Page 20 of Such a Feisty Omega

“We need soundproofing like at the club,” he joked, “or you can gag me.”

Gag him? I didn’t have any bondage things immediately at hand, but I did have a way to do that. “You’re inspiring, omega.” I kissed him, trailing my lips over his cheek to his ear and biting down just hard enough to elicit a sharp intake of breath. “Let’s get you naked and on your knees so I can gag you with my cock.”

He choked on his next breath, but his heart rate ramped up and his hands went right to the hem of his shirt. “Yes, alpha.”

I batted them away. “You’re mine to unwrap.” I drew him to stand and piece by piece removed his garments, taking my time and kissing all the warm skin revealed. He was lean, as were many wolf omegas, but with a slight curve to his tummy that I found extra sexy. Who was I kidding? Everything about him was extra sexy. Unbuttoning his jeans, I tugged them down, remembering the last time I saw his rounded buttocks and the color I’d brought out in them. It was by no means the reddest I intended to see them, but I gave a few sharp slaps and admired the handprints left behind. “So sexy.” With all of his clothing removed, I pushed him to his knees and opened the front flap of my pants.

My cock jutted out, and I stood waiting.

Julian licked his lips. “May I suck you, sir?”

“Thank you for asking so nicely, omega. You may.” Cupping the back of his head, I helped him get into position and thenstroked his hair as he went to work to show me how deep he could take me into his throat. He lifted a hand and wrapped it around the base of my shaft, sucking and licking until I had to stop him. “I want to come inside your ass, omega mine, and you’re too good at this.”

I cupped him under his arms and lifted him to his feet then turned him to face the bed. “Hands and knees, omega.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Grab your cock, and show me how you jerk yourself off when you think of me.”

As he obeyed, his bottom in the air was too inspiring not to take advantage of in more ways than one, and I caressed the pale skin before drawing my palm back and renewing the handprints that had faded from earlier. His groan and shudder inspired me to continue, watching his cheeks redden as I spanked one side then the other, down to his vulnerable sit spots and back up again, one print covering another until I laid my palm on the center of one cheek and the heat throbbed against my hand. “You’re hot in all the best ways, omega.” His slick ran down his thigh, telling me how ready he was before I positioned my cock at his hole and thrust inside in one long, tight drive.

My groan came as he buried his face in a pillow and, hips jerking, came all over the bed. I drove into him again and again, holding his hips in place and telling him all the naughty things about him I liked best and what I wanted to do to him in the future. None of that helped me hold back, so I stopped trying and let go, spilling into his body while biting my lip to keep from shouting out my release. My knot swelled, bonding us, my fangs descended and I leaned down to sink them into his shoulder, marking my mate forever with my bite.

Knees wobbling, I withdrew my fangs from his flesh and licked the wound closed. My saliva would ensure the mark stayed true, and I rolled us to the side and scooted up so we werelying on the bed, my cockhead still holding us together while we regained our normal breathing pattern and drifted slowly off to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-One

Julian

I woke up in Andreas’ bed to the sounds of his running shower. As I stretched, groaning with little aches, I heard the water shut off and the sound of my alpha opening the glass door and stepping out.

“I hear your heart, mate. Good morning,” he called out from the bathroom.

“Good morning,” I said but made no attempt to move. His bed was too comfortable and warm. It had been a long time since I got such a good night’s sleep. Usually on my days off, I stayed up most of the night, mentally still working the late shift. Not last night, though there were several lovemaking sessions in the wee hours.

“I’m sorry I woke you, but Reed will be up soon. He’s starving when he wakes.” He came into the bedroom, scrubbing a towel through his wet hair. Another one was slung around his waist. If I thought we could be quick enough, I would’ve gotten up and licked every water droplet from his body. “Keep looking at me like that and we’ll be in trouble. He can get out of his toddler bed now.”

I laughed and got up and walked over to kiss him. “Maybe later, then.” After a quick shower, I changed into lounge pants and a hoodie that Andreas left on the bed, and I followed the noise to the kitchen where Reed was up and chattering. Some of what was being said was like another language, but my mate soaked it up. Nodding. Gasping. Reacting as though Reed was giving the speech of a lifetime.

Fatherhood made him ten times sexier.

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked.

“A little bit of everything. I didn’t know what you would like.”

Reed reached out from his booster seat.

“May I?” I asked, nodding my head in Reed’s direction. “I don’t want to interrupt your routine.”

“You aren’t. He’s eager to bond with you, it seems. His wolf reached out for mine a bit this morning. He needs all the love he can get.”

I walked over and Reed hopped up into my embrace. We walked over to the counter and watched Andreas cook up French toast, pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, and every other breakfast food I could imagine and then some.

“Do you like eggs?” I asked Reed. He had fistfuls of the borrowed hoodie.

“Eggies. Bacon.”

“Ah, you’re a meat guy. Carnivore to the core. How about pancakes?”

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