Page 56 of Wild Omega

He’s right. The truth’s written in his pale green eyes fixed on me like I’m the only person left in the universe. A strange feeling since I know he has someone else in his heart, but that feels natural too. He’s too beautiful and pure to cherish only one love.

His smooth skin warms mine, and I feel a compulsion to move closer. Rickon stiffens as my scent thickens with arousal.

“We’re not in public now,” I murmur, holding his gaze. “You don’t have to hold back.”

He swallows thickly, and it’s like someone else steps into his skin. Someone with intensity. “You should be careful with your words.”

I thought Rickon was an innocent type, but things I don’t know about my alpha lurk behind his boyish smile, and I want to discover them all. “I don’t know the meaning of the word careful, alpha.”

Rickon shifts on the couch, all his attention homing in on me. “Anything goes?”

I scoff. “I just met my scent match. I’m not interested in limits.” The teasing line from an Alpha Spy movie slips through my lips before I’ve thought about it, followed by a twinge of worry. But I shove it aside. Things will be different now I have a soul mate.

“Fuck, Red.” Rickon breathes out my name like it’s a magic spell, then drops a cushion to the floor and kneels. Seems he plans to be there for a while. A vibration runs through his throat, a purring noise that makes my breath catch. His alpha presence might be buried deep, but it exists all right.

Rickon takes my ankle and lifts it to his lips, kissing the tender skin. Prickles of electric heat gather under his touch. His thumbs press into my flesh as he works his way up my leg, gently lifting my hem over my knees. He pauses at the top of my shin. “Since the moment you walked into that cafe, my axis shifted, Red. I think I was born to be your alpha.”

I slide my hands through his glossy white hair. “And what are you doing on your knees?”

“Worshiping,” he replies immediately. “Putting you on a pedestal so high up that when I ruin you, the fall will make you shatter.”

The molten gold of his words burns through my brain, dragging a tremor from my lips. I’ve been fucked, I’ve been ruined, but I’ve never been adored. “Do it.”

His eyes shutter slowly, and then he surges up to unzip my sundress. He murmurs as he peels the sides open, baring me for inspection.

“So beautiful.” Energy quivers through him and he grabs the back of my neck, dragging me down to meet him for a scorching kiss. Freed of societal restrictions, he doesn’t hold back, his tongue questing for mine and teeth dragging across my lips.

“You know you’re gorgeous, don’t you?” he asks, broken breath burning across my cheeks.

“I do.”

“Good. Hold on to that thought because I want to know if you taste as good as you look.” Rickon drags on my thighs, dumping me sideways on the couch. I gasp as he licks straight through my damp pussy. His thumbs peel me open and his tongue slips in, exploring every rise and fall.

I whimper, pressure building through my hips.

“Doing so well, Biscuit,” he mouths against my skin, dragging me even closer. “Cheesecake has nothing on you.” His words send a hot pulse spiking through me and I spasm. I’m his new favorite flavor.

He licks around my sweet spot, sending lightning shooting everywhere. I whimper and buck my hips.

“You’re mine now, Red.” His hot breath gusts over my slick folds, making me whine. “I’ll give you my everything, and in return you’ll be mine, and you’ll come on demand.”

Fuck me! Another hot spasm shakes my body.

His fingers dig tighter into my skin. “Am I understood?”

“Yes, a-alpha.” My shattered breathing makes it hard to talk.

“Good girl.” His tongue dives deep into my burning pussy and I tighten my knees around his head on instinct, holding that sweet sensation in place with a promise I’ll never let him go.

“Prove it,” he rasps out.

I moan and thrust my hips against his face instinctually. “How, alpha?”

He lifts his head to catch my gaze, thumbing my clit. His pale green eyes burn with lust. “Come for me.” He plunges two fingers inside and crooks them, setting me on fire.

I shout as I’m filled to the brim, energy exploding inwards. A shiver runs through my body and then I break open. His fingers continue to thrust and instead of coming down from the high, I’m thrown into a new place.

I shiver uncontrollably. “Rickon,” I cry, feet slipping on the couch as I look for purchase.

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