Page 49 of Wild Omega

She nods, and I’m lost, drowning in the huge soul reflecting through her eyes. “Yes, alpha.”

I bite down on a groan. “Keep calling me that, and I’ll come before the waitress even gets back.”

Red chuckles and drags her cheek down mine, marking me with her scent. “That’s the plan, alpha.”

Her pussy flexes around me and I clench my teeth to hold in a groan as she gives a tiny rock forward. I glance to my left. The other diners must know what we’re doing, and I feel them sneaking glances, gazes tingling like lasers.

“Eyes on me, Rickon,” Red says.

I obey immediately, letting out a sharp breath as she slides in my lap again.

She gazes down at me, eyes liquid with passion. “It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Ever. Just look at me.”

I nod and squeeze her waist, caressing the shape of her perfect fit. It’s easy to watch her, with the sunlight catching in her red hair, turning her into a fiery goddess. But not quite as easy to understand how she can disregard others’ opinions. Her lack of care for what others think is its own kind of wild freedom, and I crave it even more than the dripping pussy enveloping my cock.

A burning spasm runs through my body as she clenches me, over and over.

“Feeling good, alpha?” she whispers.

“So good.” I shake my head, even though I mean the opposite. I’m losing control of my body.

“Good enough to come?”

Fuck yes. The idea of filling her up with my cum makes my hips jerk upward. I blink fast, trying to rein in my sanity. I only just met her, but one whiff, one touch, and the world turned upside down.

My heart quivers. “Yes, my omega,” I reply. Her eyes light up, like no one’s ever called her that and I dig my fingers into her roots, dragging her face into the curve of my neck where my scent blooms strongest. “And if I’m coming, you’re coming too. Got that?”

“Yes, alpha,” she purrs, breath scalding my neck with each of her jagged gasps. My dick jumps inside her and she tenses.

“I’ve got you, Biscuit. Let it out.”

She shudders softly and that imperceptible obedience sends me over the edge. Heat throbs through my cock and I groan quietly into her hair as I come in thick spurts. We sit in silence for a minute, catching our breath.

The waitress brings a loaded tray to the table and glares at me. “You can’t be doing that here!”

I hold her angry gaze, my grip tightening protectively around my omega. The warmth emanating from Red’s body fills me with confidence. “My omega’s going into heat. Will you kindly wrap all that up for us to go?”

Feels more like I’m the one going into heat, the way my body all but purrs.

The woman’s gaze softens, and she glances at Red. “Sure.” She whisks the food away. So it’s true anything goes for an omega in heat.

Red sits up, her cheeks delightfully flushed. She smirks. “Look at you, lying through your teeth. And here I thought you were the honest type.”

I stroke hair back from her face so I can get a better look at the blush I put on her smooth skin. “Well, I didn’t say when you were going into heat, but it’ll happen sometime, right?”

Her smile vanishes, but as soon as I blink it’s back. “You sly thing.” She slaps my chest.

Did I imagine her negative reaction? Maybe I’ve pushed for too much. “Do you disapprove?” A sudden fear of losing her grips my lungs. I only want her to be happy and feel safe with me.

She grins. “No, it’s fine.”

I take her hand. “Come home with me, Red. This was exhilarating, but now I want to strip you down and inspect every inch of my omega.” My grip tightens and every bit of desperate longing for love, acceptance, and permanency I’ve ever desired coats my voice. “And stay. Stay forever?”

“Even if I’m high maintenance?”

I brush my thumb across her lower lip. “Even better. We’ll never be bored.”

She laughs and leans in for another kiss. “I’m yours, Rickon.”

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