My Best Friend Father's Omega

Chapter 19: A Colder Rage

Iris's POV

The fire didn’t just roar, it consumed.

One second, I was limp and spent, the next, I was burning again, my skin too tight, my nerves alight with a need so sharp it bordered on pain.

My hips jerked against him involuntarily, a broken whimper clawing its way out of my throat.

Rafael's chuckle was a dark, knowing sound, vibrating through his chest where my cheek was pressed. His hand, still gripping my ass possessively, flexed, fingers spreading to own more of me.

"Already again?" His breath was hot against my temple, his voice a rough purr. "Or did you just not learn your lesson last time?" There was no teasing in his tone, just the cold, certain promise of what was coming. My body clenched around him in response, and his grip tightened, nails biting into my skin just shy of pain. "That’s what I thought."

His other hand slid up my spine, slow and deliberate, until his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to force me to meet his gaze. His eyes were black, pupils blown wide with something that wasn’t just lust. Something feral. "You’re going to be a good girl for me this time, aren’t you?"

I tried so hard to hide, stole the words right out of my mouth. My lips parted, but all that came out was a broken, "Yes."

His smirk was victorious. "Yes, what?" His thumb pressed against my lower lip, forcing it down, and I tasted him there, the salt of his skin, the faint metallic tang of his own arousal. My tongue darted out, tracing the pad of his thumb without thinking, and his breath froze. "Say it, Iris."

"Yes, alpha." The words burned, but the way his c**k jerked at the submission made it worth it.

His grip in my hair loosened just a fraction, his fingers carding through the strands before tightening again, tilting my head further back. His mouth crashed down on mine, his kiss brutal, teeth clashing, tongue invading, claiming. I moaned into it, my body arching, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He growled against my lips, the sound vibrating through me, and then he was rolling us, pinning me beneath him, his weight perfect.

I whined, my hips lifting, seeking friction, seeking him. He caught my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand, his other sliding down to grip my throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but enough to remind me who was in control.

"Patience," he murmured, his thumb stroking the pulse point beneath my jaw. His eyes never left mine as his free hand trailed lower, over my collarbone, my breast, my stomach, teasing, tormenting, before finally, finally cupping me between my legs. His fingers didn’t move. They just held me, the heat of his palm searing through my skin. "You’re dripping, omega. All for me."

I couldn’t breathe. His touch was maddening, his presence overwhelming. Every inch of me was hyper-aware, of his scent, cedar and smoke and mine,

"Please," I begged, my voice raw. His fingers flexed, just once, pressing against my c**t without rubbing, and my back bowed off the bed. "Rafael..." His name felt like a sin on my tongue, but I couldn’t stop saying it.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath hot and wicked. "Beg properly." His fingers finally moved, circling my c**t in slow, maddening strokes, just enough pressure to make my thighs tremble but not enough to tip me over.

"Tell me exactly what you want. In detail." His teeth grazed my earlobe, and I shuddered, my mind blanking under the onslaught of sensation.

"I want your fingers inside me," I gasped, my face burning. "I want you to f**k me with them, hard, until I..." His fingers stilled. I whined, my hips jerking up, chasing the friction.

"Until you what?" His voice was rough.

"Until I come," I sobbed. "Make me come."

His chuckle was a dark, satisfied sound, and then his fingers were gone, leaving me empty and aching.

"I will decide when you come" He shifted, his mouth replacing his hand, his tongue flat and broad against my c**t, lapping at me like he had all the time in the world. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair, trying to pull him closer, but he resisted, his grip on my wrists unyielding.

He worked me with his tongue, slow, deliberate strokes that had me sobbing, my body coiling tighter and tighter. Just as I felt the edge approaching, he pulled back, his breath cool against my wet skin.

"No...no ..." I was begging now, past shame, past pride.

He ignored me, his mouth trailing lower, his tongue dipping into my entrance, just the tip, teasing. "You taste so good, Iris. Like mine."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through me, and I whimpered, my body clenching around nothing. "Please, alpha, I need..."

My phone buzzed on the nightstand once, twice.

The sound was a jarring intrusion, a reminder that the world outside this room still existed.

Rafael ignored it, his mouth still working me, his fingers finally, finally, sliding inside, curling against that spot that made my vision white out. I arched, a broken cry tearing from my throat, my body right there, and then his fingers stilled. I sobbed, my hips bucking, trying to chase the release he was denying me.

My phone buzzed again.

A growl rumbled through his chest, and then he was gone, pulling away so abruptly that the loss of his touch was a physical pain.

I whined, my body aching, my skin cold where his warmth had been.

He reached for the phone, his expression unreadable, but his jaw was clenched. The screen lit up his face, casting sharp shadows as he read the message and then, nothing.

No reaction. No anger. Just a stillness so profound it was terrifying.

The air in the room dropped ten degrees.

My stomach twisted. I knew that look. I had seen it before, when he was really pissed, when Chloe had totaled her first car, when some business rival had crossed a line. But this wasn’t anger.

This was colder.