Page 35 of With A Little Luck

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Trigg

A fter dinner, Ridge lets the mutt out, and he and Hartley go back to the nursery to finish up whatever project was left to complete.

Quincy leans close to my side as we head upstairs. There’s a clear disconnect between where I think we’re headed—my room—and where she leads me to—the pack bedroom.

I intended to give her the necklace tonight. I got the ring to have on hand for the perfect moment, but even I know there needs to be some hype or special circumstances planned for when I give it to her.

Or ask.

That’s right.

She hasn’t said yes…yet.

She will.

I just have to be patient and plan the perfect proposal. And remember to ask not tell her we’re getting married. Perhaps I should write out my speech; that way, I won’t forget what I’m supposed to say.

“May I ask where we’re headed?”

Quincy laughs. “I spent all day setting up the nest. I’m itching to show it to someone.”

“I’m honored to be the first.”

“I’m going to need you to set your dirty laundry aside, at least the stuff you won’t miss from your wardrobe.” She smiles up at me, trusting me to guide her to the nest, even though, to her knowledge, I’ve never been inside. “The last thing left is to help it smell right.”

We make the turn into the nest, and it’s immediately apparent how much work she put into it.

“You’ve been a busy little omega. Haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t reach to swap out the drapery or the gauzy hanging curtains, but the colors are fine.”

“If you’d like to change them, I’m happy to help,” I assure her.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says. “But for now, these work.”

We make it to the steps, and the entire area smells heavily of Quincy.

My canines pulse, and my head gets foggy, which is not a great sign.

I’m an unbonded alpha.

I could slip into rut and hurt her or the baby… It’s the last thing I’d ever want, but biology is not on the side of lucidity. Nature instinctually wants a bond created between Quincy and me, and it will play dirty if necessary to get its desired outcome.

She climbs onto the mattress on all fours, and Ridge’s shirt hangs in the front. It’s strange seeing the baby protrude on her sides but also insanely sexy.

I never considered that I might be drawn to creating life, but it does seem to have me firmly in its grasp. I’m experiencing legitimate excitement over the thought of meeting our daughter.

I just need to get Quincy comfortable with the idea that I plan to stick around permanently. The courting conversation was supposed to convey that…

Right?

Christ.

Maybe I should download a few books tonight before bed.

I need to do some research about understanding relationships.

Quincy snuggles close on her lumpy pile of blankets. I’m not sure why lying directly on the sheet would have caused her distress, but at least it’s not hot in the nest.

Those circulation vents must be doing at least something. Although I’m not sure what, considering Quincy’s scent is still so potent in the air that I can taste it.

She lies on her side facing me, and her fingertips brush over my T-shirt. “So, tell me about you, Trigg. Where do you normally live?”

Clearing my throat, I attempt to focus on her question. However, my body is still being difficult. Replays of the way her fingers circled my crown flash through my mind, making my knot throb.

My palm brushes her cheek, and I slide my fingers into her hair, cradling her skull. “My main home is in Vegas. I also own condos in Washington State, New York, and Miami.”

Her eyes widen. “I’m sorry. Did you just say you own four houses?”

I chuckle. “Just the one. The others are little more than glorified apartments.”

“Trigg,” she whispers.

I frown.

She stopped caressing my chest, and I want more of that.

“You’ll own half of everything I do once you agree to be my wife.” Using my hold on her skull, I pull her closer and meet her in the middle.

I shove my tongue into her mouth, mostly because I want to kiss her, and partially to give her a chance to come to terms with the idea we will be wed.

If I keep her mouth busy, she can’t tell me to fuck off.

Her soft gasp escapes around our lips, and her fingers dig into my shirt as she pulls me closer.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t give her, so I plaster my front to hers. I always manage to forget how small she is in comparison to my height, but that’s nothing unusual when alphas and omegas are concerned.

My thickening cock brushes her thighs, and I fight the urge to grind against her.

This isn’t about me.

I had my time earlier.

But Christ, that’s hard to remember when her lips are soft and pliant against mine.

She rolls onto her back, and I follow her, careful to avoid putting weight on the baby.

My fingers trace her jaw, backing away enough that she can breathe.

“Are you okay in this position?” I brush my nose against hers, trying to burn the look on her face into my retinas.

She nods.

My heartbeat picks up.

I pluck off my glasses, stretching over and tossing them on the nightstand portion of the huge shelving unit next to the bed.

Quincy squirms under me, and her pheromones flood the air. She tugs on my T-shirt, and I follow her command, settling back over her. It’s complicated with how pregnant she is, but my forearm lands next to her head, and I keep most of my weight off to the side.

She leans up and catches my bottom lip, rolling her tongue over it. The reaction in my sweatpants is extreme, and I have no doubt that she can feel it even through the material.

Growling, I lock my muscles to keep from grinding into her and fight for dominance of the kiss. It tickles my instincts when she lets me take over.

She whimpers, and her head falls to the mattress. I follow her down, trying to remember what I’m supposed to be doing.

She’s going to know how underprepared I am for this mission, but here’s hoping my enthusiasm and work ethic shine through. They have to make up for my lack of experience.

The sensual tease of her tongue around mine has my cock a sticky, leaking mess. I’m so lost in the physical sensations and her scent in the air that it takes me ages to realize she’s grinding her pussy against my knee that rests between her thighs.

My hand flattens on the top of her head while I tug my other from her cheek, trailing down her neck as I give her another opportunity to breathe.

She smiles, all red cheeks and sweaty brow, but my stomach drops when her face contorts.

“I need…” She groans, shaking her head. “You. I need you, Trigg.”

My alarm ratchets higher with the realization of how hot her skin feels compared to mine. She makes a frantic grab for my hand, pulling it around her stomach and settling it over her sex.

She yanks up the waistband of Ridge’s sweats that she’s clad in and guides my fingers lower. “See? I ache…”

“Fuck,” I growl, shoving my tongue into her mouth once more.

I’ve never felt more helpless and inept. She continues pushing my hand down, and I brush her drenched lower lips.

Every inhale sends her scent flooding my senses until a strange warmth takes over my chest.

My lungs buzz.

My heart thunders.

And my cock throbs with an ache that I couldn’t describe if I tried. All I know is that I won’t be satisfied until I’m buried inside her.

Quincy has no problem showing me exactly what she needs. She cups my hand, and her fingers almost interlace with mine, but not quite. Just enough that she can guide my middle finger around her clit.

Coconut and creamy vanilla, mixed with that indescribable electric tinge. I’ll never look at dessert the same way again.

Quincy pulls her hand from mine, leaving me to manage her pleasure while she struggles to get Ridge’s sweats down around her thighs.

It’s a tangled mess of limbs and fumbled movements, but I hold myself out of the way and eventually release her cunt to help get her out of the material. I assume the sweats end up bunched by her feet, but I have no idea. I’m too focused on removing my shirt with a hand at the back of my neck.

Quincy whines, running her hand down my bare chest. She scratches her nails over my stomach and hits the band of my sweatpants. “These too.” She grins, her eyes glassy. “Please.”

My body scrambles into motion, handling that.

I barely have the presence of mind to keep from trapping her to the mattress with my weight as I settle over her once more.

I’m shocked to find she pulled Ridge’s T-shirt up while I was busy. My canines pulse painfully, and a foggy sheen takes over my vision.

Closing my eyes doesn’t help.

Shaking my head fails to clear it away.

Mount. Rut. Breed. Claim.

The thoughts take over, and my skin pebbles with goose bumps. I stiffen as she wraps her small fist around my length and begins to jerk my tip against her clit.

Aren’t we missing steps?

The steps are mount, rut, breed, claim .

Do it now !

Anxiety rips through my chest as I recognize the signs they warn all alphas about. The ones that mean rational thought is on the way out and rut is on the way in.

“Just roll over. I can ride you,” Quincy says, nodding dramatically. Her long dark hair fans around her, and she’s a vision.

“I’ve never done this, but I’m forgetting something,” I admit, nuzzling my cheek to hers.

She releases my dick, and it falls against her pussy. “Roll over, Trigg!”

My system once again snaps into action at her bossy order, and I end up on my back next to her. She grunts and struggles to sit up, and I curse myself for failing to be a gentleman. My forearm slides between her and the bed, and I help her up.

Ripping off Ridge’s T-shirt, she tosses it aside and climbs over me. Her hair falls over her breasts and around her swollen stomach as she traps my shaft to my pelvis.

She’s so damn beautiful.

I caress her hips, and my eyes widen.

There’s no way she’s not running a fever.

She’s slick and warm, and the friction feels fucking incredible, but concern bites through the haze of fog that comes before rut.

“What will help you feel better?” I ask, teasing my hands up her side.

“This,” she groans, grabbing my cock and guiding it to her opening. “I’m so sorry. We can have sweet first-time sex later. If that works?”

“I don’t believe you can have a first time twice . That would be a sweet second time, but far be it from me to complain about implied additional intimacy.”

“You’re making my brain confused.” She grunts, wiggling her hips and sinking down my length. “Just tell me I’m pretty and you want me.”

I would…if I could form words.

Her walls stretch around my crown, and I growl, pushing up onto my forearms until I’m vertical. Sucking in my abs makes room for the baby, and I wrap my arm around her lower back.

“You’re stunning, and I want you more than my next breath,” I growl, fighting against the fog.

She’s clearly hazy. That means one of us has to keep our wits about us.

I’m not sure what I imagined sex would be like, but I ache to toss her down and rut into her like a beast.

She rises and falls on her knees, resting her forehead against my shoulder. Her warm breath fans over my skin, and she melts into me. “I’ve never done drugs, but if I had to compare this feeling to something, I would say I’m high. Like warm and floaty, but I want to come.”

Anything I’ve attempted in life, I’ve excelled at. Well, unless you count connecting with other people, but I never put much effort into that until meeting Quincy. Considering she’s riding my cock, I’ll count that as one in the win column.

I suppose the universe had to humble me at some point. I only wish it wasn’t at such a vital time. It’s not putting on a dismal performance that is my concern. It’s genuinely not knowing how to meet her needs.

Heats are more than simple desire.

They’re a biological response.

And I need to be able to take care of her. My system is convinced it understands how to make that a reality, but giving in to my instincts feels dangerous with the baby in the mix.

“Fine,” Quincy huffs. “I can do it.” She snakes her hand between us, teasing her clit.

Only she stops riding me.

My hands fall to her ass and hips, lifting and dropping her over my shaft. I’d love to be able to kiss her, but at some point, she moved to resting her face in my throat.

My knot aches.

My cock isn’t in much better shape.

And my head is a mess.

“More,” she begs, nodding. “God, Trigg, you feel so good.”

“You too, angel,” I choke out, focusing on anything but the way she feels wrapped around me. Her breasts jiggle against my chest as she works her swollen nub, and the sight is erotic.

I’d love to watch them bounce as I trap her below me, but I don’t have the first clue how to make that happen safely.

Why haven’t I spent time researching sexual positions?

Oh, likely because I found the thought utterly appalling prior to meeting Quincy. I’m frequently covered in bodily fluids, and yet, blood and brain matter seemed less unappealing than physical intimacy…

How wrong I was.

Quincy’s begging moans grow even louder, and her pussy spasms around my length. No amount of gritting my teeth or clenching my muscles can help.

She sobs, shaking against my chest, and I lose the battle to hold on.

Pleasure rips through my nerve endings, and I growl, filling her full of my cum.

At some point, Quincy and I change positions. I’m granted the opportunity to watch her tits bounce and jiggle with each snap of my hips as I kneel between her spread thighs, but I can’t get too close.

Not just because of the baby either.

It’s too dangerous to be within biting distance. I keep her knees on my forearms and fuck her through another orgasm. She doesn’t appear to be cooling off, and I need more information.

Possibly some backup.

Lowering her legs to the mattress, I pull free of her sex and crawl over her. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

“What?” she groans.

“Be right back, angel.” I peck a kiss on her lips and scramble off the bed.