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About two hours into mostly ignoring me, Killian took his headphones off, grabbed my ankle again and dragged me down the mattress. He sank to his knees at the foot of the bed, positioning me so my ass was hanging right off the edge. Killian suddenly spread my knees and licked my core again. As soon as his warm mouth touched me, I saw stars.
I tried to keep quiet, biting down on my hand to stifle my moans, but that only made him work harder, as if my silence was some kind of game he was hell-bent on winning. He pumped his fingers in and out of me while sucking, and I orgasmed almost instantly. Even if my mind tried to resist, my body responded so quickly to all of them.
A loud bang sounded at the door, interrupting us and causing Killian to issue a territorial growl right against my clit. His growl sent vibrations through my whole body. I briefly considered whether I might climax from that sensation alone.
“Cade cooked dinner. Whenever you're done with Rowan, you big selfish fucker, he wants to talk to her. Also, she needs to eat,”Ryker said, definitely sounding sore that Killian had sequestered me in his room.
“Ate already. She tasted sweet,” Killian responded with a boyish grin, antagonizing Ryker further.
Ryker deserved it though, considering his mission in life was to get a rise out of just about everyone. Ryker let loose a string of profanity-laden insults directed at Killian as he moved away from the door into the common room. Killian chuckled, picked me up and carried me out of his bedroom with slick and saliva still running down the inside of my thigh.
Chapter 19: Cade
Killian carried a contented, boneless, and clearly post-climax Rowan in his arms. Alphas had heightened hearing, as well as scent, so it had been obvious to us all what was going on in his bedroom. I visually catalogued her body, looking for any more bites, bruises, or other injuries, and was happy to see Killian had been on good behavior.
Accidentally hurting women was not completely out of his M.O. but it was in contrast to Talon, who had a fetish for inflicting pain on his partners. We had had plenty of pissed-off beta women storm out of the barracks, but not before screaming that Talon was “a fucking psycho” or “sick-fuck.”
“Rowan, go freshen up. Put on actual clothing. Specifically, the pair of dark jeans, and white v-neck t-shirt in the closet. Also, the light blue underwear. As much as we all love the easy access, it’s distracting, and I have important things to talk to youabout. Do it quickly; we are eating in precisely seven minutes,” I ordered, tapping my watch.
She responded, “Yes, sir,” but I heard her mutter, “Captain Control Freak,” under her breath just as she slipped into her bedroom.
I would remember that and be sure to come up with a creative punishment for the comment later on.
Normally we ate in the dining hall, but we kept some items in the fridge for when Talon or I felt like cooking. There was also no way Rowan was going near the dining hall or any space with other alphas until the entire pack fully marked and mated her. Her scent was way too much of a temptation, and I didn’t feel like having to kill any soldiers if they tried to act on it. I doubted anyone would so much as even look her way, given our unit’s reputation, but there was always a chance another pack could attempt to challenge us.
Our unit was the topic of many hushed conversations among our peers. There were very few special ops units that engaged in missions north of the border. Not to mention, we had a rare shifter packmate and Killian the giant, who was rabid during combat. His near-death experience largely dispelled the long-standing rumors that he wasn’t fully human.
For dinner, I cooked a simple and hearty meal. Unlike Cade and Killian, who would literally shovel any processed crap into their mouths, Talon and I preferred to eat clean, high-protein food. He encouraged us all to broaden our tastes, often stopping at an Oriental market in the East District to grab groceries. While we both enjoyed cooking healthy meals, I hadn’t learned how to use many of the ingredients that he brought home, so he recently started teaching me new recipes incorporating ingredients such as gochujang, kimchi, and doenjang into mycooking. Talon was well versed in recipes from every culture, but his recent interest in Korean food had been delicious. A few months prior, he had been obsessed with German recipes. He loved cooking and trying recipes from all different cultures.
I had opted to make gochujang-marinated steak with white sticky rice and charred greens for dinner tonight. Our groceries were running low because of Talon’s isolation in the Science Department for the past few days, and I needed to use the namul greens before they wilted and spoiled.
I was sure Ryker would pick around the greens like the child he was, so I put only a small serving on his plate, not wanting them to go to waste. Killian would just mash his dinner all together and shovel it into his mouth. He ate so fast I wasn’t even sure he tasted his food.
We all were sitting around the table, waiting patiently when Rowan emerged from her room. She was wearing dark jeans and a navy V-neck shirt.
“I distinctly remember telling you to wear the white shirt, Rowan,” I said, rubbing my temples, as she sat down in the mismatched chair I had stolen from the dining hall.
“Sorry, sir, I thought you said blue,” she lied, shrugging her shoulders.
The lie rolled off her tongue easily. I knew she had intentionally worn a blue shirt to be defiant. I added that to the list of reasons I would punish her for later.
“This actually looks… delicious. Thank you, Cade, uh, I mean… sir.”
She didn't wait for anyone else to eat; she just dove right in, spearing a piece of steak, a few greens, and filling her mouth.Once she started chewing, she groaned exaggeratedly, and the sound made my dick respond. Killian chuckled and started his own assault on the food.
“I’m assuming the sounds you are making mean you like the meal. I’m glad. Make sure you eat everything. You need the nutrients. We can start discussing a few items once you have cleaned your plate.”
Halfway through her plate, however, she started complaining that she was full, so I moved her onto my lap and force-fed her the rest of the meal. She glared at me the whole time.
“Once again, I can feed myself, Cade. I’m a grown woman who can also sit in her own chair. Let me go and I will finish my meal!”
I could always tell when she was having difficulty feigning submission, because she called me Cade instead of sir.
“Clearly not Rowan considering you would not finish your meal until I put you on my lap. Now you can eat it here, and I will feed it to you. You’ve barely eaten anything since you first woke up. These nutrients are important for omegas, especially considering you are still recovering from your first heat. Open,” I said, holding the fork with a few speared greens in front of her lips.
She begrudgingly parted them and started chewing. The mention of her heat turned her face beat-red. I had caught her off guard and maybe even embarrassed her. Clearly, she did not like my talking about it one bit and gave up the fight abruptly, taking another bite that I offered her.
“Good girl.”
