Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Overdue
The car stops.
I’m still staring at my hands when the door opens, cool evening air replacing the sealed quiet of the backseat. Bael steps out first.
Then his hand appears in the gap.
Open. Waiting.
I look at it for a second longer than I should before taking it.
His fingers close around mine immediately, warm and certain, and he guides me out of the car with the same unhurried composure he does everything. Like holding my hand is something he has always done and simply chose not to until now.
I don’t say anything yet.
We walk through the entrance, past Mrs. Wen who appears briefly in the hallway, takes one look at us, and somehow finds something urgent to attend to in a completely different part of the house. The door closes behind us.
Bael keeps walking.
Still holding my hand.
I follow because my feet are following before my brain approves the decision, and after a moment I realize we’ve turned the wrong way. Not toward my room, not toward the study or the sitting room or anywhere in the direction I’ve been navigating for weeks now.
"Bael."
He doesn’t respond.
"This isn’t—"
"I know."
Still walking.
His grip hasn’t loosened. If anything it’s slightly firmer, his thumb pressed against the back of my hand in a way that makes it difficult to think clearly, which is deeply inconvenient because I need to be thinking clearly right now.
"Where are you taking me?"
He still doesn’t answer.
We reach the door.
*Our* door.
The one I stopped opening a month ago. The room I told myself I didn’t miss, that I’d adjusted to leaving, that the distance was good and necessary and the right decision.
The room that I have absolutely no intention of—
Bael opens it and pulls me inside.
The light is low, early evening coming through the curtains, familiar shadows in familiar places. The scent of the room hits me first, his and mine both still layered into it somehow, weeks apart not enough to fully separate them.
My heart does something I refuse to acknowledge.
I open my mouth to say something reasonable.
Then my back meets the door.
The sound is soft, controlled... he doesn’t slam me into it, just presses me there in one smooth motion, his body following immediately after, and suddenly there’s nowhere to look except directly at him.
His face is very close.
Expression different from anything I’ve seen all evening. All month. The careful restraint he’s been wearing for three days, that meticulous distance he maintained every time I glanced at him across the study... gone. Completely gone. What’s underneath it is something that makes my pulse jump hard against my throat.
"Bael, what—"
He doesn’t let me finish.
His mouth comes down on mine so hard it knocks the air right out of my lungs.
It isn’t a gentle kiss. It’s rough, heavy, and completely desperate. I let out a small, choked sound, my hands coming up to press against his chest to push him away.
Bael doesn’t move an inch. He just kisses me harder, his tongue sliding past mine, deep and heavy and completely taking over.
He tastes like coffee, but hotter, mixed with that thick alpha scent that makes my knees feel suddenly hollow. He bites my lower lip just hard enough to make me whimper, and the sound only seems to make him wilder.
My fingers clench into his shirt. My head hits the wood behind me, completely trapped while he kisses me until I can’t breathe, until my brain stops working entirely.
When he finally pulls back a little, he’s breathing hard against my lips.
I can’t see straight. My mouth feels swollen and wet.
Bael’s right hand leaves the door. His fingers slide down my neck, past my collar, and press flat against my chest. He holds his palm there for a second, feeling my heart slamming against my ribs, before his hand slides lower. Past my ribs. Past the small curve of my stomach.
Then his hand locks around my waist.
He squeezes the skin tightly.
"Now," Bael says. His voice is very low, a rough whisper right against my ear. "Why don’t we talk about how you let another alpha hold your waist."
The words take a second to land.
*What—*
"Hm?" He tilts his head slightly. "Runze."
My name in that tone.
I feel my face heat immediately. "I... I didn’t..."
Why is he asking me this? Why is he kissing me now? Didn’t he keep his distance after I told him not to touch me anymore unless I said he could?
"You didn’t what?" Bael whispers, his mouth dragging along my jawline, his teeth scraping the skin. "You didn’t let him touch you?"
"I... I tripped—"
He doesn’t let me get the words out.
Bael dives back in, devouring my mouth again, rougher this time. My bag slips off my shoulder and hits the floor with a dull thud, but neither of us notices. His hand slides down from my waist, his large palm cupping my ass through my trousers, lifting me slightly so he can press my lower body directly against his.
I gasp into his mouth. I can feel it clearly now, the hard, thick length of him pressing right against my center.
"On second thought," Bael growls against my lips, his grip on my ass tightening until I’m locked against him, "I do not want to *talk* anymore."
He leaves my mouth and bites the side of my neck. He pinches the skin between his teeth, scraping over it until a sharp gasp escapes my throat. His hands are moving incredibly fast now, tearing open my coat, pulling it off my shoulders, and then attacking the buttons of my shirt.
The cool air of the room hits my bare chest, and then Bael’s hot hands are on my skin.
I can barely hold myself together. His scent is everywhere, filling my head until I feel sick with it. My hands grip his shoulders weakly.
"B-Bael... stop..."
Bael pauses for a fraction of a second, his face buried in my neck. He lets out a low, rough laugh.
"Why?" he murmurs, his tongue licking a wet line up to my earlobe before biting it. "Didn’t you miss your husband touching you?"
Before I can even process the question, his head moves down. His mouth closes directly over one of my nipples, he sucks it deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling aggressively over the tight, sensitive tip.
"Ah! No..."
A loud moan rips out of me. My fingers dig into his hair. My hips twitch forward on their own as a sharp bolt of heat shoots straight down to my thighs.
"No?" Bael’s voice is dark, sounding almost amused.
While his mouth keeps sucking my nipple, his hand slides down, slipping past the unbuckled waistband of my trousers and straight into my underwear.
His hot palm cups me, his long fingers wrapping firmly around my cock. It’s completely hard, leaking wetly against his skin. He squeezes it, his thumb rubbing over the wet head, smearing the pre-cum around.
"Oh?" Bael whispers against my skin, his thumb stroking me again, making my hips jerk helplessly against his palm. "But your body says otherwise... Look how wet you are."
My face burns hotter than before. I bite my lip to stop another sound, but Bael doesn’t give me the chance.
He pulls his hand out, hooks his arms under my thighs, and lifts me right off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist automatically, my arms clinging to his neck as he carries me across the room and throws me onto the large bed.
The moment my back hits the sheets, Bael is over me again.
He strips my trousers and underwear off in one quick motion, leaving me completely naked under him. His mouth is everywhere. He kisses down my stomach, his teeth biting at my ribs, his tongue scraping over my hip bones, leaving wet, burning marks on my skin.
Then he moves lower, kneeling between my spread legs.
Bael looks up at me, his eyes dark and strange, and then he leans down. He takes my cock fully into his mouth.
"Ahn...!"
I arch my back right off the bed, my fingers clutching the sheets until my knuckles go white.
The feeling is too much. He sucks me deep, his tongue swirling around the shaft, creating a tight, wet pressure that makes my head spin. At the same time, his right hand reaches under my thighs. His fingers, already covered in my pre-cum, find my tight opening.
He pushes one long finger inside.
The feeling of his mouth on my front and his finger sliding into my tight warmth breaks everything inside me. He moves his finger in and out, stretching me slowly, while his mouth pumps down on my length, faster and faster.
I lose my mind. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. It has been so long since he touched me like this, so long since I felt this kind of pleasure. The heat builds too fast.
"Bael—Bael, wait, I’m going to—"
He doesn’t stop. He sucks harder, his finger curling inside me, hitting a spot that makes my toes curl.
With a loud, broken cry, I come hard.
My body vibrates all over as rope after rope of my white heat spills straight into his mouth. My hips shake, my mind completely blank as the pleasure washes over me.
I lie there panting, my eyes half-closed, shivering.
But Bael isn’t done.
He pulls his mouth away. My white cream is coating his lips.
He doesn’t swallow it. Instead, he lets it pour out onto his fingers, mixing it with the clear, thick sleek that is already running out of my opening. He uses the wet mixture to push two, then three fingers deep inside me, forcing them in and out with a heavy friction that makes me gasp.
"Uh... Bael... wait..."
He ignores me, pulling his fingers out with a wet sound. Before I can breathe, Bael moves lower. He grabs my ankles, pinning them high near my shoulders, opening me up completely.
Then, he leans down and presses his warm tongue directly against my ass.
My eyes roll back.
The feeling of his wet tongue licking and swirling over my opening, lapping up the slick and cum, is too much. It feels dirty, shameless, and incredibly hot. He thrusts his tongue deep against the rim, sucking at the skin, and the friction sends a shockwave straight to my core.
Within seconds, my body breaks again. Without him even touching my front, the pure intensity of his mouth on my opening pulls another helpless climax out of me. I cum again, the fluid spilling onto my own stomach, my breath catching as I sob from the sheer overload.
Bael finally pulls back, his mouth wet and shiny. He crawls back up my body, settling his heavy weight between my trembling thighs. He leans down, biting my nipple again to ground me, before using one hand to firmly grip my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
"My pretty omega," Bael murmurs, his voice dark and completely stripped of his usual control. His thumb rubs over my trembling lower lip. "It’s okay for your Alpha to go wild today, right?"
My brain is completely muffled, a chaotic mess of pleasure. "...uhh?" I whisper, completely confused.
"It’s been so long, Runze," Bael continues, his eyes locking onto mine, burning. He lifts my hand, pressing a hot kiss to the inside of my wrist, right over my pulse. "I really can’t hold back anymore."
He lets go of my wrist, and the air in the room shifts.
Bael reaches down to his own clothes. His fingers rip through the buttons of his shirt, tearing it open to reveal his bare chest. His hands move to his belt, unbuckling it with a loud, metallic clink, his trousers being pushed down his legs in one swift, impatient motion.
I look up at him, and a sudden alarm bell starts
ringing in my head.
*Danger. Danger.*
The way Bael is looking down at me right now... it looks completely predatory.
He looks like a predator watching his prey, and I am completely trapped beneath him.
