Page 48 of Wild Omega

Every cell in my body comes alive, tuned to her like lightning rods. If she’s teasing me, it might be unbearable, but if she really intends to sit on my cock in this public place, what the fuck am I gonna do about it?

Nothing.

If this woman wants to strip me naked and make me walk down the street, I’ll do it in a heartbeat, so long as I can keep my gaze on her.

She massages my cock. “How would you feel if I hypothetically slid this inside my pussy?”

“Amazing,” I murmur, my voice breaking. “I’m so hot for you, Red.” I lick my tongue over my parted lips, watching the way her gaze latches onto the movement like a lioness on the hunt. “Do—do you want me to take you home?”

Why am I afraid she’ll say yes? I’ve never considered myself an exhibitionist.

Red smirks at me. “Yes, but not yet.”

Fuck! Her teasing slides down my spine like lightning and gets my balls clenching with need. She lifts her body, and I grab her hips to steady her as she reaches under her skirt. All hypotheses fly out the opaque window as she presses down onto me with a soft brush of hair and folds. And wetness. So much wetness I slide right in like we’re an oiled lock and key designed for each other.

“Red—” My throat locks up and I can’t say a word, only sit quivering, caught by this tigress.

Her eyes shutter, and her body relaxes into me with a soft sigh. “There’s home.”

Tears lump in my throat. I’m someone’s home? Never thought I’d hear that. I press on her back to fold us together, reaching for her mouth.

Someone clears their throat nearby. “Are you ready to order?”

I’m too dazed to answer, but Red draws back from our kiss and wipes the corner of her smudged lips with a smirk. “Yeah, we’re ready to order the whole house, Jackie girl,” she drawls in a put-on accent.

I blink as Red grins down at me. She just quoted a line from one of my favorite movies.

The omega shrugs and waggles her eyebrows, her voice softening to normal. “Or maybe not the whole house today. I’ll have a latte. What do you want, alpha?”

My cock twitches, and her smirk deepens. Minx. Hellcat. Tiger.

Queen.

“Lemonade, thanks. And two of today’s special gluten-free cake.”

The server eyes us with a frown but simply takes down the order and walks away. I let my head fall back with a gasp. We just ordered off the menu while having sex!

“You’re something else, girl,” I murmur. “Wild.”

She smirks at me, clearly enjoying this. “You haven’t seen anything yet, alpha.”

I spasm, and she leans on my shoulders, dropping her lips near my ear. “Alpha. Alpha. Alpha.” Fuck, she’s playing me like a fiddle. Honed in on what gets me going already.

We’re thrusting without even moving our bodies, every word gripping me as tightly as if it were her hand. This woman knows me better than I know myself, and we’ve only just met.

She chuckles. “Soda with cake? Seems an odd choice.”

“Mm-hmm,” I gasp out, delicious heat churning through me. “I burned my throat on a too-hot coffee years ago. Been wary ever since.” Just like my body’s burning now under her weight, making me hyperconscious of the way we press together.

She talks so calmly while covering my cock. Is the world not exploding around her like it is for me? Well, it doesn’t even matter if she wants to use me. I can handle that.

Red grips my chin. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”

“Don’t what?” I ask warily.

She tilts her head and purses her lips. “You don’t have to wear a mask around me.”

I gaze up into her blue-gray eyes, incredulous. Someone who’ll accept me as I really am? I must’ve been hit by a bus on my way to the cafe and woken up in the afterlife. My hand moves like I’m possessed to take a lock of her red hair between my fingers. “Promise?”

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