by Alexa Riley
I hit the vent hard, knocking it loose, before I jump out and land on the floor. “You left me no choice,” I say, but she’s already throwing herself into my arms.
“Shut up, I don’t care.”
She grabs my face, pulling me into a long overdue kiss. I growl into her mouth, letting her sweetness wrap around me. It cools the rage that’s been building since I’ve been without her. She feels so good in my arms again.
Minnie’s hands are all over me and I fucking love how much need she has for me right now, too. Her urgency matches my own.
She climbs on top of me, making me smile for the first time since she left my side. I love it when she’s aggressive in her want for me. Fuck. I love her so damn much. My hands are shaking. With her legs wrapped around me, I cup her sweet ass and hold her tightly to me, never wanting to let her go again.
We attack each other with a crazed hunger. We’ve been starved for three whole days. Time was irrelevant before I found her, now I don’t want to spend any amount of time without her. Every second that my dick is not inside her is a moment wasted.
I’ve never understood the protective alpha male, but she’s brought it out in me. Now I’ve got it. It’s not brute dominance, it’s about not letting anything or anyone get between her and me.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” I tell her.
“Good,” she responds, breathless between kisses across my chest, passionate kisses with teeth. “I haven’t slept in days, all I think about is getting back to you. They made me stay, I couldn’t leave.”
“I need us skin to skin, princess.”
She smiles, pausing for a moment to strip off her pajama top, revealing her full breasts, nipples already hard for me. I can’t keep from touching them, bringing my mouth over them and sucking, nibbling, making her moan. Her little noises and her fingers through my hair make cum leak from my cock.
Her scent is a little different, but I can’t concentrate on that. “I need inside you. Now.”
“Yes, please, Owen. I need that, too. So bad,” she begs.
“Princess, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling the shape of my cock in your pussy for days. My mark is going to be branded on you.”
“Please…” she begs again, stroking my cock with her soft hand and thrusting it against her pajama pants.
I’ve been holding on tightly to my control, but she’s asking me to take her and I can’t wait any longer. I pin her to the bed and rip her pants down her legs. Thank god she isn’t wearing panties. I can barely take the time to let the sight of her body wash over me. She’s wet and ready and in desperate need of my dick.
Minnie’s nimble legs wrap around me and I surge into her deep, filling her completely. I need us connected in the most basic, primal way, and I groan when I feel our connection is finally complete. Her pussy is my happy place, soft and warm. She’s the perfect tight fit and all for me. The only woman I’ve ever touched or will ever touch again.
“Baby, you feel even tighter than last time,” I grunt out.
“Because it feels like a million years since you touched me. Is it too tight?” Her sweet innocent words almost have me cumming on the spot.
“Yes, but I’ll suffer through it,” I say, winking at her and then kissing her lips. God, I’ve missed her taste.
A sweet smile crosses her face when I stroke in and out with my cock. Fuck, I love being able to make her feel as good as she makes me feel. I’m in ecstasy just knowing I’m the only one to make her feel this way. I’ll keep her this way forever.
She clenches her thighs around me. “You want it hard and deep, don’t you, sparrow?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Say it.”
A flush of pink appears on her skin. She isn’t used to talking dirty. It’s rare in the world we live in now.
“Deep and hard. Give it to me.” Her eyes lock on mine.
I don’t have much choice, I’ll always give her what she asks for. I thrust into her hard, stretching out that tight little pussy for my cock. It’s just for me. She flexes her cunt around me as I ride her. So forcefully I have to keep us from sliding off the edge of the bed.
The tightening of her thighs inches me closer to climax, and so do her nails raking down my back. I move faster for her, but it seems to only increase her need. We’re making each other crazed with lust.
“I love you, sparrow. You know that, right?” I have to tell her. I should have told her that first night we were together. What if I hadn’t reached her? What if something had happened to her? I want her to always know I love her. To never doubt it for a second.
“Yes, I love you, Owen.” She presses herself closer and moves with me.
“Shit, I love hearing my name in your mouth. Don’t ever leave me like that again,” I demand, inhaling the scent of her damp hair.
“I don’t ever want to be away from you again,” she responds instantly, punctuating her comment with a bite to my nipple that drives me straight to the edge.
“Fuck,” I growl as I thrust harder and hold her tighter to me.
Her back arches and her legs squeeze my waist as her pussy tightens even more. “I’m cumming, Owen,” she gasps just as her breath catches and she cries out.
I put my hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds, and hold my mouth against her neck so I keep my own climax silent. I want to roar like a lion as I empty inside her, the pulses of her pussy milking my cock dry.
We both hold on tight as the waves of pleasure wash over us, and then our bodies begin to calm. We lie there wrapped around each other, our breathing heavy.
“Why didn’t you come home after work yesterday?” I finally ask when I get my breathing under control.
Minnie grimaces then looks away from me before finally saying, “They moved up my wedding.”
I let out a deep sigh and calm the anger that just rolled over me. Even though I know I won't be letting the wedding happen, the thought of her marrying another still sets me off.
“When is it?”
“Saturday. So they’re keeping me here to plan the wedding. And to keep an eye on me so I don’t run away.”
I hear the worry in her voice. I stroke her hair trying to calm her and myself. I can still tell something else is bothering her. The wedding is a big deal, but we always knew we were going to have to get her out of that.
“Hey, what’s really going on with you?” I ask, tilting her chin up so she has to look into my eyes.
She smiles. “Nothing, I’m just so happy you’re here. I need you again.”
Hearing her talk like this makes my dick come back to life. I want to bury my face between her thighs and drown in her little moans of pleasure.
“I love you. I hate that it took being away from me for three days for you to realize how much you want me. But I’m glad you finally do.”
Minnie blushes again. God, it’s so fucking cute and hot when she does that. How in the fuck did I get so lucky?
“First, I need some time with these lovely tits of yours.”
The pale mounds fit perfectly in my hands. She turns toward me and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but they look slightly plumper and even perkier than before. I need to suckle them. I alternate between each nipple, my lips and teeth play with one, my thumb strokes and teases the other. She makes little noises that have my cock leaking cum all over the both of us.
I cover the closest breast with my mouth and give it attention before I move on to the other. She moans and runs her fingers through my hair. I adore her whole body, and I love her responses to my mouth and my hands.
“Owen.” She wiggles and I know she needs more.
“I got you, princess,” I reassure her. I’ll give her what she needs.
I pull her to the edge of the bed and lower her down so she’s on her back with her feet on the floor. Kneeling between her thighs, I spread her wide with my hands before sliding them under her ass and gripping her.
I breathe her in and nu
zzle her sweet pussy before I open my mouth over her clit and tease it with my tongue. I taste her sweet juices, making her moan and writhe against my face. I have to lock my hands on her hips to keep her in place. But still I can tell something is different. There’s a sweetness there that isn’t the same as before. I thought maybe it was because we’d been apart, but now I’m sure.
“Owen, why did you stop?” she asks, out of breath and trying to thrust her hips up.
“You taste different.” I take a long lick of her, making her moan when my tongue drags across her clit.
She looks down at me, her eyes half closed and confused. “Different how?” She bites her lip.
I spread her pussy lips, licking her more. “Not bad. Good. Really fucking good.”
“Don’t stop,” she begs as she falls back on the bed. “Please, keep going. You’re killing me.”
“No.” I stare up at her.
“What? Why?” Her words come out as a cry as she leans up to look down at me.
“Because you’re going to tell me what’s going on with you. You’re in seclusion. They bumped up your wedding. You’re horny as hell. You even taste different. Tell me the truth.”
Her face flushes. She has a secret and I know what it is. I have a feeling, but it’s her secret and I need her to say it.
“Owen, I'm pregnant,” she says quickly.
I smile. “I know, princess.”
“And it’s yours,” she adds.
“Fuck yes, it is,” I bark.
“You’re not upset?”
I let out a laugh. “How could I be upset? I’ve been wanting to put a baby in that body of yours since I found you again.”
Her eyes soften. “Come up here so I can hug you.”
“Nuh-uh.” I shake my head, licking my lips.
“Why not?”
“Because first I need to make you cum so hard you forget why you were ever worried about telling me the truth.”
I drink her in deeply, and though I loved her sweetness before, now it’s so much more. That’s good because I’ve got plans to be between her legs a lot in the next nine months. Knowing my baby is inside her makes me horny as hell. As if I didn't come a few minutes ago.
No asshat chosen by the Regime is going to get at my woman. They might be arranging her wedding, but there will be no wedding unless it’s to me. Hers is the only sweetness I’ve ever known in life and I will never let that go.
I tell her all my promises of forever between my licks and sucks of her pussy.
“I’m going to take care of you and our baby. We’re going to be a family, and I’ll get you out of here. You don’t need to worry. I’ll handle everything.”
I finish her off with my mouth, diving in with my tongue and licking her G-spot. She trembles, and when her sweetness comes, it’s better than anything I’ve ever tasted before. Fuck, I really, really love the changes happening to her body.
Pregnancy is going to be super fun for the both of us. I plan on enjoying every second.
“I love you, my little sparrow.”
“Love you, too,” she responds, making my chest tighten. A feeling like nothing I’ve ever felt wraps around me. Her softness to my hardness. Together we are whole.
Chapter Fifteen
Minnie
We definitely need a plan.
Owen walks me through his idea while we shower together. The water streams down over his face and it makes his dark eyes appear even larger and more serious. I can tell his mood is shifting. He’s sliding into battle mode.
“How much longer can we hide in your room together until they wonder what’s going on and come to check on you?”
“We’re fine until the wedding planner comes. Which is tomorrow.” I let out a sigh thinking about it. The only wedding I want to plan is mine and Owen’s.
“Don’t they need to feed you or something?” he growls. His hand goes to my belly. “You’re pregnant.”
“I’m grieving, remember? They’ll leave me alone and have my food delivered from the commissary.”
“Minnie, I think we should leave now while we have the chance. We can wait until it’s dark again, we can sneak out and go back through the tunnel.” He strokes my cheek as he says it.
“It’s too risky. They’re watching me closely, which is why I don’t want to leave the room. If they see you, they’ll take you. And if they find out who you really are, the leader of the Insurgence, they will definitely kill the three of us,” I plead with him. I can’t lose him. I already lost my mom to them, and I could lose him and our baby, too.
He holds my face and kisses my forehead. “I won’t let that happen.”
Finally we come to an agreement on the escape plan after thirty minutes of going back and forth. We’ll wait until after the meeting with the wedding planner, just to make sure the Regime doesn't suspect that I’m going to resist getting married. Maybe they’ll let their guard down a little more.
The following day, after getting Owen back under control when he realizes I’ll have to go over to the hospital to meet with the wedding planner instead of her coming to my dorm, I head to a hospital conference room. It feels about a mile away through the winding hallways, twisting, ornate staircases, and covered walkways that connect all of the hospital’s many properties downtown. Once I reach the conference room in the administration building, I’m greeted with coffee and croissants. There’s a cheese plate, cake samples and champagne. The table is decorated with lace swatches, shoes, and fabrics. A tiny, black-haired, bird-like woman in a navy pantsuit holds a digital tablet the size of her abdomen in her hand.
“I’m Ginger, the wedding planner. You must be Wilhelmina.”
“Please, call me Minnie. What’s all this?” I try to look interested but not too excited. I don’t want to oversell the idea that I might be coming around to having an arranged marriage. Protest too much or too little and I might arouse suspicion.
Ginger looks surprised. “All the intricate parts of a wedding ceremony, of course! Have you never been to one, dear?”
I look around the room and can hardly believe all the decisions I’m going to have to make for a sham wedding. I take a breath and steel myself.
I try my best to pretend while I pick different things. It’s crazy, all the extra measures the Regime is taking for this wedding. They’re spending so much on stupid stuff when others are starving on the other side of the wall. It makes me sick and angry.
“Bold choices, I love your style.” Ginger happy-claps as if this were her wedding.
“Now, I’m talking about lots and lots and lots of tulle. Like, so much tulle, I won’t be able to fit through the doorway,” I add, fighting an eye roll.
“My dear, as I said before, when the Regime arranges a wedding, you get exactly what you want.”
“I know I shouldn’t question it, but this is so bizarre and twisted to me.”
Ginger hesitates, looking around the room, then leans forward and whispers conspiratorially, “Two things. One, this will be a special live television event. Every scholarship wedding is televised, you know. Any time a non-elite is matched with an elite and it’s actually sanctioned by the government, it’s an opportunity for The Leader to gain favor with people. It gives people hope. It’s an act of benevolence, to win the hearts and minds of the public. The second reason, these will be the last choices you may ever get in life, depending on the kind of husband they stick you with.”
I don’t point out that this is some very big talk for someone working for the Regime. Is this woman for real? Is she trying to gain my trust, or just stating facts? More importantly, there are going to be cameras there? That sparks an idea.
“Guest list?” Ginger asks.
I don’t have any friends or family to speak of. Who would I invite? I ramble off random important people in the Regime. Ginger takes down the list but makes no promises.
Better put some cake in my mouth before I say something I regret. I shove the sample carrot cake into my mouth and
realize just how hungry I am after all that delicious, secret sex I’ve been having. The chocolate hazelnut cake and the lemon raspberry are the next cakes to go down the hatch, and I speak with my mouth full while finishing up the wedding plans as quick as I can.
I need to get back to Owen to let him know about the new wedding plans.
Chapter Sixteen
Minnie
I lick my lips, still feeling Owen’s mouth from this morning. I can't wait for this to be over. We knew this had to be done. It’s the only way for me to truly be free.
I stand there as the wedding planner runs around doing everything that I requested for the event. I feel bad for her working so hard for something that’s about to be blown to hell. I don't just mean figuratively, either.
“Come, come.” The planner rushes me out of the room and down a hall. We’re outside the event, and I pause when I see Ryan, the man I’m supposed to be marrying. Our eyes lock. The planner grabs me by the arm, but I break her hold and keep moving towards him.
I can tell from the set of his jaw he doesn't want to be here any more than I do. When I reach him, he gives me a smile that doesn't meet his eyes.
“I can’t do this,” he says, catching me off guard. I don’t know if I can trust him, but this would be so much easier if he came along easily.
“You’re in love with someone, aren't you?” Now it's him who’s caught off guard. “Me, too.” His body relaxes at my words.
“You can come with me, but you can never come back. You’ll be leaving this life behind,” I offer.
I know what it’s like to love and have the Regime try and take it away from you. Then to force something on you that you don’t want. I know Owen is probably going to be pissed at me for doing this, but I can't stop myself from offering him an escape and a way to get out of this marriage. To be free.
He nods. I don't know how much I can trust him, but we’ll deal with that after. I grab his hand and start to pull him with me. People begin trickling into the room and taking their seats. I see the cameras on us, but God knows what they’re broadcasting.