To ruin an Omega

Chapter 134: Cupcake 2 (M)

CIAN

In the soft glow of her bedside lamp, Fia’s eyes held me captive. The scent of buttercream and cinnamon hung heavy in the air, a sweet promise of what was to come. Her grip on my wrist was firm, a silent command that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.

“I don’t hate it,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Her thumb traced circles on my skin, a motion that was both soothing and maddening.

I let out a low growl, a sound that rumbled in my chest and echoed in the space between us. “You don’t have to say that, Fia. I can feel it. Your heart races when I’m close. Your breath hitches when I touch you. Your body responds to mine, even if your mind tries to fight it.” I leaned closer, my voice dropping to something darker, more primal. “You’re mine to affect. Mine to make tremble.”

Her eyes flashed, a spark of defiance that only served to fuel the fire within me. “And what if I do? What if I don’t want this?”

I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low rumble. “Then you wouldn’t be holding onto me like your life depends on it. You wouldn’t be looking at me like you want to devour me. And you certainly wouldn’t be making that little noise in the back of your throat that drives me fucking wild.” My hand covered hers on my wrist, pressing her palm flat against my pulse. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me. Only you. No one else gets to make my blood race like this.”

Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping. I took advantage, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. My tongue slid against hers, tasting the remnants of the red velvet cake. She moaned, her fingers tightening around my wrist, pulling me closer.

I deepened the kiss, my free hand cupping her cheek, tilting her head to give me better access. Her skin was soft, her hair like silk against my fingers. I explored her mouth, my tongue dancing with hers, our breaths mingling. When I pulled back, I bit her lower lip gently, possessively. “Mine,” I whispered against her mouth.

When I finally pulled back fully, we were both breathless. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed. She looked like a dream, a temptation I couldn’t resist.

“Tell me to stop, Fia,” I whispered, my voice ragged with desire. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk out that door right now.” Even as I said it, something feral in me rebelled at the thought. The very idea of leaving her, of not claiming what was mine, made my Alpha instincts roar in protest.

She swallowed hard, her throat working with the motion. Her eyes searched mine, looking for something. I held her gaze, letting her see the truth of my words—and the possessive hunger that burned beneath them.

“I… I can’t,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “I can’t tell you that, Cian.”

A slow, predatory smile spread across my face. “Good. Because I don’t think I could have walked away. Not from you. Not ever.” I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re mine, Fia. I’m going to make sure you feel that in every fiber of your being.”

I let my hand trail down from her cheek, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. I felt her shiver under my touch, her breath hitching again. My eyes caught on the plate beside her, the remaining slice of red velvet cake with its thick white frosting.

An idea formed, dark and delicious.

I reached for the plate, my movements deliberate. Fia watched me, confusion flickering in her eyes. I dipped my finger into the buttercream icing, gathering a generous amount, then brought it to her lips.

“Open,” I commanded softly.

She obeyed, her lips parting. I slid my finger into her mouth, feeling her tongue swirl around it, tasting the sweetness. My cock twitched at the sensation. I withdrew my finger slowly, watching her eyes darken with desire.

“You taste even better with it,” I murmured. I gathered more icing, but this time I traced it along her collarbone, leaving a white trail across her skin. “I want to taste every inch of you. Mark you with something sweet, then claim it all back with my mouth.”

Her breath hitched. “Cian…”

I continued my exploration, my hand moving to the hem of her shirt. I slid my fingers underneath, feeling the soft skin of her stomach, the curve of her hip. “I’m going to cover you in this cake, Fia. I’m going to make you a feast that only I get to devour. No one else. Just me.”

She watched me, her eyes following my hand, her lips parted. I could see the pulse at the base of her throat, quick and steady. I leaned down, licking the trail of icing from her collarbone, feeling her heart race against my tongue. The combination of buttercream and her skin was intoxicating.

I pulled back, my hand still under her shirt. I looked at her, waiting for a sign, a word, anything to tell me she was ready for more. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

I slid my hand up, my fingers brushing against the underside of her breast. She gasped, her back arching slightly. I took the opportunity to pull her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but a thin, lacy bra.

Her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric. I reached for the cake plate again, breaking off a piece of the red velvet. I held it above her chest, letting crumbs fall onto her skin, then pressed the moist cake against the swell of her breast, smearing it slowly.

“Cian,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire and something like disbelief.

“Shh. Let me play with what’s mine.” I leaned down, my tongue following the path of cake and frosting, licking it from her skin. The taste of red velvet mixed with the salt of her skin was divine. I reached behind her, unhooking her bra with practiced ease, and pulled it away.

Her breasts were perfect, full and round. I took more buttercream frosting and painted circles around her nipples, watching them harden further under the cool cream. “So fucking beautiful. And all mine.”

I captured one nipple in my mouth, sucking away the frosting, feeling her arch beneath me. The sweetness of the icing contrasted with the taste of her skin, creating a flavor I knew I’d crave for the rest of my life. I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, my teeth grazing the sensitive peak.

“Every inch of you belongs to me,” I growled against her skin. “Your pleasure, your sighs, these perfect breasts—mine.”

She squirmed beneath me, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel her body responding, her hips moving, seeking friction.

I reached for more cake, breaking off pieces and creating a trail down her stomach. I followed with my mouth, licking and sucking, claiming every inch. When I reached the waistband of her shorts, I looked up at her, my eyes dark with possessive hunger.

“I’m going to taste all of you, Fia. Every. Single. Inch.” I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion. She was bare to me now, her pussy glistening with her desire.

I took a dollop of buttercream on my finger and traced it along her inner thigh, so close to where she needed me most. She whimpered, her hips lifting.

“Please, Cian…”

“Please what?” I licked the frosting from her thigh, my breath hot against her skin. “Tell me what you want. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” she gasped. “I belong to you.”

“That’s right.” I spread more frosting along her other thigh, then higher, barely grazing her folds. “Say it again.”

“I belong to you, Cian. Only you.”

The words ignited something primal in me. I dove in, my tongue sliding through her folds, tasting the mixture of buttercream and her own sweetness. The combination was obscene, intoxicating. She tasted like dessert and desire, like everything I’d ever craved.

I explored her with my tongue, feeling her body respond to my touch. I found her clit, sucking it into my mouth, feeling her squirm beneath me. “No one else gets to taste you like this. No one else gets to make you come. Only me.”

I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her clench around me. She was tight, so fucking tight. I added another finger, stretching her, claiming her. My tongue never stopped its assault on her clit.

She moaned, her hips moving against my mouth, seeking more friction. I obliged, my tongue moving in time with my fingers, drawing out her pleasure. I could feel her body tensing, her muscles tightening as she neared her peak.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come on my tongue, so I know you’re mine.” I pulled back just enough to speak, then returned to my feast, my fingers pumping faster, my tongue relentless.

Her eyes flew open, meeting mine. She bit her lip, her body trembling as she came undone. I felt her clench around my fingers, her body convulsing with her release. Her taste flooded my mouth, and I continued to move my fingers, drawing out every wave of pleasure, until she slumped back against the bed, her body boneless.

I stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, but not before licking my lips, savoring every drop. I looked at her, her body flushed and decorated with remnants of our play, her eyes heavy-lidded. She was a sight to behold, a temptation I couldn’t resist.

“My turn,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

I raised an eyebrow. She sat up, reaching for the cake plate, and broke off a piece. Her eyes held mine as she pushed me back onto the bed. I went willingly, curious, aroused beyond measure.

She straddled my hips, still gloriously naked, and pressed the cake against my chest. The moist crumbs stuck to my skin as she smeared it across my pecs, down my abs. Then she leaned down, her tongue following the trail, licking and sucking.

“Fuck, Fia,” I groaned. My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You’re killing me.”

She smiled against my skin, a wicked glint in her eyes. She took more frosting and painted it down the V of my hips, right above the waistband of my boxers. My cock strained against the fabric, aching for her touch.

She hooked her fingers into my boxers and pulled them down, freeing my cock. It sprang up, hard and aching. She looked at it, then at the frosting on her fingers, then back at me.

“Don’t you dare,” I warned, but my voice was rough with want.

She smiled, that same wicked smile, and wrapped her frosting-covered fingers around my shaft. The cool cream contrasted with the heat of her hand, and I groaned, my hips bucking into her touch.

“You said every inch of me was yours,” she murmured, stroking me slowly. “Well, every inch of you is mine too.”

She leaned down, her tongue licking the frosting from my cock, and I nearly came undone right there. Her mouth was warm, her tongue skilled, and the sight of her, naked and covered in cake, her lips wrapped around me—it was almost too much.

“Fia,” I growled, my hand tangling in her hair. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come, and I need to be inside you when I do.”

She pulled back, her lips swollen, her eyes dark. “Then take me, Cian. Make me yours.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I flipped her onto her back, my body covering hers. I reached into my discarded pants, pulling out a condom and rolling it on with shaking hands.

I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her. I looked at her, our eyes locked. “You’re mine, Fia. Say it one more time.”

“I’m yours, Cian. Always.”

And slowly, so fucking slowly, I pushed inside her. She was tight, so fucking tight, her body still pulsing from her earlier release. I felt her stretch around me, her body accommodating mine. I paused, giving her time to adjust, my breath coming in short gasps.

“You feel perfect,” I whispered, my voice strained. “Like you were made for me. Only me.”

She moaned, her hips moving against mine, seeking more. I obliged, pulling back and pushing inside her again. I set a slow pace, but it was torture. I wanted to pound into her, to claim her so thoroughly she’d feel me for days.

“Faster, Cian,” she begged. “Please.”

I growled, my control snapping. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks—and I wanted to leave marks. I wanted her to wake up tomorrow and see the evidence of my possession.

I thrust into her harder, faster, each stroke deliberate and claiming. “Mine,” I growled with each thrust. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Yes,” she gasped, her nails raking down my back. “Yours. Only yours.”

I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. Our tongues tangled, our breaths mingled, and I could taste the remnants of cake and frosting and us. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing the sensitive bud.

“Come with me,” I commanded against her lips. “Come on my cock, Fia. Show me who you belong to.”

Her body tensed, her muscles tightening around me. I felt her clench, her inner walls rippling, and it pushed me over the edge. I thrust deep, grinding against her as my release tore through me. I came with a roar, my body shuddering, my cock pulsing inside her.

We clung to each other, our bodies trembling, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I stayed inside her, not wanting to break the connection, not wanting to leave the warmth of her body.

Finally, I rolled to the side, pulling her with me. I disposed of the condom and pulled her back into my arms, our bodies sticky with sweat and frosting and cake crumbs. I didn’t care. All I cared about was that she was here, in my arms, where she belonged.

I traced lazy patterns on her skin, my fingers following the trails of frosting we hadn’t yet licked away. “You’re mine, Fia,” I whispered into her hair. “You always have been. You always will be. And I’m never letting you go.”