Page 27 of Follow the Rhythm (Fairview City Omegaverse #2)

“Live,” I said bluntly. “Do you know what they do to Omegas who attempt suicide? They track down your family using the National Omega Network to find a ‘support system’ for you. They found my dad, told him he had a fucked up adult daughter, and, surprise, surprise, he still didn’t want me.

So they shoved me into an Omega Center and gave me therapy and told me everything would be fine if I just found a pack.

” I turned away so I didn’t have to meet his hazel eyes.

They looked intensely green in the light of the restaurant.

“So there. That’s me. Are you still intrigued? ”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond. My heart was pounding again, but not in a good way. I felt the panic crawling up my throat again. I tossed my napkin onto my mostly empty plate and fled outside into the sultry evening air.

After a few deep breaths, the panic receded, and I felt weirdly exhilarated. There was a kind of freedom in ruining something yourself before someone else had the chance. I rushed away from the restaurant.

“Please stop.” Kieran caught up with me almost immediately. Of course he did.

“I’ll call a secure cab so you don’t have to worry about the poor, little, weak Omega,” I snapped. I would not look at him; I couldn’t take the pity. “Just let me walk for a minute.”

“Jess. Please.”

Something in his voice made me stop.

“What? Want me to embarrass myself some more?” I turned to face him. We squared off on the sidewalk.

“Michael killed himself,” Kieran said roughly, his eyes shining. “We called it an accidental overdose in the press, but it was suicide.”

Fuck. My stomach churned, and I reached for his hands without thinking.

“The last album, Reward , is basically one long suicide note. Of course, the label wanted us to release the album anyway because of our contract, but the tour was a compromise to keep it under wraps.”

“Oh god. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know-”

He cut me off. “Stop. Don’t apologize, please. I’m telling you because I want you to know that you can’t scare me off.”

I swallowed. His eyes looked bluish gray now in the evening light.

“You have me, love. In whatever capacity you want. And if that’s just as a friend, I’ll understand.” His hand loosely encircled my wrist, like he was afraid I’d run away again. “But unless you tell me otherwise, I’m not going anywhere.”

My first instinct, as always, was to push him away. I knew if I told him to leave me alone, he would. I could block him out, wall myself up, retreat inside where I was safe.

I chose something different.

“I don’t want another friend,” I said, and leaned up on my tiptoes. Kieran met me halfway.

Our lips finally met in a kiss so gentle it could have been an accident. He brushed the hair back from my face, his hand holding me in place. I wanted more, but he froze.

“Are you sure?” he breathed, against my lips.

“Yes.”

“Thank god,” he growled.

We made it back into the car, him pulling me swiftly along behind him, before he kissed me again.

This time wasn’t gentle. He tilted my head so he could plunder my mouth with long, sinuous strokes of his tongue.

I whined, imagining he’d lick my clit the same way.

Kieran’s lips wandered from my lips to the curve of my jaw, to the sensitive spot behind my ear.

I was already wet and perfuming like crazy.

“I had other plans for tonight,” Kieran said against the side of my neck. “I wanted to take things slow.”

“Fuck slow. Take me back to the hotel,” I said, sounding bossier than I meant to.

“Oh, love, you’re going to be the death of me.” He gave me one last kiss before starting the car.

We kept our hands to ourselves ?long enough to cross the hotel lobby.

The clerk behind the desk looked up, probably slightly alarmed by the fog of pheromones flooding their space.

I gave her an apologetic shrug. But while waiting for the elevator, Kieran wrapped himself around me and brushed his nose along my neck.

I shivered as he nipped at the outer curve of my ear.

When the elevator door pinged open, and Bea and Ellis emerged, I froze. Ellis froze too. His nostrils flared, and I knew he could smell my perfume. Kieran didn’t let go of me.

Bea smirked at us. “Oh, how original. The Omega found an Alpha to sink her claws into. I thought you were smarter than that, Kieran.”

Kieran stiffened and growled under his breath. The hair on the nape of my neck stood up at the sound. It was the sound of an Alpha on the edge. I needed to defuse the situation. I gave Bea a poisonous smile and ignored Ellis’s dumbstruck face.

“Have a great night, you two. I know we will.” I pulled Kieran into the elevator and waved sarcastically as the doors closed.

“I’m sorry, love. She shouldn’t talk to you like that,” Kieran said, still watching the door, his body stiff.

I rolled my eyes. Talking about Bea was a waste of breath. I pulled him down for a kiss instead. He responded immediately, and I felt his attention shift fully back to me where it belonged.

We went to Kieran’s room. As soon as the door closed behind us, Kieran scooped me up and tossed me on the bed.

He covered my body with his, kissing me thoroughly, and pressing his knee between my legs.

I ground helplessly against the friction he was giving me.

My lips and jaw were already slightly abraded from his beard, but I didn’t want to stop.

I kept diving back for kisses, taking small sips of his flavor.

“Don’t make me wait,” I said against his lips. “Please. I need you.”

He growled again, a low rumble, as he helped me undress to my bra and panties. His eyes roved over my body hungrily.

“You’re so gorgeous, love,” he breathed.

“Your turn.” I pulled at his shirt.

He was just as magnificent as I remembered, long and lean. His cock strained at the fabric of his boxers as he stood over me.

“Touch yourself,” he rasped. “I want to watch you.”

I whimpered and peeled off my panties. They were soaked with slick. Kieran watched each movement. I let my knees drop open, and he inhaled sharply. My perfume had kicked into overdrive along with the rhythm of my heartbeat.

“I want to watch you, too,” I said, stroking my clit gently. My pussy was already clenching in anticipation.

Kieran drew out his cock. It was, in a word, enormous and on the same scale as the rest of him.

I swallowed and watched him just as intently as he watched me.

A drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip as he gripped himself roughly.

“Look at you. You’re so wet for me. Do you want me to fuck you, little Omega? ”

I whined, nodding. My instincts were taking over.

“Tell me, Jess.”

“I want you to fuck me, Alpha,” I gasped, plunging a finger inside my pussy. “Now.”

He surged forward to cover me again and pulled my hand gently away. His thick, callused finger replaced my own, and I felt myself squeeze against him. “You’re not ready for me yet.”

“Oh god,” I whined when he added another finger, stretching me. His thumb flicked over my clit, and I bucked my hips. “I need you now, please.”

“Not yet, love, you need to come for me like this.” He curled his fingers inside me.

I tried to surrender myself to the slow pace he set, but I was impatient, bucking my hips.

Kieran kissed me, capturing my frustrated whines, and built my pleasure slowly.

It was torture, the wanting more, but he never gave in to my demands.

My orgasm approached like a tidal wave on the horizon and it crashed over me just as hard, pulling me under. I clung to Kieran as I shook, my pussy fluttering around his fingers. He murmured encouragement to me.

“I need you, Kieran. Please,” I said when I caught my breath.

He pulled me on top of him, his huge cock curved up between us, his knot swelling. My mouth went dry at the sight. I gripped him loosely, feeling his blood pulsing under the smooth, taut skin. My hand barely encircled him.

“Go slowly,” he growled. I nodded, my head light.

I settled him at my entrance and eased down. Even though I was gushing slick, just the head of his cock was a stretch. I hissed against the slight burn.

“Slowly,” he said again, catching my hips.

“You’re so big,” I panted, suddenly panicked. How was he ever going to fit? I needed him inside me but it seemed impossible.

“You can take me, love.” He brushed his thumb against my clit. The pain lessened slightly as my pussy throbbed around him. “Slow.”

I nodded, still panting. Inch by inch, I took him inside. He stroked my clit as I worked down his length, praising me the whole time. Soon, I was rocking on him as he thrust shallowly inside me, his hands wrapped around my hips.

“So full,” I gasped.

“Is it too much?” he rasped.

“No, it’s so good.” I moaned. The base of his knot was bumping at my entrance. I circled my clit slowly, trying to draw out the pleasure. Kieran had taught me a little patience.

“You’re so tight, love. Fuck, you’re going to make me cum,” he groaned.

“Knot. I want your knot.”

“Oh, fuck.” His hips stuttered. “You’re sure?”

“Please,” I whined.

Kieran turned us slowly, so I was beneath him. “Deep breaths.”

He started pressing forward more with each slow thrust, his knot easing inside. I was incoherent with pleasure, even as a bit of the pain returned.

“Breathe, love,” he said, and I sucked in a huge gulp of his scent. It had never been this intense. “Hold on.”

He slammed his hips forward and seated his knot inside me. I gasped. The pain transformed into a white hot bolt of pleasure as my pussy tightened around him and I came apart at the seams. I could feel his cock spurting inside me, over and over. I’d never been so full.

“Good girl. I knew you could take me,” Kieran whispered in my ear, and I moaned, spasming around him again.

I spiraled down from the high and caught my breath. “I didn’t realize fucking you would be an Olympic sport,” I murmured into his neck. He chuckled, setting off another wave of pleasure for both of us, and he groaned deliciously in my ear. He was so gorgeous when he smiled.

“You’re brilliant.” He stroked my face. His hazel eyes were bright, and I noticed he had freckles on his cheekbones and a few on his lips. I traced them with my finger.

“You’re pretty amazing, too,” I whispered, my eyes closing.

“Get some rest, love. That was just the beginning.”