Page 109 of Wild Omega

I point to the feature piece on the wall withLet’s Get Cozyin pretty cursive script. “Should we follow the road rules?”

Rickon laughs. “Is it the modus operandi for this room?”

“That’s how I read it.”

He grins and drops down to lean over me, arms extended. “I think I like your interpretation.”

“Me too.” A need blossoms inside me as I take in his gorgeous face framed by sultry liner wings and shiny purple eyeshadow. “You look a million dollars.”

“Mm.” He drops a kiss on my lips and nuzzles down the side of my face. “I can barely move, though.”

I giggle. So that’s why he’s holding himself so stiffly above me. “I think I can help with that.”

“Oh, really?” His breath whispers across the side of my neck as he kisses all the way down to my collarbone. He pauses as his mouth catches on my scars. “Do you want to talk about the nest?”

I shake my head.

“Okay. Help me out of these clothes, then?”

“No, I have a better idea.” I surge up into his embrace and spin us around, reversing our positions. Rickon flops on his back, one hand thrown up above his head. He’s so beautiful, my pussy throbs, almost orgasming on the spot. I slide out of my three-quarter pants and peel his black jeans off. I gasp as the movement reveals his underwear.

“Holy shit, Rickon!”

He grins and lifts his hips to show off the black thong. I should have known Rickon wouldn’t half-ass his outfit today.

I swear again softly as I run my hands up his bare thighs, plucking at the narrow strings over his hips.

“See something you like, Biscuit?”

That bulge in the front calls to me. “Very much so,” I murmur, straddling him and carefully settling his hard-on against my covered pussy. Heat radiates between my thighs even through the thin layers of fabric.

Rickon slides his hands around my waist, thumbs toying with my hem.

“I’ll put your case—” Callisto catches sight of us and grabs the doorframe with a loud slam. “Oh, fuck me!” He reels and tenses. “So sorry! Didn’t mean to see.” With that he slides my suitcase into the room and slams the door closed.

I look down at Rickon to find he’s holding in a laugh while blushing. “That was fun,” I murmur with a giggle.

Rickon covers his eyes with one hand. “He doesn’t swear often either.”

I pop open his top buttons and loosen his shirt, although I can’t get it right off because of the corset. “Really?” I noticed Callisto speaks pretty formally but hadn’t understood why.

“Yeah, says he can’t risk it slipping out in court.”

“Makes sense.” I rub my hands across his beautiful skin above the corset and Rickon shivers. Lust demands I touch more, everywhere, and I gently grind my hips forward.

“Red,” he gasps as I brush across his cock. He likes it, his vanilla scent blooming across the room. “More,” he demands softly.

“Only if you put your hands above your head.”

His brows pop, and then he slides his hands up the bed.

“Good,” I murmur. I like when my alpha takes control, but the skeletons emerging from that nest linger too close to the surface for comfort today. I can’t risk feeling restrained or I’ll freak.

I lean over Rickon, balancing my weight on his shoulders while I thrust gently. “What do you think he’s doing right now?”

Rickon moans softly. “He’s got eyes, so probably waddling with a third leg.”

This guy cracks me up. I smile and press into his erection. “Is it a big third leg like yours?”

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