretch over, snatching up the receiver. It’s very hard not to snarl at Easton to fuck off, but I do love the way Chelsea trembles against my chest.

I suppose we’ll have to see who caves first.