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TWENTY-NINE

The party is already in full swing by the time we get there.

I’m still on an adrenaline rush. Uriah’s band plays some hardcore music, but their songs had a sentimental component that I really appreciated. It’s so unbelievably him that it makes me smile, and even though he doesn’t enjoy being on stage, he absolutely killed it in every single way tonight.

Which is why I’m looking for him the second we arrive.

The boys let me know that Uriah’s band has a ritual of riding to the afterparty together. That caused a tiny bit of impatience, but now that we’re here, I’m ready to find him and pull him into a dark corner.

Because, seriously… that mini concert was hot .

I can’t stop picturing him, strumming his bass, sweaty under the stage lights as he poured everything he had into his performance for his band members.

For us . His concentration, his hidden charisma.

I’m leaving a stretch of perfume everywhere I go, but I honestly couldn’t care less.

All I care about right now is getting my hands on a certain man with a grumpy-facade and having my way with him.

My three other scent matches find us a spot between the mingling crowd and the kitchen just before Ciro disappears to get drinks.

The room smells like alcohol and weed, the stench hitting my nose with a bittersweet hue.

I had contemplated smoking before heading out to the gig with the guys but I held back.

It made me antsy, deciding that I didn’t need it.

I’ve been working on being mindful and not impulsively smoking ever since the last party we attended.

Getting high because I was nervous would have been like using a bandaid; it wouldn’t eradicate the anxiety, just cover it up temporarily.

I don’t regret making that choice one bit. I haven’t thought about that lost opportunity for another second after arriving at the bar with my mates.

They make me forget that I have these tumultuous emotions or that I’ve ever been through heartbreak. These boys make me want to never pick up another drug again.

I smell him before I see him, that cleansing palo santo scent finding me like a guidepost. I look around the room, suddenly hating the crowded space, just as I see his tousled dark hair make its way towards us. He has a big grin on his face, like he’s overjoyed to see us. It’s so fucking endearing.

I walk away from the others, loosening my grip on Kendall’s hand as I find my way to Uriah and meet him in the middle.

He gives me a sexy grin, in a room full of people, when he’d normally put on his facade to protect himself.

He’s not thinking about the protection. He’s only thinking about me and the fact that I’m here for him, and it hits me right in the chest.

I grab his face and pull his lips to mine.

He’s surprised by the sudden impact, but welcomes it with a groan that I swallow.

It’s heated quickly, leaving me feeling light on my feet as his tongue battles mine for dominance.

His tongue wins and I let him explore my mouth as we stay locked together, disregarding the stares we’re probably getting as we hold each other, feeling salacious in each other’s arms.

I pull away first, biting my lip as he tries to collect his bearings. His smile returns, his brow quirking upward. “What are you doing, Omega?”

I give him a flirty smirk before grabbing his hand and dragging him away.

I don’t think, I just pull him down the hallway, as far away from the crowd as I can.

He follows me, seemingly composed, but I can smell the spike in his scent as we get further away.

The aroma is intoxicating, pulling me deeper under its spell.

I pull us into the last door at the end of the hall, which leaves us in some kind of laundry room.

Once the door is locked, I turn back to Uriah, my usual shyness evaporating from my heated body.

I tug on his shirt, hard, until our lips meet again.

I can’t think about anything but being with this man, in any possible way he’ll have me.

Our kiss is passionate, and he deepens it by cradling my face and angling our heads in a way that leaves my knees weak.

It’s one of the best kisses I’ve ever had in my life.

I put my hands on his back, scratching slightly as I push my hips against his. I wrap my leg around him and attempt to rub myself against the ridge in his jeans where his cock is hardening. He groans into our kiss, letting me have my way with him.

“Uriah,” I moan between kisses. “I need you.”

He slows the kisses, a quiet grunt leaving him. “I don’t have a condom,” he whispers, a tiny bit of embarrassment on his face. I shake my head.

“It’s okay. I’m on birth control.” I look up at him, my eyes fluttering. “I want to feel you. Is that okay?”

He nods, the tiniest smile pulling at his lips. “Of course. I want what you want.”

I reach down to unzip him, and the second his jeans slack I’m reaching into his waistband and wrapping my hand around him.

He groans at my touch. I try to revel in his reaction, but I’m distracted. He’s large, uncut. But most of all, I’m diverted by the bits of metal that I feel under my palm.

“So, you and Ciro got your nipples pierced, but you also have this ?” I ask, feeling the bars up and down. He hisses at the feeling, his head falling back for a moment before he chuckles.

“Yes, I do.”

“Did you lose another bet?” I waver with a laugh.

He shakes his head. “No. I went alone for this one.”

“Did it hurt?”

“It did, yeah. The lady wasn’t gentle with it either.”

His words evoke a weird emotion within me. I suddenly want to know exactly why it was a woman piercing his dick, and why she felt like it was okay to not be gentle with it.

Without realizing it, an omega growl emits from my chest. I quickly swallow it back down but the look on his face tells me he heard the very jealous sound.

His eyes sparkles with recognition, a tiny appreciative smile adorning his lips. “Are you feeling jealous, my beautiful Omega? Possessive of your alpha?”

I close my lips together, feeling a blush spread on my cheeks. I am, definitely. But his words make me feel justified, almost like he enjoys that I’m being proprietorial. I rub my legs together, trying to get any friction to my clit.

Uriah’s hand finds my throat, his fingers giving the slightest pressure. It’s both aggressive and gentle, leaving me panting.

“It’s yours ,” he declares and it makes me moan. “No one will ever touch me again. No one but you.”

Our lips meet once again and the fervor is heavier than before.

He lifts me up and sets me on top of the dryer just before he tugs my pants off as fast as he can, but it doesn’t feel fast enough.

When he’s back between my legs, my hands fly to his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down to his thighs.

His piercings look intimidating, but they also make my mouth water.

He spreads my legs further before pulling my panties to the side and lining himself up. The anticipation only lasts a second before he pushes in. We both let out a groan at the sensation of coming together.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt this full, and his piercings hit me in all the right places.

Uriah is meticulous with his movements, moving slowly until his hips meet mine.

There’s a moment of adjusting before he pulls himself all the way out and slams back in, causing my eyes to roll back into my skull.

He does it again and a curse leaves my lips.

He begins a rhythm, quickening his thrusts, and I hold onto his biceps for leverage. He watches us where we’re joined, moaning at the sight before meeting my gaze. His hand finds its way back to my throat, securing me in place as his hips piston faster, hitting that place inside me with abandon.

“Fuck.” Our gazes lock as our moans mingle together. I can feel that familiar feeling building, one that I’ve denied myself for so long before I met these boys. They unwind me like no other pack ever has. I feel ready to burst with it, my skin starting to sweat with the weight of it.

I close my eyes, the first signs of a spark shooting through my legs.

“Look at me, Stacia,” he rasps. I snap them open and find his heavy-lidded gaze shining upon me.

“I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock. I need it.” His fingers give a tiny bit more pressure on the sides of my throat, making me feel revered in his grip.

I’m being fucked mindless, his thrusts never slowing. I grab both of my knees, pulling them further apart, the new angle making me cry out.

“That feels so fucking good.” I think the words are mine, but I can’t comprehend anything other than Uriah’s knot hitting my entrance every time he thrusts in.

I want it, I need it. I don’t think I’ll be able to leave this room without it.

“Tell me what you want, Omega,” he says, seeing the desperation on my face.

He wants it just as badly as I do. I can feel our inner beasts pulling towards one another, wanting to be as close as they possibly can.

He wants to give it to me, and I moan at the agony it’s causing him to wait for permission.

“Knot me,” I whimper. “Fill me up. Please, Alpha.”