Chapter 55: Protective Measures
Kayden
The words he muttered sent shivers down my spine, and it got me questioning myself.
Would he really mark me if he found out I was an Omega? Would he accept me?
"What’s wrong?" Rhys questioned, caressing my face.
I wished I could see his face, to see the way he looked at me. Was it out of desire or just pure lust? I was dying to know.
"Do you want this?" He trailed his finger down my face to my throat and stopped at my Adam’s apple.
"Tell me, softie. If you don’t want me, I would gladly leave you, but I will be disappointed since all..." he leaned closer again, sucking on my neck. "I have been thinking about it for two days was wondering how I was going to fuck you." He gripped my ass again. "Tell me." His mouth left my neck, licking all the way to my ear and nibbling on it.
I moaned out loud, placing a hand on his shoulder; my legs were squirming on the floor. "I..."
"Say it, Kayden," he kissed me on the neck again.
I tilted my head for the umpteenth time, my eyes rolling backwards. I grabbed his jacket and tightened my grip on it. "You..."
"Stop stuttering, Kayden. I’ll count to five, and if you don’t answer me, I will let you go. 1, 2, 3..."
"Of course I want you!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the rink. When I realized what I had done, I clamped a hand over my mouth.
Rhys chuckled. "No one is here anymore. They already left, and it’s just us."
I let out a groan and playfully slapped his shoulders, then cleared my throat as I spoke up again. "I want you, Rhys, but if we are doing this, there would be no knotting."
"No knotting?" Rhys asked, his tone giving away the disappointment. He pulled away from me for a moment and let out a sigh. "Why can’t I knot you? And I..."
"It’s just..." I paused.
What the hell was I even going to say? What lies would I tell him again?
Rhys placed a hand on my chin, raising my head to face him. "Is this about your condition? The one you said is affecting you?" he asked.
My condition? If I didn’t know what he was talking about, I would have said he knew about my identity, but it was different. He was referring to the lie I had told him.
"Yes," I answered. "I just want..."
Rhys chuckled and let go of my chin. He took two steps backwards and, through his silhouette, I saw him pick up his bag from the ground. "I already knew something like this would happen. Since you seemed hesitant last time when I wanted to knot you, I thought I’d respect your opinion—at least until your condition is gone," he said, rummaging through his bag.
I wondered what was going on and just watched his silhouette as he rummaged through the bag until he stood up again and then placed something in my hand.
"What is this?" I asked as I felt the flat and round foil in my hand, and then, without asking more questions, I already knew what it was. "Condoms? You bought Alpha condoms?"
Rhys said nothing as he was busy stripping off his clothes until he was stark naked in front of me. "I want you to be comfortable having sex with me."
"Oh," was the only response I gave because I didn’t expect that Rhys would be considerate enough to care about using a condom for me.
"And," he crouched down, rummaging through his bag again. "I bought lube because I know you might not have one."
There was no need to bring any, I wanted to say aloud, because I was already dripping with slick much wetter and sweeter than any lubricant.
"So, is there any other reason why I wouldn’t be fucking you tonight?" he questioned, standing up.
I was lost for words, unable to say anything. I was confused about my feelings for him.
The way he showed he cared, the way he had opened up to me, the way he apologized—it was all confusing me and making my insides swell up with happiness.
Butterflies. I felt them for the first time. It was those crazy emotions that sent my heart racing and my insides screaming with excitement because I felt something much more for Rhys.
It wasn’t just "like" anymore. This—the one thing I feared—was exactly what I was feeling for him.
"Hey," Rhys snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Are you alright?"
I blinked and nodded. "Yes, Rhys. I..."
"Strip," he cut me off. His words came out as a command, telling me he was already getting serious.
I nodded, handed the condom over to him, and started stripping, starting from my jacket to my pants until I was bare in front of him.
"I can’t see you, but I know you are beautiful." Rhys stretched his hand toward me and wrapped it around me.
Then, gently, he raised my legs with one hand and dropped to his knees. "So let’s find out how much this hole missed me," he chuckled lightly. I felt his mouth on my inner thighs as he kissed them slowly, and then I felt his teeth graze my balls.
I grabbed his hair and groaned out his name. "Rhys!" I slammed my other hand on the wall. "Oh goodness," I panted as he sucked hard on my cock. "Oh goodness!"
More screams came out of my mouth as he swallowed me whole, then pulled away and gripped my ass. He lowered my leg and then turned me around. I placed my hands on the wall, my head rolling backward when I felt his teeth grazing my ass. He bit on it and then slapped my butt cheeks.
"So round and soft," he muttered in between the bites. "And goodness, you smell so good. Your orchid scent is the sweetest smell ever."
Right. I smelled good because my emotions were on the edge, causing more of my orchid scent to be released into the air. I had to, or else he would have smelled the slick on me.
"Beautiful ass," Rhys said, slapping my butt. Then I felt him pull away again.
I turned back, but he was back again, and I felt the wetness of his hand inside me. His hand was filled with lubricant, overpowering the natural slick my body already produced. Then I felt a finger inside me, followed by another, then another, expanding me.
I scratched my nails against the wall, moaning. My legs shook terribly, but Rhys held them firmly, keeping me in place.
With every thrust of his fingers stretching me, I found myself submitting to his touch, waiting patiently for him to fill me up again.
"Now I am going to take you, but make sure you hold your screams in—or you can just bite on my shoulders if you can’t."
I had no idea what he meant. "What..."
Rhys cut me off with a kiss on my lips, then turned me around and placed me on the ice.
I gasped as I felt the cold press against my back, but it faded as quickly as it came when his body heat met mine.
He placed one hand above my head, and then I heard the tearing of the condom. I watched his silhouette as he fixed it on his cock, then leaned down over my body, positioning himself in between my legs, and slowly thrust in.
I gasped, almost moaning out loud, then remembered what he said. Biting onto his neck was another kind of bond that should only be done by those who were truly bonded, not us who were just fooling around. Instead, I just clamped a hand over my mouth, biting hard into my palm.
Rhys raised both my legs, placing them on his shoulders as he quickened his pace.
Then I felt the whole length of him inside me, stretching me even more. I bit down on my palm, but that wasn’t enough to stop the moaning.
My voice echoed through the rink while I placed my hand on the ice, scratching my fingers slowly downward, making a straight line on the ice.
I felt him everywhere, and it had me rolling my eyes backwards as the pleasure exploded in me.