8. Whispers In The Kitchen

WHISPERS IN THE KITCHEN

The steam from the hot water rose in lazy curls around my hands as I scrubbed the breakfast dishes, the rough sponge scraping against the porcelain plates.

My mind wandered back to the Alpha's chamber, to the way Thorne's massive cock had stretched me wide, pounding relentlessly until I shattered beneath him.

The ache between my thighs lingered, a delicious reminder of his claim, mingled with the sticky remnants of his cum that I had wiped from my stomach before slipping away. Elowen's words echoed in my head, swear it, no one can know you've been touched by him. I'd nodded, breathless and loyal, sealing the secret with a vow.

A soft creak at the door pulled me from my reverie. I turned, water dripping from my fingers, and smiled when I saw Garrick leaning against the frame, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. His dark eyes fixed on me, intense as always, the faint scar along his jaw catching the morning light filtering through the small window.

“I heard you have been touched by the Alpha,” he said, his voice low and edged with suspicion. “He usually only ruins Omegas for the mating ceremony.”

“What?” I blurted, my heart stuttering in my chest. “Who told you that?”

No one must know about it, I thought frantically, the Luna's command burning in my mind like a brand. She made me swear, on my life, my loyalty. If word spreads...

Garrick pushed off the doorframe and strode in, his boots thudding softly on the stone floor. He closed the distance in three long steps, his hand shooting out to grab my arm, fingers wrapping around my wrist with unyielding strength.

Water splashed onto the counter as he yanked me closer, his face inches from mine.

“Do not lie to me,” he growled, his breath warm against my skin. “As a bodyguard here, news travels fast. So tell me the truth right now.”

I swallowed hard, meeting his gaze with what I hoped was steady resolve. “The truth is I didn't. I only walked in on them fucking and I apologized for it.”

He stared at me, eyes narrowing, clearly not buying a word. The air between us thickened, charged with his doubt and my desperation to deflect. Before he could press further, I surged forward, crashing my lips against his in a sudden, fierce kiss.

At first, he stiffened, his body rigid as stone, lips unmoving under mine. Panic flickered through me, had I misjudged? but then he relented, leaning into it with a hungry edge.

His free hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head as his tongue invaded my mouth, claiming the kiss with rough urgency. The taste of him, salt and smoke, flooded my senses, and I melted against his chest.

His hand roamed down my side, tracing the curve of my waist before cupping my ass through the thin fabric of my dress. He squeezed hard, pulling me flush against him, the hard line of his arousal pressing into my belly.

A low groan rumbled from his throat, vibrating into the kiss as he ground against me.

Emboldened, I broke away just enough to drop to my knees on the cool kitchen floor, my hands fumbling with the ties of his pants. The rough wool parted under my fingers, and I tugged them down, freeing his cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy, already half-hard from our kiss, the tip glistening with a bead of precum.

“What the hell are you doing?” Garrick rasped, his voice strained, one hand hovering as if unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer.

I looked up at him, my eyes locking onto his as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, feeling it twitch and thicken in my grip. “Proving to you that I am all yours.”

Without another word, I leaned in, parting my lips to take him into my mouth. The salty tang of his skin hit my tongue as I sucked, hollowing my cheeks and sliding down slowly, inch by inch.

He was girthy, stretching my jaw, but I worked him deeper, my tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock, tracing the pulsing vein. Garrick's hand came down to fist my hair, not guiding but holding, a sharp intake of breath escaping him as I bobbed my head, sucking with wet, eager pulls.

The kitchen faded around us the dishes forgotten, the steam dissipating as I focused on him, on the way his hips jerked forward involuntarily, feeding more of his length into my throat. My core clenched with fresh heat, the secret of the Alpha's touch fueling my need to bind Garrick to me, to erase any doubt with the slick slide of my mouth on his cock.

“Someone might walk in on us,” Garrick muttered, his voice rough and breathless, eyes darting toward the door. “This is dangerous.”

I pulled back just enough to speak, my lips brushing the slick head of his cock, feeling it throb against my breath. “I know danger turns you on even more. I can feel it in how hard you are right now.”

His shaft pulsed in my hand, fully rigid now, veins standing out as I stroked him once before diving back in. I engulfed him again, sucking harder, my head moving in a steady rhythm, saliva coating his length and dripping down to his balls.

I glanced up through my lashes, catching him staring at the door, then back at me, his free hand raking through his hair in frustration. A deep groan tore from his chest, his body tense as he warred between the ecstasy ripping through him and the fear of interruption.

I smirked around his cock, the vibration making him buck, and redoubled my efforts. My tongue swirled over the sensitive underside, then I took him deep, gagging slightly as the tip hit the back of my throat.

His grip tightened in my hair, hips thrusting shallowly now, chasing the release I was determined to give him.

Suddenly, he groaned deeply, a guttural sound that echoed off the stone walls, and his cock swelled in my mouth.

Hot spurts of cum flooded my tongue, thick and salty, filling my mouth as he came hard. I held still, swallowing what I could, but the volume overwhelmed me.

I pulled off with a gasp, scrambling to my feet and rushing to the trash bin in the corner. I spat his load into it, the warm fluid hitting the scraps with a soft splatter, then wiped my lips with the back of my hand.

Turning back, I flashed him a wicked smile, my cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

Garrick stared at me, pants still around his thighs, his cock softening and glistening. “You are fucking crazy”  he said, shaking his head, but a grin tugged at his mouth as he stepped forward, closing the gap.

He grabbed my waist and kissed me fiercely, his tongue delving in without hesitation, tasting himself on me. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck, the danger still humming in the air like electricity.

“But you love it,” I whispered against his lips, nipping at his lower one.