Page 31 of The Violence of Love (The Black Market Omega #2)

Autry

“Myrick?” I step into the bathroom, but it’s empty. The air is still thick with steam. The scent of clean skin and fresh spring air clings to the warmth, and the mirror is fogged up, but the blond beta is nowhere to be seen.

Maybe he’s calling Rhett?

The alpha promised to be home at a decent hour, and I pray he will be. I can’t wait another second to be claimed. While I’m not exactly eager to have his monstrous cock shoved into me, I can’t take the waiting any longer.

I’ll stay up all night if I have to, but Rhett is claiming me tonight.

Eager to wash off the day, I twist the shower knob and watch as hot water bursts from the rainfall head above, steam billowing instantly into the space.

I peel off my clothes piece by piece, letting them fall to the tiled floor.

The second I step under the water, heat blooms across my shoulders, melting the tension curled at the base of my neck .

Rhett said the new collar would be soft—"easy to wear"—but it felt as stiff and painful as the one I wore back at the Morder.

Once I’m scrubbed, exfoliated, and clean, I step out of the shower, then begin digging through all my new clothes. Myrick dropped a small fortune on me and Charlie today, and the least I can do is surprise him with something sexy. Something that will keep us warm until Rhett gets home.

I find the blow dryer tucked under the sink and plug it in. Warm air lifts and fluffs my hair. Then I moisturize, taking my time to smooth lotion over every curve and dip of skin. When I’m done, I slip into the new lingerie set I picked out for tonight.

The dark teal color glows rich and jewel-like against my skin.

The panties are delicate and sheer, with lace edging that kisses the curve of my hips.

The matching babydoll top flows down from soft, structured cups, the thin straps trimmed in lace, the bodice sheer and whisper-light.

It floats when I move, flaring slightly with each shift of my hips.

Rhett definitely won’t be able to resist me in this.

“Autry?” Myrick calls from the bedroom, his voice soft, but it still jolts me.

I freeze, brush still in my hair, not quite ready for him to see me like this.

“I’ll be right there!” I call, trying to sound breezy.

My fingers fumble as I wind the blow dryer cord too quickly and shove it back under the sink.

My skin is soft and warm, my pulse fluttering with nerves I didn’t really expect.

“Pull it together,” I whisper to myself. “It’s not like you’re a virgin.”

“Rhett’s headed home,” Myrick says from the other side of the door, his voice low and closer now.

“Okay,” I answer, glancing at my reflection one last time. I run a hand through my hair, giving it some volume, then I smooth a curl behind my ear. “Okay,” I whisper. “You can do this.”

Standing tall, I walk across the bathroom, then open the door.

Myrick is busy pulling the covers back while Dolly settles into her little doggy bed in the corner of the room. I take advantage of his distraction, leaning seductively against the doorframe.

“It’s late, so traffic shouldn’t be—” Myrick stops mid-sentence. His eyes land on me, and everything in him goes still.

Slowly, he pushes off the bed, rising to his feet.

The sheet slipping from his hands as his gaze rakes over every inch of me.

He’s barefoot, dressed in soft black pajama bottoms that hang low on his hips, the fabric loose but clinging enough to hint at the shape of his cock underneath.

His fitted white T-shirt stretches across his chest and shoulders, hugging his lean frame like it was tailored for him.

The thin cotton clings slightly at the waist, drawing my eyes to the sharp cut of his torso and the subtle line of muscle that disappears into the waistband of his pants.

“Wow,” he breathes, like the word pulls straight from his chest.

“You like it?” I ask, taking a slow step forward. “How do I look?”

Myrick’s mouth opens, almost as if he can’t find the words. “Stunning,” he finally says, his voice gone husky. “When did you get that?”

“Today.” I slip my hands over his shirt, feeling his firm body beneath. “The shopping attendant recommended a few items to…” I roll my eyes upward, trying to remember her exact words. “Get my pack’s blood up.” I can’t help but laugh at her description .

Myrick smiles, then nods. “Well, I’m definitely up.” He glances down at the front of his pants. His cock pushes forward, tenting the thin material.

My nerves flare, but I shove them down, then step in close. I let my fingers trail lightly over Myrick’s chest as I rise onto my tiptoes. My lips brush his without quite kissing him. “Let me see if I can help with that,” I whisper. “Kiss me.”

A spark lights in his beautiful blue eyes as he smirks, slow and wicked. “Oh, you are trouble.”

I bite my bottom lip, tilting my head to tease him. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

The beta’s smile deepens for a second, but then it fades—his gaze locking on mine with quiet intensity as he leans in. When his lips finally press to mine, everything goes still.

The kiss is soft at first, deliberate. His mouth moves against mine with patience, like he’s savoring every second.

It’s nothing like kissing Rhett—Rhett kisses like he’s claiming you, like the world belongs to him and he’s pulling you into it.

And it’s not like Charlie either. His kiss was warm and needy, like he’s been waiting his whole life to taste me.

No—Myrick’s kiss is different.

He kisses like he knows exactly what he’s doing. Like he wants to memorize the shape of my mouth. It’s sensual and slow, teasing and charged, and it makes heat curl low in my belly.

Moaning softly, I slide my arms around his neck, arching into him.

The delicate lace of my babydoll flutters slightly with the movement, brushing against his chest. Every inch of contact feels electric—his breath against my cheek, the soft brush of his shirt, the low sound he makes when I deepen the kiss .

By the time we finally part, I’m breathless, my lips tingling and knees a little weak.

“Autry?” Myrick’s voice is husky as he asks, “Can I taste you?” His gaze drops to my exposed cleavage. “I’ve never been with a woman before. I want to…” he licks his lips, pausing as if trying to gather his courage. “I want to eat you out.”

A rush of excitement surges through me, followed by a warm heat that spreads everywhere—my belly, cheeks, chest, even the tips of my ears burn.

“I’d like that,” I say softly, a relieved smile tugging at my lips.

Somehow, knowing I’m not the only one having new experiences makes everything feel less scary.

“Come on,” Myrick says, taking my hand with steady confidence and leading me to the bed. “Lie down.” He settles me gently, my head resting on his pillow as he slides a knee onto the mattress beside me.

I spread my legs, feeling both ready and kind of jittery at the same time. My nerves are all over the place. What if Myrick doesn't like this? What if he doesn’t actually like me? What if?—

“Lift your hips,” Myrick says as he curls his fingers into my lacy panties.

Then he tugs. They glide down my thighs and knees, then over my feet.

Cool air fans across my already wet sex, making me shiver.

“It’s okay.” He rests his warm hand on my belly as he settles between my legs.

His gaze lingers on my face, his expression warm and loving, before finally looking down at my sex.

His breath immediately picks up, and his eyes dilate.

“Wow,” he whispers as if in awe. “So pink.”

I don’t know why, but that makes me smile.

“Tell me if I do it wrong?” Myrick's eyes flicker to mine, and I nod. Then he leans forward, and his hot tongue moves over me.

He’s tentative at first, teasing my slit with gentle movements. His fingers caress me before kissing my folds. He laps and sucks gently at each lip, touching every inch of me. It feels good. Almost relaxing. But as I settle into the relaxing sensation, his tongue hits my clit, and I jolt.

“Oh!” My head jerks up off the pillow, breath catching sharp in my throat.

Myrick chuckles softly, his breath coming out in hot puffs across my sex. “Did that feel good?” he asks, voice low and teasing.

I can’t help but giggle, pressing my hands over my mouth as a flush spreads through me. “Yes,” I whisper, voice trembling a little. “Really good.”

“Good.” He flashes that slow, stunning smile, making my pulse quicken as he dives back into me.

His tongue is more deliberate this time, his movements more confident.

“A little higher.” I moan when his tongue finds my clit once again. “Harder.” I gasp, and my back arches when he latches on and sucks hard. “That’s it!” I pant as pressure builds deep inside me.

Myrick’s hand runs up the back of my thigh, gripping my ass. His soft breath fans over my mound as he flicks my clit over and over, growling when my hips buck. The vibrations cut straight to my core, and my thighs tense.

I need more. Thicker. Deeper.

A needy whine falls from my lips, followed by a desperate moan.

Myrick rubs and licks and flicks until I can’t breathe anymore, and I fall apart.

My thighs shake and my nipples pebble hard against my soft lingerie.

The room is spiraling with wild pleasure as I come and come.

Until finally everything fades, and I’m left panting.

“Holy fuck,” Myrick breathes, chest rising and falling fast. “That was incredible.”

“You’re telling me,” a low voice rumbles from the doorway.

My eyes snap open.

Rhett stands there, suit jacket tossed over one shoulder, his tie hanging loose around his neck.

He looks every bit the powerful alpha. Tired, maybe, but still composed, controlled, and sexy as hell.

His silver hair is immaculate, like always, and his eyes burn as they move slowly over our tangled bodies.

Thank god he’s home.

“Were you two having fun?” he purrs, stalking closer. There’s a quiet, dangerous grace in the way he moves—like he’s just barely keeping himself in check.

“You’re late,” I say, rolling onto my side to face Rhett fully. I bat my lashes, hoping I look seductive. Tempting. “It’s rude to make a lady wait.”

Rhett’s eyes darken with lust, and for a beat, the air between us sizzles. “You’re no lady,” he growls, his gaze slipping over every inch of me. “You’re mine .”