Love Like Cyanide-chapter 3
Chapter 3: Natalie
Glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody is watching, Dante shoves past me into my room, shutting the door behind himself and throwing the deadbolt. “We need to have a word,” he says without any other greeting. “Or three.”
I take a step back, not liking the way I can feel his presence humming along my skin. It makes me bristle, and my words come out harsher than I intend them to. “So, breaking and entering is on your agenda for a midnight meeting? What the fuck is so important that you couldn’t just have a chat with me in the morning? Ya know, with other people around?”
He scoffs, eyes appraising the small, single room I don’t have to share before coming back to settle on me. “I know he needed it, but I’m not ok with the way you had your hands all over Haven, earlier.” He gets right to the point. One of the few things I appreciate about Dante is that you never have to wonder what he’s thinking or feeling. He’s a heart on his sleeve kind of guy.
“I wasn’t trying to besmirch your boyfriend’s honor, Dante.” I rub my hand up and down my forearm, my skin prickling unpleasantly from the extra warmth.
“Fuck’s sake. Don’t say that out loud. I never took you for a shipper, Natalie.”
“I’m not blind, or stupid. I know you two have a bit of a thing going on.” I cross my arms over my chest, glad the giant shirt I’m wearing hits me mid-thigh and is loose enough that nothing shows.
“It’s not like that.” He takes a deep breath in like he’s going to protest further, but I’m over it. Exhaustion and my bed both beckon.
Growing more tired and less patient with every second that passes, I step right into his space, poking his chest with a stiff finger. I register the firmness of his muscles beneath his shirt but carry on. The contact has him wide-eyed at my attitude, but the simmering anger at having my room and space invaded overrides anything else.
“I don’t give a damn what it’s like, Dante. I’m not trying to weasel in on your man. You saw everything I did to him, and so did everyone else. It’s literally my fucking job to touch—work on you. All of you.”
He laughs. Full on throaty belly laughs, his head thrown back so his slender neck is exposed. Dante’s entire demeanor changes so fast that it gives me whiplash. He stops laughing, expression dark and dangerous as he grabs my wrist and pulls me forward. I have to throw my other arm up to not crash face-first into his chest from the momentum. “That what you want, Doc? Wanna touch me? Put your hands all over me?”
Dante’s words twist my insides, and I feel my brain turn to mashed potatoes. I swallow audibly and look away, not trusting my voice. He’s infuriating, but the chemical overload of being in heat has me wondering if I could make use of him. The sensation of his skin on mine sends fire coursing through my veins. I feel the flush creep up my neck from the contact and I meet his gaze, surprised to see his pupils blown wide, the green almost swallowed by the black.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I manage to say, avoiding his question but glad that my voice is steady despite my stuttering heartbeat.
He drops my arm and grabs me by the jaw, his huge hand not even straining as he forces my head to the side. He buries his face in my neck and inhales deeply, and my stomach sinks to my toes.
I just let an alpha into my space, unpatched and in my pajamas, with heat hormones radiating off my body like neon lights. I’m an idiot. I can only blame so much of it on my brain cooking from the elevated temperature. If there was any hope of keeping my omega status hidden, it’s long fucking gone now.
His voice drops, the rumble of his words against my skin giving me goosebumps despite the warmth that flares between us. “That certainly explains the extra attitude you’ve had today…”
“Fuck all the way off, Dante!” I shove him with my forearm pressed to his chest, and it’s like trying to topple a brick wall with my bare hands. Futile, at best. Bad for my health, at worst.
Needless to say, he doesn’t budge. His lips are so close to my ear that a heavy breath from either of us would make him kiss it. “It’s hilarious and pathetic that you think you can make me move that easily.”
I grip a fistful of his shirt, fighting the urge to sock him in the jaw. Me scuffing up his face would definitely reflect poorly on my job performance. Maybe I can pass it off as a deep tissue massage gone wrong…
“You came in my room to give me hell, and you gave it. Why are you still here, and would you please stop squeezing my fucking face?”
He relaxes his grip almost instantly, leaning back and looking apologetic, but not saying a word about it. “Do you want help?”
I stare up at him, brain not fully processing what he asked. “Help? Help with what?”
He chuckles, pulling the corner of his full lower lip between perfect teeth for the barest of seconds. “You’re almost cute when you’re playing dumb, Natalie. But I know you’re not stupid. You might be obnoxious sometimes, but you’re not an idiot.” I blink at him slowly, and he narrows his eyes in response.
“You do know you’re in heat, right?” I nod. “Is this your first heat cycle of the year? You’ve been with us for six months and shown no signs before this. I’d say maybe you’re good at hiding it, but the way you’ve been acting today is about as subtle as a trainwreck, so that’s not it.”
“It is my first one. They happen quarterly. And it wasn’t supposed to hit me for a few weeks.” I close my eyes with an agitated sigh, wondering why I feel so casually alright about sharing that with him. “Conveniently when the group would be taking a break from travelling, so I could deal with it on my own.”
He gives me a small nod of understanding. “But here you are, waving the ‘Come breed me’ flag for any alpha with a working nose. And an entire box of patches isn’t going to mask that scent for a few days, no matter how much you think they will. So, I reiterate: do you want help with it?”
I tilt my head a bit to look up at him better, uncertain how to feel about gradually becoming more comfortable with him being entirely too far into my bubble of personal space. “My normal coping mechanisms are crying while curled up in a giant hoodie, watching tragic romance movies, and binge eating more chocolate candy than is healthy. Unless you’re going to go on a snack run for me, I don’t see how you can help.”
He barks a laugh that I fight not to cringe away from. “You..? Holy shit. Really? You’ve never—”
I frown and cut him off. “I’m not a fucking virgin, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He snickers and shakes his head, eyes looking Heavenward like he’s seeking guidance. His gaze rakes over my frame, so solid and heavy that I can feel the weight of it on my body like I’m being touched. “With the way those hips move when you walk, you’ve broken a few hearts. And probably bedframes.”
I feel my cheeks burning and do my best to ignore it. He continues. “Long story long, Natalie… If you release the heat, the symptoms are minimized.”
He says it so matter-of-factly that the barely controlled craving in his eyes gives me pause. I have to look away from the intensity in his gaze. “So… You’re saying that if you and I…”
“Spit it out, Natalie. I want to know that you understand, before you agree to anything.”
“Spitters are quitters,” I mumble under my breath.
“With the mouth on you, I don’t doubt it. Everything about you screams ‘brat’, even when you’re working.”
I ignore his dead-on statement and weigh my options, none of them seeming like the best choice. But I know which one makes the most sense in the moment, and he’s standing right in front of me. “You won’t breathe a word of this to anyone?”
He chuffs, reminding me of a big cat. “Your secret’s safe with me, Doc. But I can’t stand here much longer with your scent so thick in the air that I can practically taste it on my tongue, without doing something about it or leaving.”
I let the last dregs of doubt be washed away by the urges overwhelming my system. I stand on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck, gripping a fistful of dark hair and crushing his lips down onto mine. They’re even softer than they look, and he tastes vaguely floral. Almost like roses. His skin is pleasantly cool, even the slide of his tongue against mine is borderline icy.
It’s soothing in the strangest of ways. But not for long. Tentative kisses and caresses get rougher, hands slipping under clothing, grasping at flesh. Lips and tongues clash with grazes from eager teeth, breaths heavy and panting as the teasing starts to become unbearable.
He pulls back for air, and to have a whine. “You’re so damned short, I’m gonna have a knot in my neck from bending over like this.”
Not missing a beat, I slide my hand down to cup the curve of his cock straining against his pants. “Quit bitching and put some inches in me, then. I’ll fix your neck later.” I give it a squeeze, and the moan it drags from those perfect lips of his hits me like an arrow to the gut.
“God, the fucking mouth on you.” A dark, masculine chuckle rolls from him. It sets off warning bells in my brain and makes me wetter than I like to admit. His hands slide down to cup my ass, lifting me up to his eye level and pressing my back against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, the heartbeat between my thighs closer to his heart than I would have thought possible. He gives my ass a slap that stings and burns deliciously. I dig my fingertips into the muscles of his shoulders with a gasp.
“There we go.” Taking advantage of the way my lips have parted, he kisses me again until I’m dizzy, crossing my ankles and squeezing his torso with my legs, half afraid I’m going to fall. “You’d better hold on tight, Doc. Fucking that attitude out of you is going to be the most fun I’ve had in a long time…”
Dante lets go of me and he gives me a little surprised laugh. I have such a death grip on him with my legs that my position doesn’t shift in the slightest when he stops supporting my weight to free up his hands. “I knew you were strong with the way you throw those elbows into people, but that’s impressive.”
“Tha-anks!” My tone goes up an octave as he pulls my panties to the side, and I feel the thick head of his cock press against my entrance.
I feel his breath hitch as he growls out: “You’re so wet already…”
His calm is making me lose my mind. I want him wild. I want him feral. I don’t want chill or careful. I don’t want gentle. I want Dante to ruin me.
Loosening my hold with my legs just a bit lets gravity do its thing, and he’s buried to the hilt in me before either of us have a chance to catch our breath. My eyes roll back in my head and a sharp, keening cry tears itself from my lips at being so suddenly stretched and filled.
He grabs both of my wrists in one hand, slamming them against the wall above my head with so much force that the stock photo hanging over the table next to us rattles from the impact. His other hand wraps around my side, his fingers digging in so roughly that I know there’ll be marks left behind. And I don’t care.
I’m biting my lip, trying not to be too loud as he drives his cock into me, every stroke stealing the breath from my lungs, the motions so smooth that it shouldn’t be possible. If he wasn’t nearly a foot taller than me, it wouldn’t be. One of the few times in life that being petite has perks is when you’re being manhandled.
He’s murmuring under his breath, but I can’t focus enough to make out any of the words. His hands move to lift up my shirt, and he slips them under my arms at the same time, encircling my torso. His fingertips and thumbs almost touch together as they wrap around me.
Next thing I know, he’s setting me down on the little table, sweeping my bag off the surface with a thud as it falls to the floor. He lifts my legs, hands wrapped around my thighs as he thrusts into me, the sounds of the table under my back creaking drowned out by the wet slap of our flesh coming together. My back arches, head thrown back as he finds that sweet spot inside of me, angling his hips and relentlessly pounding against it.
I grab on to the sides of the chair by my head that the table keeps smacking against, needing something to hold on to. I’m getting close, and I know Dante can tell. He gives me a sly little smirk, looking down at me with green eyes that seem more vibrant than usual, almost glowing in the shade from his bangs that frame his face.
He leans down, dragging his tongue up my neck and grazing the edge of my earlobe with his teeth. “Wanna play a game, Doc?” He’s fighting to keep his voice steady, little gasps after his words.
I’m so desperate to get off that any pride I might have had is gone. “Please…” My voice comes out as a harsh whisper.
I feel his hand between us, the sudden stinging sensation of a slap against my swollen clit making my entire body convulse. “I’m going to rub this cute little clit of yours as long as you move those hips. But if you stop, then so do I. I’m not going to do all the work for you, Doc. You want that relief? Chase it.” He rolls the skin where my throat meets my shoulder between his teeth, the rumble of his growl seeming to vibrate all the way to the base of my spine.
I take his toned upper arms in my hands, fingertips digging in as I wrap my legs around his back, riding his dick like my life depends on it. In a way, maybe it does. If I can’t get my body to cool down, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ve never had a heat cycle hit me so hard before. It must be from being in close proximity to so much alpha energy.
His moans into my neck are almost lyrical, urging me on without needing to say a word. It isn’t fair for such a beautiful man to even have pretty moans.
The methodical movements of his thumb against my overly sensitive flesh are too much combined with impaling myself on the thick shaft of his cock, my breath a panting and desperate stutter. My body feels so hot that I half expect the table to burst into flames under me.
“Let it go, Nat…” He kisses me deeply, swallowing my scream as I come undone beneath him. In that moment, I wish my job didn’t make me keep my nails so short. I want to paint my passion across his pale skin. To bite, to scratch, to leave something behind so everyone knows that he’s mine.
I shove that thought to the back of my brain, focusing instead on the way I can almost instantly feel my body temperature plummet. My whole body breaks out in a sweat, but Dante’s still kissing me like the world is going to end, and I’m surprised that I don’t want him to stop.
Mental clarity is returning to me, and I realize that he’s still fully clothed. Like he can read my mind, he leans up and slowly drags his cock out of me. I groan in disappointment at the feeling of emptiness, and his chuckle that normally infuriates me is like music to my ears.
He strips his black sleeveless shirt off, and I can’t help taking him in appreciatively for the first time. I’ve seen him bare chested before, but this is different. I want to touch him, truly feel him with my hands. I ignore the way my arms shake as I push myself into a sitting position.
There’s a smattering of freckles that dances across his upper chest and shoulders, matching the swath of them that sweeps over the bridge of his nose and dust his cheeks. Cheeks that turn pink under the weight of my gaze. He clears his throat, looking away for a second to collect himself as I slide my fingertips over the swell of his abs. Goosebumps skate across his skin in the wake of my caress, but his eyes slide shut and he fights to stay still, letting me explore as long as he can stand it.
Without another word, he yanks my shirt over my head and scoops me up in his arms, literally tossing me onto the bed like I’m no heavier than a cat. He loses the rest of his clothing, belt and chains clanking as they drop to the floor. Before I can even attempt to take them off by myself, my panties are gone and he grabs my hip, rolling me over onto my stomach.
He gives my ass one solid smack that makes me squirm, my pulse skyrocketing from the heat and sting of his hand across my skin. “Uh uh,” he warns, lifting my hips and sliding his still slick cock into me from behind like there’s nowhere else he was ever meant to be.
I grip fistfuls of the blankets, a wordless cry forced from me at being so solidly stuffed again. Air hisses between his teeth as my pussy spasms around him. “You didn’t think we were done already, did you? Silly girl.”
He wraps an arm under me, holding me up off the mattress as he pounds into me. I feel his other hand cover mine, dwarfing my hand entirely, twining our fingers together.
Our combined cries of ecstasy loop and roll over each other, everything else in the world vanishing as we become one. There are tears in my eyes as his expert motions take me closer to another release. It’s so intense that I can’t do anything other than trust that Dante isn’t going to let my soul leave my body.
He leans back and sits on his heels, pulling me into a sitting position with his cock still somehow buried inside of me. Hand covering mine, hips rolling to the rhythm of some song that only he can hear, he brings our fingers to my aching clit.
“Show me how you do it, Doc…” I lean my head back against his chest, eyes sliding shut as I make my fingertips dance across my needy flesh.
He curses under his breath, a low moan following it. I feel his cock swell inside of me, suddenly thicker than anything I’ve ever experienced. Before it gets uncomfortable, I feel him bite down on my shoulder, the sudden sharp scrape of his teeth making me come harder than I thought possible.
He purrs into my shoulder, his cock twitching inside of me as warm spurts fill me up and my body writhes in his arms. Sparks fill my vision, and I can’t seem to stop orgasming. After some minutes, it finally ceases.
Breathless and finally spent, he lays us down on our sides with a content sigh. I try to move away from him so I can run to the bathroom, but he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me back against his torso.
“You’re not gonna want to move for a few minutes, or you’re gonna hurt yourself.” He murmurs into my shoulder, languorously kissing and nuzzling his face against my neck, his cock still huge and almost uncomfortably hard.
“I don’t see how much more damage could be done, at this point.”
“How do you really not know anything about fucking alphas, Nat? You’re knotted right now. If you try to pull away from me until that thing goes down, you’re gonna need stitches. And that’d be kind of hard to explain to management, don’t you think?”
I’m glad he can’t see the embarrassed blush that burns my cheeks. “I was fucking adopted by a normal human family and raised like I’m not A.B.O. positive, Dante.”
His long fingers trail up and down the toned expanse of my abdomen. “Hmm… I suppose I can forgive you for that. It’s not willful ignorance, at least.” He stops kissing my neck for a second and his entire body goes still. “Fuck…” he says with a groan.
“What?” I try to turn my head to meet his gaze, but he buries his face back in my shoulder, huffing heavily.
“Don’t worry about it, for now.”
My heat symptoms must be fully relieved, because the urge to punch him is rapidly rising. “Don’t be cryptic, Dante.”
“Just chill out for a few minutes, Nat. Literally. You must have noticed that you’re not burning up and killing brain cells, anymore.”
I sigh, begrudgingly relaxing into his embrace. He’s surprisingly comfy to cuddle with. I cover my sudden yawn with the back of my hand. “I suppose I have you to thank for that."
He shrugs, his chin resting comfortably against the hollow of my shoulder. "I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Nothing medal worthy.”
I chuff in disbelief. “Probably ruined me for life, though. Never been fucked like that. Ever.”
“On behalf of mankind, I apologize for any morons who couldn’t fully appreciate that pussy, Natalie. Just wait until I’m actually trying.”
It’s my turn to freeze, half in fear, half in curiosity. “You can’t be fucking serious, Dante…”
He laughs, the air tickling my neck. He holds me tighter against him. “Maybe someday you’ll get to find out.”
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