Blizzards and Brews (Holiday Hollow Omegaverse)

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Lindsay

I f I had to wait one more second I was going to scream.

My panties were ruined and they had been since I’d let those emerald eyes burn into me and his scent of balsam and tonka filled my lungs.

Yet instead of demanding he take me home before food, I’d let him lead me to the diner and pull me close.

Hell, I even let him feed me by hand, my whole body shivering at the pleased rumble that left his chest. I wasn’t an omega who needed doting on but damn, if I didn’t love having all of his energy and attention focused on me for that moment.

“Patience, angel,” he said, his teeth nipping my ear. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“I’ve been patient,” I quipped back, quickly finding my fire once again. “And if you try and make me wait even longer I’m going to have to take care of things myself.”

I shifted in the seat, pressing against the hard seam of my jeans, trying to find relief.

His hands immediately stilled me, gripping harder than they had before.

“That’s mine, and the only thing touching it tonight is going to be me,” he promised.

I grinned. “Then prove it.”

His hands left my hips only to pull a few bills out and toss them on the table, his hand finding mine as we excited the booth and made our way toward the local inn where he was staying.

At this point, I wasn’t doing a great job of keeping this undercover from curious eyes, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

I needed this alpha like I needed a repairman. I needed him to break me apart and put me together again.

As soon as we were inside his room our hands were on each other. He cupped my ass, hoisting me up against him and giving me more access to his body.

He let me pull off his shirt and I swear to god I lost my cool and may have whimpered at seeing his thick muscles coated with a fine layer of downy hair.

“I’m glad you like what you see, angel,” he said, his hands cupping me harder and rubbing me against his length. “It’s yours. Take what you need.”

My lips greedily met his as he worked me back and forth across his length, the friction a blessing after the build up of the evening.

He tasted like syrup from the pancakes we’d shared and he kissed like the devil, so confident and sure that I was about to make him a bargain for my own soul.

If it was this good now, I couldn’t fathom what it would be like once I got him where I really wanted him.

The scruff on his jaw scraped against me as his kisses trailed down my neck, licking and sucking until my thighs were shaking and I was hanging on by a thread.

His hips kicked forward, his steel length grinding even harder against me as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my neck.

Fuck.

What would it feel like if he bit me? If he claimed me?

Then, as if my thoughts willed it into fruition, his teeth pressed harder into my flesh making me lose my mind and score his back with my fingernails.

“Oh god!” I screamed.

The alpha chuckled against my skin.

“Spencer,” he corrected. “When you’re screaming your pleasure tonight, Lindsay, it’s my name that should be on your lips.”

Fuck, I hadn’t even known his name until then and I couldn’t even find it in me to care. I deserved this. I deserved a night to let go of absolutely everything and just enjoy myself.

His teeth grazed my skin again, pressing in and talented lips sucked harshly, his fingertips branding themselves on my ass as I felt him throb against me.

I lost it, completely shattering with a cry, his name on my lips as he held me through my orgasm, rocking me against him until I was on the verge of another one.

He walked us over to the bed, laying me down with care and immediately covered my body with his.

For Hollow’s sake he smelled incredible, all woodsy and warm. The way he was touching me everywhere, covering me in his scent, was doing something to me I never thought I wanted.

“I need to taste you, angel,” he said, fingers going to the buttons of my jeans. “Need to get you ready for me.”

I arched my hips up, helping him get them off. “Please.”

As soon as they were off, I whipped off my shirt and undid my bra, stunning him speechless for a moment, much to my pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m a lucky man,” he said on his knees, pupils fully dilated and black hair askew.

Even on his knees he was enormous, his dominance not a question even in his submissive position.

Unable to resist, I cupped myself, rolling my nipples between my fingers and spreading my legs fully open.

He dove in. My red underwear the taunting flag for him to charge forward, ripping them from my body and diving headfirst.

Spencer didn’t do anything in halves, licking the full length of my slit before he began fucking me with his tongue. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, his lips moved to my clit as he slid two fingers inside.

“Spencer!” I gasped, my head falling back as I reached blindly down to tangle my hands in his hair.

“That’s it, let me hear my name, angel. Need to get you good and ready to take me.”

Curling his fingers and pressing deep he hit the sweet spot inside me, causing my thighs to shake and clamp around his head as I fell over the edge for the second time.

“Want you,” I said, trying to pull him up to me.

He obliged, moving to lay next to me and pulling me into the nook of his arm while his other hand still toyed with me.

Kissing him, I tasted myself on his tongue, his answering deep groan sending more shivers through me.

“My naughty angel. Absolutely fucking perfect,” he praised. “I need one more from you before I take you completely. Don’t want to hurt you…well, not more than you want me to.”

I nipped his lips, showing him that he’d read the situation exactly right. “If you’re going to make me wait even more, you better make it worth it.”

“Oh angel, you’ve been waiting your whole life for me,” he said. “And I’ve been waiting on you. It will be more than worth it.”

With that he eased a third finger inside me, working me open as he claimed my mouth again, fucking me with his tongue and fingers. I was anything but a docile beta, so I rocked into his touch, enjoying the stretch and the taste of him.

Spencer never stopped worshiping me, even as he stretched my body to accommodate him. His mouth left a burning trail of fire as he kissed his way down my neck to my collarbone, biting and sucking at every inch he could reach.

I’d never felt so dominated in my life and despite thinking I was a strong, independent beta, here I was willing to bare myself for this dominant alpha.

His growls shook me to my core. The touch of his fingers owning my body. Having his mouth and teeth mark my skin for him. I’d thought he was done tasting me but he went back for even more.

All of it had me dripping for him and letting out pleas for mercy.

He ignored every babbling demand for more and took his time.

“This is the first time I’m tasting you, angel, and I have no intentions of having a quick fuck. This is me imprinting myself on you so you never forget who you belong to,” he growled, the sound feral and visceral, leaving me a quivering mess.

He barely had to pump his fingers into my core again before my pussy was pulsing around him, pleasure slamming into me in a wave that ripped a keening cry from my lips.

“Fuck, Spencer,” I groaned as my vision darkened and my body shook in the shockwaves of the most intense orgasm of my life.

“I think you’re ready for me, angel,” he husked as he shifted us again, moving in between my legs and gripping my ankles in his hands. The way he easily moved me where he wanted had my heart beating a bit quicker and my wetness seeping down my thighs.

I watched with wide eyes as he rolled a condom over his cock. I’d had my fair share of sex in my life but no one I’d had yet was as big as Spencer. I knew he’d leave me a pool of pleasure and sin and I welcomed it.

“Then fuck me,” I demanded. My voice was slightly breathless but the word was an order.

He chuckled at me as he slowly teased the tip of his cock through my wet slit, pushing against my swollen clit so I was writhing in his hold.

“I’m not giving you my knot yet, my beautiful beta. I need to give you another reason to fuck me again,” he said with a wicked grin on his face. “I can tell you’ll take convincing.”

My eyes narrowed but he didn’t let me protest as he lined himself up and sank inside of me.

The man was fucking glorious. His length was impressive, but when paired with the girth, I was unable to do more than moan. Even without his knot he filled me, pushing my limits.

“You’re taking me so good, angel. Just breathe,” he soothed as he rocked into me again, pushing himself a bit deeper but not giving me everything. Somehow, I didn’t feel like I was missing out.

The kiss he placed on my head as he pressed close and filled me brought a swell of emotion I wasn’t prepared for.

Spencer’s presence was commanding, overwhelming in the best way.

“I can’t–”

“You can,” he countered. “You’re doing so good taking me in your pretty little pussy, sucking me deep and begging me to spill inside of you.”

His words had me clenching around him. “More.”

“I’ll give you more, angel. I’ll give you everything.”

He fucked me as his dirty words fell from his lips, positioning me just right so every time he pushed into me, he brushed that spot inside of me that had fresh moans spilling from me.

There was no control here for me. Spencer was orchestrating every reaction and every orgasm, using my body like he’d known it for years.

His green eyes burned into me as he watched my reactions, adjusting to ensure that a single coherent thought couldn’t even form. All I could focus on was the pure, white-hot pleasure that coursed through me, and the primal scent of this alpha who had stumbled into my life and demanded I let him in.

He eventually urged me to wrap my legs around his waist so his hands were free. That only meant he was running his hands over my heated skin and pinching my nipple between his fingers.

“So good for me,” he praised as his eyes studied my face and body, slowly inching over my naked flesh as if he were committing this moment to memory.

My chest warmed but I didn’t dwell in it as I drowned in another orgasm as his fingers found my clit. A few teasing strokes and I was coming again, crying out his name in a rasping voice, my throat raw from the screams he’d already caused.

“That’s right. Let go for me,” he urged as he continued to stroke my clit.

One orgasm blurred into another as he slammed into me, using me to chase his own orgasm now. His muscles bunched and moved with his efforts and despite the fact he had me falling apart for him so easily, I drank in the sight.

His head fell back, plush lips parting as he let out a low groan that echoed in his room. I could feel him as he came, his cock pulsing inside of me as he stilled, holding me in place and forcing himself not to shove his knot deep inside of me.

I expected him to collapse on top of me or roll to the side but I watched in barely disguised shock as he gently pulled out of me, keeping the condom in place, before disappearing in the bathroom. He came back a few moments later with a cool cloth, running it over my skin until he was satisfied then drying me with another.

He tossed them toward the bathroom and pulled me into his arms. My eyes were already drifting closed as he covered us up. He brushed another kiss over my lips before placing one last one on my forehead.

“Sleep well, angel,” he said in a softer tone than I’d heard from him all night. Between the scent of balsam and tonka and the warmth of his body against mine, there was no fighting the sleep threatening to pull me under. I’d lost track of how many orgasms he’d wrung from my body and I was exhausted.

Tomorrow, I could deal with the fact this alpha had stormed into my life and fucked me like he’d been waiting his whole life for this. Tonight I was going to let myself sink into this bed, feeling seen, worshiped, and perfectly sated.