Page 77 of Wild Omega

He laughs and lifts his tear-streaked face. Crying must be the one kryptonite to his gorgeous looks, because he’s a total mess with puffy eyes and a red nose.

Rickon twists so he can lay his head in my lap but still look at me. “What do we do?”

I sigh and lean back. “They’re going to catch up to me eventually, especially now they’ve put my face on the news. When they do, I need you to come get me out of there. Scent matches should be together.”

“Agreed. I don’t have a lot to offer you, Red, but whatever I have is yours.” His hands dig through the cushions to circle my waist.

“Then that’s plenty.” The warmth of his contact settles deep in my core, as vibrant as his faith in me. I squirm as my leg gets pins and needles under his weight. “I’m all wet.”

Instead of letting go, he nuzzles into my stomach. “Want some help getting out of this?”

I chuckle as I stroke his silky hair. “Feels like you have intentions.”

He snorts. “Girl, I’ve had intentions since you first put this sexy suit on, and they got a ton more intense when you seduced Mr Yun.”

My attempt to smother a giggle totally fails. “That was pretty good, right?”

“Wanna know how good?”

The heat in his voice makes me shiver. I lick my lips. “Mm-hmm.”

Rickon grabs my hand and tucks it between his legs. A rock-hard boner strains against his pants. “That’s just from the memory.”

I press my lips together to hide my grin. “So, it was even harder before?”

“Yeah. You might be able to coax out a replay, though.” He pitches his hips forward to drag himself through my hand. All the warmth that’s been flooding my body comes to a boil and my skin suddenly feels overheated.

The alpha hesitates, eyes shuttering as he leans back. “I want you, but is this okay? I mean, your face is on the news, and the day’s been super stressful.”

I lean in and press my mouth to his. “I’m fine, Rickon. You’ll learn I don’t break so easily.”

Rickon deftly undoes my belt buckle and tilts me forward to reach the zip at my back. His cool hands on my skin make me shiver as he peels me out of the shoulder straps. The sequins clink softly together as the one-piece folds down my body.

My alpha purrs. That’s the only way to describe the husky rumble that rolls through his lips. “On your knees, Biscuit,” he orders softly, and I slide off the couch.

He drops his pants, the silver studs down the fabric glinting as they slip away. Rickon fists himself, eyes fixed hungrily on me. “You need to take responsibility for this, Red.”

I nod and he slides his satin tip across my cheek.

“Open.”

I’ve never had cock in my mouth. It was never necessary for producing haze. I open obediently, loving the intensity rolling off him along with his thickening scent. “Yes, alpha.”

He swears softly under his breath before pressing into my mouth. Slowly he slides across my tongue, letting us both adjust. I feel overfull and nervous about grazing him with my teeth.

“Relax,” he murmurs, one hand sliding into my hair. Gently he tilts my head back a fraction and then everything fits. On my knees and hemmed in on both sides, I’m at his mercy, but no fear rises to choke me. This is Rickon, who placed all his faith in me, even after learning the truth. I seal my lips and suck experimentally.

Rickon groans. “That feels so good, Biscuit.”

I’ll have to ask about that nickname one day, but right now all I need is to suck, working his tip deeper into the back of my mouth as I get more confident. Being filled this way sparks a tingling kind of desperation deep in my chest that works its way outward to my skin. It’s dirty and raw, needy and feral. And what uncaps the whole mess is that fucking purr vibrating through my alpha.

Slick drips down my thighs.

His hand tenses on the back of my head, driving me deeper onto his cock. “Shit, Red, don’t stop.” He groans, heavy and thrilling.

I choke and he lets off immediately, shutting down the bad memories threatening to surface. I have no reason to fear now; with Rickon I’m as safe as I can possibly be. I try again, taking him deep into my throat and forcing myself not to gag.

“Oh, fuck, girl!” His thighs quiver under my palms and he thrusts forward. “I’m coming, Red. Don’t lose a drop.”

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