Shattered Trinket, page 32
The sound of his zipper being pulled down is loud in my ears and my body tenses in preparation, ready to have him stretching me wide around him with his girth. I clench when I feel his pierced tip at my opening, nearly in pain with how badly I need him. On my next whine, he doesn’t hold back, slamming into me, which knocks the breath from my lungs.
“This… Is… Your… Cock,” he grunts out with each violent thrust into me, leaving me breathless.
He doesn’t take it easy on me, his grip on my hips bruising as he slams into me repeatedly, grunting as his balls slap against my clit, making my eyes want to cross.
“Feel how perfectly snug I am inside of this sweet pussy, pretty girl? That’s because I was made for you in every fucking way. Just as you were made for me.”
I’m lost to sensation and drowning in his words, his feral intensity that lights me on fire from the inside. This alpha, this ghost, owns me, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let him go.
I vaguely hear the door open, but I’m so lost in the monster behind me, completely owning my body without a care. My eyes open and I see a figure through the haze. Blinking my eyes, I realize it’s the woman from earlier, staring in shock with her mouth open. Her jaw clenches when she sees I’ve noticed her and her fists clench, her face scrunching in anger when Jeremiah growls ‘mine’ against my throat.
I moan, every nerve inside of me feeling like a live wire, sending pulses of pleasure zinging through my body. I can’t even find it in me to be embarrassed at being caught, though I’m positive once this is all said and done, I’ll be mortified, despite how wretched the woman was to me.
Jeremiah’s teeth clamp down on the skin at the back of my neck, and I almost beg him to mark me, but shut my lips before the words can pass.
Not the time or place.
“Such a good girl for me,” my Ghost purrs at my throat, and my eyes lose focus when the tip of his pierced length hits a spot deep inside me that has me seeing a whole new galaxy of stars.
My hips are digging into the sink in front of me, but even that can’t take away from how good my alpha makes me feel. His body completely engulfs mine, yet he’s so gentle with me.
Unless he’s owning me, body and soul, then he lets go, becoming downright feral.
I’m learning that I’m partial to both sides.
I gasp when he’s so deep inside of me, he’s all I can feel, and his hips circle, pushing me higher. After that, I forget all about the woman, all of my focus on the alpha at my back as he shows me he’s mine and mine alone.
His hand creeps around and a finger settles on my clit, thrumming it and making me scream his name as I clench him tight inside of me, covering him in my slick and begging for his knot despite where we are.
He doesn’t give it to me, which upsets me until the pleasurable haze wears off and I come back down to earth, remembering where we are. My cheeks burn as he slowly thrusts into me one more time before slipping out, and I feel his cum slide down my inner thighs, which only makes my cheeks burn hotter when I notice him watching the way it glides down with a hungry look.
When he reaches behind me, turning the water on and grabbing handfuls of napkins to wet, before kneeling at my feet, I suck in a sharp breath. Tears sting my eyes at the way he gingerly cleans my legs, and when he reaches between them, I gasp and hold on to the sink’s edge as he shoves his face there and cleanses me with his tongue without a care that he’s still dripping out of me.
I come again before he’s finished, and he helps me slide my pants back up my shaky legs, buttoning and zipping them for me before dropping a sweet kiss to the tip of my nose when I lean my head back and look up at him.
He blows out a breath, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“You’re too good for me,” he murmurs, and I rest my hands on his chest, hating that he’s so hard on himself.
He’s one of the best people I know, and he has the biggest heart and kindest soul when he lets you in.
“You’re perfect for me, my Ghost.”
Bending, he rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. I watch his chest rise and fall as he takes deep breaths, and I keep my hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating against my palms rhythmically.
“I love you, Cozette. Without you, there is no me. Don’t ever forget that again, understood?”
There’s a frown on his lips, and a crease between his eyebrows that has me reaching up until my index finger rests there, gently running along the center and down the bridge of his nose until his features relax. My lip wobbles and I swallow around the lump in my throat, but I nod.
“Yes, Alpha,” I say, making him chuckle and shake his head at me.
“Come on. Let’s get home before the others come searching for us.”
We walk out, me nestled underneath his arm and tucked safely into his side, as he glares at everyone that turns to look at us. I tip my head down when I see the beta woman from earlier, but Jeremiah stops in his tracks and turns to face me, a thunderous look on his face when he tips my chin up to look at him. I swallow, nibbling on my lip as I get lost in his eyes, and I know everyone in this room can smell me, smell the need on me as I look up at my scowling alpha, because Gods do I want him all over again.
“You don’t lower your head for her, Dove. You don’t lower your head for anyone. She’s nothing compared to you. You belong at my side, not her,” he seethes, only looking away from me long enough to aim a glare so harsh at the woman that even I shiver at the coldness.
She quickly scrambles away, running out of the bar without a backwards glance, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips. Because although her words hurt me, the reality is that she’s afraid of my alpha, despite how much she may want him.
But I’m not.
I’m not afraid of him at all, and he’s mine.
When we get home later, Jeremiah barely lets me speak to the others before he’s dragging me up the stairs and into my room, throwing me on the bed before he covers me completely with his body. He spends the entire night hammering home that he’s mine and I’m his, and by the next morning, not a single doubt is left in my mind about who owns him, body and soul.
Thirty-Two
Emmanuel
Ifind Cozy sitting outside, swishing her feet back and forth in the pool as she stares out over the backyard. The sun shines down on her—making her pretty copper curls shine—and her pale skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat that I want to lick off of her. Slipping my boots and socks off, I walk up behind her and sit, curling myself around her back and wrapping my arms around her as I rest my chin on her shoulder. The way she leans into me, no longer flinching or jumping at a touch that she’s not prepared for, has a purr rumbling deep in my chest with satisfaction and love.
“Hey, you. I thought you were at work until later,” she says, leaning her head back and looking over at me.
“Mm. We finished up early. Jeremiah’s inside taking a shower, but I’m sure he’ll be finding you soon. I wanted some time with you by myself. Wanna go for a swim with me?” I murmur, kissing her neck and liking the way she shivers against me.
“I don’t think I have a bathing suit,” she says, squirming in my hold as my fingers dance lightly across her belly and hips.
“I’m sure we can make do without,” I mumble, nipping her shoulder lightly and liking the little gasp that escapes her and the way she arches into me so beautifully.
“Okay,” she breathes out, and I grin as I grip the hem of her dress where it rests on her thighs and slide it up.
She lifts her hips so I can slide it up over them, raising her arms for me so I can pull it all the way off. I toss the dress to the side, running my hands all along her now exposed skin, appreciating the cute pink bra and panty set with little ducks all over the fabric that she’s in.
Definitely Zeke’s doing.
Her body squirms in response to my touch, a teasing gleam in her eyes, and without warning, she forcefully pushes me away and disappears into the inviting pool. As I playfully narrow my eyes at her, she grins mischievously and spits a mouthful of water in my direction. I quickly stand, pulling my shirt and jeans off, then raise a brow at her.
“That wasn’t very nice, mí amor. Better hope I don’t catch you,” I growl jokingly, backing up to take a running leap as she squeals and giggles, swimming away just before I jump in.
As I wipe the water from my eyes, I see her near the side in the middle of the pool, her chest rising and falling heavily as she clings to the ledge with her gaze fixed on me as I swim closer. Gripping her hips, she lets go of the ledge and grabs hold of my shoulders, wrapping her legs around me.
“Well, you’ve caught me. Now, what will you do for payback?” she asks sweetly, laughter in her tone as her lips twitch.
“Hay muchas cosas que quiero hacerte, mi amor. Ninguno es apropiado para la piscina,” I murmur, finding myself falling into my Spanish more and more when I’m with her now that I know she understands me.
There are many things I want to do to you, my love. None are pool appropriate.
“Y qué pasa si quiero las opciones inapropiadas de todos modos?”
And what if I want the inappropriate options, anyway?
I nearly lose my godsdamn mind when she responds in near perfect Spanish, my cock hardening almost immediately. My answering grin is a touch feral and full of naughty promises that I fully intend to carry out as I reach between us and slip my fingers into her panties, loving the way she gasps and squirms at the slightest touch.
“Luego, llenaré esta piscina con tu esencia y te haré gritar mi nombre hasta que te escuchen adentro.”
Then I will fill this pool with your slick and make you scream my name until they hear you inside.
It’s a promise, one I fully intend to deliver.
And I do.
My fingers run down her body until I reach the band of her panties. I keep my eyes locked with hers as I slip them inside. When I reach her soft, slick lips, I watch as her breath hitches, and I groan as I press her against the wall of the pool. Pressing my middle finger against her entrance, I slowly push it in until the heel of my palm is resting against her clit. My hand grinds against her clit as I curl my finger slightly, letting it rub against her walls and against the soft pad of flesh inside of her. I fuck her with my fingers slowly, adding another finger when she writhes against me, my hard cock throbbing between us.
The little pants and moans that escape her as she rolls her hips, begging for more, have me aching to bury myself inside her, but not yet. Not in the pool. As much as I can’t wait to feel her velvety warmth wrapped around me, squeezing me inside her, I don’t want the first time to be in the pool.
When she comes apart in my arms, her screams of pleasure echoing around us, I catch the others at the sliding door, looking out as I press tender kisses along Cozy’s shoulder with my fingers still buried deep inside her pussy.
We swim for a bit longer once she’s caught her breath, enjoying the lingering sunshine and savoring the rest of our day. When it’s clear she’s getting tired, I help her out, drying her off with a towel someone must have brought out when we weren’t paying attention. As I wrap it around her, I pull her into my arms, rubbing my cheek against hers.
“Mí familia wants to meet you,” I tell her, clearing my throat, and she looks up at me with a smile.
“I’d love to meet them,” she says, reaching up to cup my cheek.
I close my eyes and lean into her touch with a smile and a content purr rumbling in my chest before leaning down and kissing her. After a few more minutes outside, we go in and she’s immediately swept into Jeremiah’s arms with a playful growl. She giggles as he kisses her all over her face and I lean against the island, watching them.
Seeing them together, seeing how he looks at her like she’s his beginning and end, I know if Zeke and I hadn’t stopped Ridge, we’d have lost her. No matter how much it might have hurt her, she wouldn’t have let go of Jeremiah. And he definitely wouldn’t have let her go without a fight.
Their bond goes so much deeper than I think any of us truly realize.
I like him, though. And despite the rocky beginning between the two of them, he and Ridge get along better than I think either of them expected to. We’re starting to feel like a real family now.
Not that we weren’t before, but something about the inclusion of Micah and Jeremiah has made everything feel… complete. We thought the absence of an omega was our issue, but the reality is we weren’t just missing our omega. We were still missing brothers, and now that they’re all here, everything feels right.
When we all sit down for dinner, I wait until everyone’s made their plates before dropping the news that we’ll be going to my parents’ this weekend. The guys love my family, but I know Zeke always feels a little uncomfortable because all the women like to fawn all over him, and my two youngest sisters that recently presented as omegas are the worst about following him around.
“Ye’re sisters wonae be there will they?” he asks with a grimace.
“You know they will be. Mamá has already called everyone that’s close enough. They’re all excited to meet Cozy,” I say with a shrug, looking over at her with a wink and a smile, which she returns. “The twins will leave you alone now that you have Cozy, so things shouldn’t be so bad. You’ll just have to deal with the tías and my abuelas,” I snort, taking a bite of the steak Ridge and Jeremiah cooked for us tonight.
Zeke sighs, and Cozy looks at him quizzically.
“Ah, dinnae get me wrong, love. I adore Manny’s family. His aunts an’ grandmas just like tae dote on me a bit much. An’ his twin sisters, Marisol an’ Ileana have been followin’ me around since the first time I met them. When they presented as omegas, their attentions only got worse. Ye’ll keep the stalker-y omegas away from me, wonae ye, Ducky? ”
Zeke pouts impishly and tries to look helpless as he turns in his seat to look at Cozy, but instead he just looks ridiculous. And yet, our omega still blushes and grins at him, patting his burly chest with her small hand.
“I’ll do my best,” she teases, her eyes sparkling like gems.
Appeased that he won’t be accosted by my sisters, Zeke goes back to eating, and I tell Micah, Cozy, and Jeremiah as much about my family as I can.
“¡Ay, mijo! Estás en casa. ¡Te he extrañado mucho!” my mother exclaims when we walk through the door, rushing to me and gripping my cheeks before kissing me all over the face.
Oh, my son! You’re home. I’ve missed you so much!
I laugh and pull away, and she immediately heads for Zeke and Ridge, giving them the same attention and love as me. When she notices the three newcomers behind us, she gasps and pushes past us to get to them, stopping in front of Cozy first, gripping her hands in hers and kissing her rosy cheeks.
“¡Dios mío! Eres un ángel precioso y hermoso, mija.”
My god! You are a beautiful, precious angel, my child.
“Gracias. Es un placer conocerte,” Cozy responds, telling her it’s nice to meet her, and my mother looks back at me with a beaming smile and raised brows.
“Ah, ¿y ella también habla español?”
Oh, and she speaks Spanish?
“Even more perfect than I imagined,” my mother murmurs, before looking over at Jeremiah and moving to stand in front of him.
It’s almost comical, the way my mother, who’s only slightly taller than Cozy, stands in front of Jeremiah with a stern look on her face. Jeremiah looks uncomfortable and fidgety, a look I’m not used to seeing from him, and I can’t help but grin.
“¡Este se comerá la casa entera! Tell me, do you like arroz con pollo? Tamales? Menudo?”
This one will eat the whole house.
“Ah, yes?” Jeremiah responds, his answer coming out more of a question as he looks over at me in alarm, and my mother hugs him, surprising him even more.
“Bienvenido a casa, mijo.”
Welcome home, son.
I watch as his eyes glisten slightly, though he blinks quickly to hide his reaction, and he hugs her back, despite how uncomfortable I can tell he is. Knowing some of his history now, I realize I should have warned him that my family is… well, they’re a family. They love my pack, and now that Jeremiah, Micah, and Cozy are included in my pack, it means they love them, despite not knowing them yet. My mother is about to show him exactly what it means when your mom is a Latina. She’s going to feed him, dote on him, and call him on his shit if need be. But she’s also going to love him, just like Mama Valley. They’re very similar, which is why they get along so well when they get around each other. He won’t know what to do when that happens.
Micah is grinning when she makes it to him and before she can say a word, he speaks, surprising her even more.
“Resulta que me encanta el arroz con pollo y tamales. Mi mamá me hace arroz con pollo pero con pasteles cuando la visito.”
I happen to love arroz con pollo and tamales. My mom makes me arroz con pollo but with pasteles when I visit her.
“¿Otro? ¿Me traes dos nuevos miembros de tu manada que hablan español, hijo? Estoy impresionado,” she mutters to me before looking back at Micah with a motherly smile. “¿Tu madre es de México?”
Oh! Another one! You bring me two new members of your pack who speak Spanish, son? I’m impressed.
“Puerto Rico. I think you two will be trouble when you meet,” he chuckles, hugging my mother without a thought and making my heart feel full with how easily he takes to her.
Once my mom has met them, she drags us through the house and out to the backyard, where everyone is. The minute we step out, the women converge on Zeke. That is, until they notice Cozy, and then he’s all but forgotten. When Marisol and Ileana notice him, they giggle and make their way over. Until he moves closer to Cozy, despite the older women surrounding her. The minute they see him wrap his arm around her, they pout at each other and set their eyes elsewhere, Zeke all but forgotten to them now that they know he’s spoken for. I can see him visibly deflate before he gives Cozy a kiss on the top of her head and makes his way to me and the others.
