Baby + the Late Night Howlers

by Kathryn Moon

  “Not gonna stop,” Bullet rasped, lifting his head. “Not gonna fuck you yet. Just gonna make a mess of you.”

  His fingers made soft, wicked, wet sounds as they fucked me, and even if it wasn’t his cock, at least he had beautifully proportionate hands that stretched me as they pumped in a sharp, steady rhythm in time with his relentless touch on my clit.

  “Fine. Fine. Kiss,” I begged.

  He grinned and met me as I rolled up for the kiss, arms tangled around his neck, in his hair, hips riding his hands. He purred into my mouth, sucked down every one of my gasping breaths, and worked me with his hands until I was burning with heat and aching for release again.

  “Gonna knot you in a bed, like a decent alpha,” Bullet growled against my lips. “Keep my knot in you all day, making you come for hours, beg, soak my sheets.”

  The match was struck and I dug my nails into his back as I went up in flames, my cries loud in his ear, body bowing into his. His touch softened, guiding me back to a soft landing, his lips pressing kisses to every inch of skin he could find. I was still clutching to his fingers, fluttering with aftershocks, as I collapsed back onto the table. It groaned in sympathy, and my panting breaths were filled with delighted laughter.

  “When will that be, exactly?” I asked. “Just so I can put it on my calendar.”

  Bullet shook his head and stepped back, touch gently retreating and his hand raising up to his lips. He growled as he sucked my flavor off his fingers and I sat up, watching his cock twitch in his pants. There was a large bulge at the top of his length, his knot, and I sucked my teeth in disappointment.

  Alphas were supposed to be wild about knotting an omega. Mine were proving to be far too determined to avoid it.

  “Don’t look at it like that,” Bullet said.

  I grinned and stood, ignoring the way my legs felt ready to collapse. “Like what?”

  “I…dunno. Just like that.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Like an omega who’s wondering how a knot fits in her pussy? Or how hard it’s going to make her come?”

  “Baby,” he growled.

  Ohh, proper name and everything.

  I shrugged. “I know, I know. You’re not fucking me.” His eyes narrowed, and I grinned at him. I started to sink to my knees, watching narrow become wide and startled. He made a move to step back, and I caught his belt loop with my finger before he could. Not that Bullet couldn’t have gotten out of a weak grip like that. He stopped.

  “Kitten,” he said slowly.

  “Alpha,” I said, gazing up at him from the floor. I tilted my head and offered him my sweetest expression. “Please?”

  He leaned away, but not with much seriousness because all I had to do was tug lightly again and he was swaying in my direction. I caught his belt before he could stop me and had it undone in a flash.

  “Kitten, you don’t gotta—“

  “Why on earth would I think I had to?” I asked, grinning at him and flicking open the button of his jeans. “I want to. Wanna get my hands on one even if I can’t get it in me.”

  He laughed at that, and his hands covered his face a moment before combing back all the hair I’d pulled free. He was staring at me. “Fuck. Look at you.”

  “That’s right. Look at me.”

  I smiled up at him and he started to purr again, eyes hooding with interest. Sold, I thought. I unzipped him, and he helped me shimmy his pants and boxers down over his hips. Immediately, like a friendly dog that’d been waiting just inside the door, his cock jumped up, tapping lightly on my chin and leaving a little lick of fluid behind.

  “Aw fuck,” Bullet hissed, eyes squeezing shut, a deep swallow bobbing in his throat. “Kitten, I’m already so close. You smell so good. And fuck, just havin’ you under me. Gettin to watch you come was nearly enough.”

  “Close is fine,” I said, eyeing him up.

  Close was probably for the best because Bullet was way too big to try and suck off for any length of time. Big, and stiff, and swollen with a steady pulse, the red tip of him leaking. At the base, his knot was dark and it jumped against my palm as I wrapped my hand around it. Bullet trembled from head to toe, and he stumbled back against the window ledge, gripping tight to it as I crawled forward to catch him again. This time I gripped him tighter, feeling his heartbeat in the veins pounding in his length, racing.

  “Baby,” he groaned. He whined. “Little harder, kitten.”

  I squeezed, tighter than I would with a beta, and Bullet’s head crashed against the windowpane, fluid leaking from the tip of him. I lapped it up, and his hips bucked forward.

  “Shit. Sorry. Sorry.”

  I soothed at his hip with my other hand. “Don’t be, Bullet. You can move. I’ll go with the flow.” He grunted in agreement but when I leaned in again, sucking him into my mouth, and made an experimental squeeze and tug with my hand around his knot, Bullet didn’t move an inch. He did, however, release a colorful string of curses and praises.

  I let him fall from my mouth, twisted my hair over my shoulder, and then proceeded to lick him end to tip and back again until he was starting to rock and releasing steady groans. I kept my hand tight around his knot, but still, saving it for when I wanted him to finish. I moved my thumb out of the way and sucked softly on the underside of the swollen base, and Bullet’s hands dove into my hair.

  “Fuck, Baby, kitten, I’m gonna burst.”

  “Hold on as long as you can, then tell me,” I said, and I looked up the heaving, gasping length of him to watch him nod, his eyes fixed to my face in open worship.

  I held him in my fist again and then wrapped my lips around him, drawing him into my mouth in slow, steady dives, sucking hard. Bullet groaned continuously, hips twitching closer but resisting the urge to thrust. I took him as far in as I could and then slowly and carefully squeezed my hand tighter around his knot.

  “Shit, yes! Fuck yes, kitten, that’s it. Fuck. Fuck.”

  I resisted the impulse to grin, sucking and tonguing around his length, squeezing and releasing his knot until his fingers tugged at my hair.

  “Kitten, I gotta, aw shit, I—“

  Another time, I would push my limits, take him deeper and let him finish in my mouth, but for today I had a better plan. I pulled off, rising up in a crouch and offering my bare chest, both hands on his length, squeezing and stroking as I stared up at Bullet and watched him fall apart. His eyes went wide, fixed to me, and he moaned as hot streaks of his release hit my skin, up my throat and over my breasts, all the way down to my belly.

  “Fuck. Kitten.” He was still gasping and I held tight to his knot, knowing the longer I kept him in my grip, the more satisfied he’d feel. He crumpled against the windowsill, and his hands slipped out of my hair and onto the paths of sticky fluid tracing my skin. His thumb stroked over my pulse and he rubbed himself into my skin, painting me in tender swirls of his thumb.

  “You like that extra bit?” I asked, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. Cum was dripping down my skin, trickling over the tip of my nipple and cooling, creating a contrast I hadn’t expected to feel so good. It would be a hard choice between this and swallowing next time, now that I’d tried it.

  “You gonna go down to the bar with me like that?” he rasped, eyes liquid blue and dazed as he continued to press his scent into me.

  My nose wrinkled. “Can I clean up a little?” It felt nice now. Dried, I was less certain of.

  “Water, no soap. And we’ll do your buttons back up, of course.”

  I would be coated in his scent. There wouldn’t be an alpha in the building that didn’t know exactly what happened.

  “Deal,” I said.

  Bullet tugged me up to my feet, pulling my hand from his knot and then holding my face in place to accept a deep and lazy kiss that made my toes curl in my shoes.

  “Wicked omega,” he whispered into my cheek. “I’d spank you if I wasn’t so fuckin’ happy you’re mine.”

  I shivered and smiled to myself. “Next time.”
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br />   15

  Baby

  The bar was rowdy as Bullet and I came downstairs, and for a moment no one noticed us. Then Ryan’s head lifted from the end of the bar, his nostrils flared, and his head turned toward us. A purr started up in his throat as his eyes narrowed in an examination of me, lips curling slightly at the corners.

  “Jesus, Bullet,” he muttered. “Nice work.”

  I shared a private, amused smile with Ryan as Bullet puffed up in pride behind me, large hands on my shoulders. “Just taking care of our girl,” Bullet said.

  Ryan snorted and next to him at the bar Tom shook his head. “Gettin’ a whiff you might’ve been the one taken care of.”

  Bullet growled and one of his hands on my shoulder turned up to flip off his pack members. He bent and his cheek nuzzled against my ear. He pointed over to Brody on the stool by the entrance hall. “Red’s handlin’ the door tonight, so I’m free. You wanna see any of the guys or stick with me?”

  I leaned back into his touch to see the slightly hopeful twist of his lips. “Stick with you,” I said. I was still riding the high of our time upstairs and in the mood for a good cuddle.

  Bullet purred and an arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me to his broad chest with my feet dangling. He headed to the corner booth where I’d first seen him, his lips pressed to my ear. “Gonna sit you down in my lap with my hand up that cute skirt of yours. Get you off over and over again until a fight breaks out.” He grinned, and I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. It wasn’t as though the same thing wasn’t going on in some of the other booths. Roger had one of the sweeties in his lap, but I was pretty sure he had more than his fingers up her skirt.

  “No fights,” I bargained. “And maybe a nap included?”

  Bullet’s wicked grin softened, but before we reached the booth a commotion at the front hall caught his attention. He set me down on my toes as Brody rose up from his barstool and Jonah stood from his spot at a table with Tornado, the whole group of them blocking the entrance to the main room. Bullet tugged me behind his bulk and I got a brief glimpse of his jaw hardening and eyes narrowing, expression sharpening into a different man than the one who’d melted under my touch.

  I leaned around his side, following on his heels, and saw three figures barred from entering by Jonah and Brody.

  “Baby, stay back,” Bullet murmured.

  But it was too late. I rose on my tiptoes and saw dark roots and purple hair, sandwiched between two unfamiliar men in leather jackets. Lola.

  “Lola!”

  She peeked past Seth, her smile breaking out as she waved to me. “Hey, babe.”

  I was too fast for Bullet, or maybe he was too surprised to catch me, and my alphas ahead stepped aside for Lola, letting her charge forward. We met in the middle with a crash of limbs and giggles, arms tangling around each other. My eyes were squeezed shut and I took a deep breath, waiting for the familiarity of my friend to wrap around me, when my throat tangled around the sticky charr of burning marshmallows. I coughed, eyes popping open, and saw Jonah’s jaw ticking and his arms crossed over his chest, hands clenched tight.

  Lola smelled like alpha.

  “Damn girl, you’re really rolling in some pheromones,” Lola laughed into my hair.

  “I am? Girl, you are!” I answered, leaning back. I went to pull her back into my hug and she leaned away, prying me loose from around her shoulders. Her smile wobbled as she nodded in answer.

  “Go on, hug your friend,” one of the stranger alphas called to us. “Cuddle up.”

  All around us, snarls choked in throats. Lola stiffened and escaped from my arms as I stared between alphas. They wanted her to take my scent and… and Lola did not. Jonah took a step forward, and I shook my head at him briefly, relieved when he stopped himself.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  Lola’s shoulders rolled, shaking off my touch. I forced myself to not reach for her, wanting my friend back, even if she did smell like unappetizing alpha.

  “I hadn’t heard from you and I wanted to make sure you were okay, babe,” she said softly, smile weak. God, she was right. I was a shit friend. “Buzz said there was news an MC had just gotten a new omega from the Center, I figured it had to be you.”

  ‘Buzz’ must’ve been one of the men she’d walked in with. I wondered if it was the tall, gangly one with greased back blond hair and tattooed wings wrapping around his throat. I thought he might’ve been the one I’d snuck past with Seth that night at the Devil’s Noose. He grinned at Lola and winked at me, speaking out of the corner of his mouth to my alphas.

  “Figured now’n we has a truce, might be good to give the girls a visit. Showgirl, why don’t you ask your friend to show you her nest? I know you wanna see it.”

  Lola’s cheeks flushed, but her eyes avoided mine and I got the pretty clear picture that she did not want to see my nest. At least not on Buzz’s orders. My alphas looked to be about two seconds away from completely losing their shit and barking at her, but it wasn’t her fault. I would’ve taken Lola up to my nest, if only for a chance to talk to her alone, but I had a feeling no one but the strangers would take that well.

  “Let’s wait a while for that,” I said, shrugging and trying to catch Lola’s eye. When I stepped toward her she flinched and my heart ached. I retreated to the security of Bullet’s chest, taking his tense arms and crossing them in front of me. “The heat makes me kind of territorial about my space,” I said.

  Lola hummed and nodded, shoulders relaxing. It was a bullshit excuse but it sounded like something an omega would say, and Lola flashed me a brief and faint smile. I ran my hands up and down Bullet’s arms and looked to Jonah, unsure of how to communicate while we had two rival MC members and my beta friend between us.

  He nodded once and stepped back. “Come have a seat,” he said, voice low but in imitation of being relaxed. He jerked his head at the bar where Seth and more of my pack were watching. In fact, there wasn’t anyone in the bar that wasn’t keeping their eye on the exchange. As tense as my alphas were, there was no way the two strangers stood any chance of making a move without getting their asses kicked by my pack if that’s what they were here for.

  “Boss, should I…” Bullet trailed off behind me and Jonah shook his head, eyes glancing at me.

  “Baby would miss you,” Jonah murmured, a silent exchange taking place over my head. Buzz and the other man watched us with careful eyes, and my stomach turned as they caught Lola’s elbows between them. I had a million questions I wanted answers to, but it was obviously not the time to be asking them, which left me in an uncomfortable and murky confusion.

  Jonah stepped toward the corner booth, and I grabbed his hand before he could pass me, forcing him to pause. His eyes tracked my movements as I raised his hand to my cheek, pressing my face into his palm, moving it down my throat to my shoulder, twisting my own hand in his and circling his fingers around my wrist. As quickly and subtly as I could, I replaced any lingering effects of Lola’s touch with my alpha’s mark. Jonah remained tense, but warmth filled his gaze and there was a whisper of a purr between us. He squeezed once and then released my hand and turned, Bullet and I following his lead.

  Bullet tugged me on to his lap next to Jonah, facing Lola and the two alphas with her. One, Buzz the charred marshmallow, had his eyes so firmly glued to me it left me with the urge to curl into Bullet’s chest and hide. Which was deeply irritating. The other wore a rumpled and thin leather jacket with ‘Indy’ patched on the front. His head was shaved, eyes ice blue and skin pale, and he kept his hand cupped over the back of Lola’s neck in a possessive clamp that forced her stare to the table. He smelled strongly of sharp pine. Both bikers had thin rope around their neck, knotted over their throats like a noose.

  “How… how have you been, babe?” Lola asked. She made a move to lean forward, but Indy’s fingers squeezed slightly and she sunk against him.

  Around us the bar shifted, pack members rearranging themselves at tables, f
inding closer spots to the booth, enclosing us. There wasn’t a single sweetie on any of my alpha’s laps now, but they didn’t leave either, simply took their own chairs and pretended they weren’t feeling the sharp edge of alpha pheromones clashing in conflict.

  “I… I’ve been good,” I said, finding a smile for Lola and wishing she looked up to see it. I’d been great, amazing even, but I couldn’t say that when she looked miserable and trapped. “How have you been?”

  “Oh, your girl here has been so good,” Indy purred. “Found herself a pack too, didn’t you, showgirl? She’s just waitin’ for one of us to bite her, I bet.”

  My mouth tasted like acid. Lola shuddered, and I wasn’t sure if she nodded of her own accord or if Indy forced the jerking movement of her head.

  “Wow,” I managed, and Bullet’s rough jaw skimmed over my shoulder, his chest vibrating with a silent purr to soothe me.

  Lola fought the grip on her neck, raising her eyes to mine, wide and pleading. “Tell me about the courting gifts, babe,” she said.

  Talk. Talk and distract them. Act like this is normal. I wanted to heave my guts out. I wanted to leap across the table and claw these alpha’s eyes. Or snatch Lola from them and cradle her to me.

  Emmy reached the table with a tray of glasses, standing at Bullet’s side and setting drinks down in front of us. Finally, Buzz’s attention was drawn away from me as he eyed up Emmy’s skyscraper legs in her black stockings and ragged shorts.

  “I umm…” I rattled off a few of the things I’d received, my hands searching out Bullet’s and Jonah’s under the cover of the table for support. Bullet held on tight and Jonah circled his thumb over my rapid pulse, his knees spreading until they bumped my own. I stopped as I thought about Bullet’s gun safety lesson, not certain I could talk about them without telegraphing with my stare that I wanted to shoot the two alphas across the booth from me. “Some things are personal too,” I said instead, leaning back against my alpha.