Page 23 of Two For the Show (Trapped On The Tightrope Duet #2)

Alex crashes into me, her head hitting my chin, and I bite down on my tongue. It’s an effort to hold back a swear.

This is not how a date is supposed to go.

But now that she’s in my arms, I don’t think I can be mad at the outcome.

I can’t hold myself back from her anymore, and I roll over onto my back, pulling her with me. She stares down at me, and I give her a moment to prepare herself for what is going to happen.

She surprises me by closing the distance between us before I can, plastering her lips on mine.

Kissing Alex is like eating popping candy. You’re told what to expect, but nothing can prepare you for the feelings it invokes. She makes little sounds as our lips dance and our tongues tangle that have me melting underneath her.

When she breaks away from me, her eyes shine, and she grins widely. I have to fight to catch my breath. She sits up, resting on my hips right above where my need strains my pants, and runs her fingers through her hair.

“Do you ever think that there aren’t enough hours in the day?” she asks. “Like you need more time to accomplish your tasks, and that you can’t wait until tomorrow to finish them?”

“All the time,” I answer. “Why?”

“I feel like that when I’m with you. That there is so much I need to do, so much unspoken between us, but I don’t have enough time. That I need you, every part of you, now, and that if I wait even one day more, I’ll explode.”

She whines softly, scrubbing her hands on her face.

“I’m not making sense. What I’m saying is that I’ve lost so much time with all of you.

My body, my Omega, is urging me to make up those three months in such a short amount of time, and it has me feeling like I’m never going to be able to get enough of you in one day.

One hour. One minute. Every second I’m with you, I need more.

And not only like in a sexy, oh, I need you, way.

I need you in each of your moods, no matter how glowering.

Your passion for your circus. Your care of your troupe. ”

My Omega grabs my hand, winding her fingers through mine. “We have so much to talk about. So much to learn about one another. I don’t even know your middle name.”

“Charles. It’s my pa’s name.”

“Rose.”

“That’s cute. I’ll answer whatever question you have, Dr. Alex Rose Shields,” I tell her. “You just have to ask.”

“Okay, Jude Charles Oliver. Do you think there are enough hours today to feel certain about our relationship?”

What a loaded question .

I can’t even begin to know how she wants me to answer that.

So I tell her the first thing that pops into my big, stupid head.

“No. Until we’re bonded, I’ll never feel like you’re mine.

Not fully.” She opens her mouth to refute me, but I hold up a hand.

“Wait. I don’t think that’s a bad thing.

I think it’s a failsafe in our designations.

It’s as if we’re holding back a part of ourselves, preserving a little bit so we don’t lose ourselves in case it doesn’t work out.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not all in, Alex.

I don’t need to feel like every piece of you is mine.

I just need to know that part of you is. ”

There’s a moment, between when lightning flashes and thunder sounds, that you hold your breath, bracing for it.

When you’re a kid, you count the seconds, approximating how many miles away the strike was.

When you’re an adult, you’re waiting for that loud, rolling sound, so you can know that the cycle is complete.

This moment is like that.

I’m holding my breath, counting the seconds.

One.

Her eyes are wide.

Two.

Her lip quivers.

Three.

Her chest hitches.

Four.

Her fingers dig into my shirt.

Five.

Five.

Five.

She plasters herself to me, desperately seeking my mouth, her movements wild as she pulls my hair and tilts my head back, lips trailing across my chin, down my throat.

Alex pauses, panting in my ear, her grip tight on my dark waves.

Six.

“Please.”

One word.

One plea from her.

One moment between us that says everything that needs to be said.

“I’m yours.”

Her teeth sink into the crux between my neck and my shoulder, and I feel the fire of her bond run from the point of impact through my body, to my fingertips and toes, and I cry out in delirious pleasure.

She licks and kisses over the spot as I feel her emotions running through me. It’s a lot of fear, but mostly contentment.

“Should we have talked about this with the others?” she whispers, carding her fingers through my hair as she licks and kisses the wound on my neck.

“No,” I said, knowing in my gut it’s the truth. “They’ll be jealous, but we all want this, Alex. No one needs more time to know that.”

She gives her bonding mark a final kiss and then sits up, slipping her shirt over her head.

I watch in rapt attention as she unhooks her plain white bra and climbs off of me, slipping off her leggings as she does so.

I scramble into a sitting position. I don’t want to be presumptuous and start to undress, too, but I swear I’m about to explode out of my pants.

She’s gorgeous, with miles of soft skin and gentle curves. I want to touch her, to kiss her, to make her mine.

“You told me that you wanted me desperate. That you didn’t want biology to force our first time. Well, Alpha, I think I much prefer to see you desperate.”

She crawls toward me and drags a hand down my chest. Her fingers are taunting and teasing as they stop at the waistband of my jeans.

“Off.”

The whispered command has me scrambling, pulling my pants off. I also strip out of my shirt, leaving me in a pair of plaid boxers that my knot is already starting to swell behind.

She pushes me backward until I’m lying flat, then reaches into my boxers without hesitation. Her hand feels so small wrapped around me, so soft, and I have to grip the bedding underneath me to keep myself from thrusting into her hand.

Lazily, she drags her hand up and down my length, and though her face is passive, I can feel the excitement in our fledgling bond and smell the way her scent has thickened.

“Don’t play with me, Omega,” I gripe, my mouth watering with the need to taste her. “I can smell how much you want me.”

She ducks her head, a pretty flush on her cheeks. Before I can call attention to it, she bends at the waist and sucks the head of my cock into her mouth.

I lose the battle of restraint and punch my hips up, hitting the back of her throat and making her sputter and gag.

“Damn,” she coughs, wiping the spit from her face and the water from her eyes. “Warn an Omega next time.”

I chant my apologies as I climb to my knees and gather her face in my hands, kissing the tears from her cheeks. “I have never lost control of myself like that before,” I say against her lips. “I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

Putting a hand on her sternum, I softly push her back and drop to my belly, peeling her soaked panties from her body. The smell of her slick, the glimmering of it on her lips and thighs, has me thrusting my hips into the mattress. I can’t control myself around this Omega.

I wonder if it’ll ever get easier, or if this is the rest of my life.

Fuck, I hope it’s like this for the rest of my life.

My tongue parts her folds, and I lap at her center. She thrashes and grinds against my face, grabbing my hair and pulling me tighter against her.

“Fuck, fuck,” she moans, rubbing herself against my flattened tongue. “I need… I can’t…”

I slide a finger into her, curling up as I suck on her clit. Her body spasms, more slick dripping from her, telling me without words how much she wants me.

“More.” Her little Omega growl has me going feral, and I have to remind myself to slow down, to savor this. I slide a second finger inside her, enjoying the way it makes her hips thrust up and her spine curl with pleasure.

She pulls at my hair, and I wrench my mouth away from her heat. She glares at me. “Is there any reason why you’re not giving me your knot yet, Alpha?”

“As much as I would love to slam myself into you, I need to get you ready. Can you wait a little longer?” As I’m talking, I slide a third finger into her. It’s a tight fit, which further proves my point.

She needs to be warmed up since she’s not in heat.

“I can take it,” she whines, circling her hips as she grinds down on my hand. “I promise I can.”

I bend down to nip at her thigh. “Absolutely not. I refuse to hurt you. If you want my knot at all, you’ll have to let me get you ready.”

Alex huffs, rolling her eyes, but the intended effect is lost when I slide my fingers together inside her, overlapping the tips so I can fit a fourth finger inside her.

Slick drips down my wrist, making the drag in and out of her sound positively filthy.

Watching her stretch around my hand has my cock aching to be sunk inside her, but I meant what I said.

She will get hurt if I try to force my knot in without getting her ready. Plus, foreplay is half the fun.

“Take a deep breath,” I say as I pull my fingers out of her and pull my thumb against my others, making my hand look like a duck bill. “Now, exhale.” On her exhale, I slide all five fingers into her, rubbing her clit softly with the thumb of my other hand as I do.

She’s convulsing on my fist, an unintelligible string of words falling from her lips, her scent so strong in the air that I may shoot my load off before I even get the chance to sink inside her.

“That’s it,” I purr, crawling up her body as I move my fist in and out of her slowly. “Come on my fist. Show me you’re ready to take my knot.”

She bares her teeth at me before wrapping her arms around my neck and biting my lower lip, before pushing her tongue into my mouth. When she pulls away, her eyes foggy with arousal, she licks the tip of my nose. “I’m ready, Alpha.”

Now I believe her.

I slide my hand out of her and shuffle the rest of my boxers off before using my drenched fist to smear slick down my shaft and knot. Propping myself up with my arm so I don’t squash her, I line myself up with her entrance and push inside her to the knot.

It’s almost immediate, the way she throbs around me, and her screams bounce off the side of the trailer. She’s choking me, making it hard for me not to pump her full of my cum prematurely .

Fuck, she feels like heaven. Warm, tight, and dripping wet. I want her like this all the time.

I lose the battle with my better senses and pound into her, nipping and biting at her neck as she wraps her legs around my waist and meets me thrust for thrust.

When she pinches her nipples desperately, I can no longer hold back, and I push my knot inside her. I try to go slow, but I’m not in complete control right now. My Alpha nature is riding me hard, demanding I rut and breed her like an animal.

I can feel the moment her vestibule clenches onto my knot and locks me inside her, triggering it to inflate fully. My thrusts grow shallow as my Omega’s nails dig into my back. I reach between us, using the pad of my thumb to work over her clit as we rock together.

My Omega cries out in pleasure before she pulls me down and latches onto my neck, sucking right over the spot she claimed me as hers, and I can’t hold myself back anymore, stilling as I dig my fingertips into her hips and spill into her.

I can’t collapse on top of her without hurting her, so I roll onto my back, bringing her with me and letting her stretch out across my expansive chest. She hums softly, making circles on my skin with her fingertip.

As I hold her tightly to me, I think about that moment between when lightning flashes and thunder sounds again, and I can’t keep the smile off my face.

One.

Doctor Alex Rose Shields is my Omega.

Forever.