Page 76 of The Rejected Omega

“Connor.”

“Mhmm?” he mumbles around a mouthful of flesh.

“This doesn’t mean anything. This—this is a temporary solution.”

His eyes are hard when he nods. He wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifts me. My back slides up the wall, and he spreads me open, hooking my calves over his shoulders.

He’s supporting all my weight, and I’m spread open before him like a lewd feast.

“You smell so. Fucking. Good.”

He stares at my pussy, eyes heavy-lidded. I’m dying for him to put his mouth on me again. Slick dribbles from my opening, long and stringy. He catches it on his tongue then chases the strand back up, till the wet of his tongue meets my opening.

I writhe in his grip, sinking my hands into his hair.

He licks a wide stripe up my core, then buries his face in my pussy, nosing at my clit as he licks up my slick. He laps at me eagerly, sucking up every drop. When he’s temporarily cleaned me to his satisfaction, he focuses in on my clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

I shake and buck in his arms, riding his face with all my weight, and he growls low in his throat.

I grind his face against me where I need it most, and the sloppy sounds of him lapping me up drive me crazy.

“Come for me, mate.”

I fucking love it when he calls me that. His words send me over the edge. I quake in his arms, and he hums against my pussy in approval.

The orgasm high fades sharply. I still feel empty inside, won’t be fully sated until I’m stuck on his knot.

He slides my thighs off his shoulders, then catches them and wraps them around his waist. He stands up with me clinging to him and carries me to my bedroom, one large hand gripping my bare asscheek. I want him to slide his fingers inside me. I need to be filled.

I bury my face in his neck and nuzzle his mating gland, all red and swollen and angry looking.

Connor’s fingers dig into my skin. I need him to taste like me, smell like me. Make it unmistakable that he’s mine. I have to claim him.

His knees nearly buckle when I lay my teeth against his gland.

He sweeps into my bedroom, growling in pleasure when he sees the makeshift nest I was preparing in a hazy frenzy before he arrived.

“Did you make this for us, baby? A nest for me to knot you in?”

I nod against his neck, and he purrs in satisfaction.

We’re both peeled back to our baser selves now, biology and instinct laid bare. There’s no more pretense between us.

“Good omega. I’ve been waiting so long to knot you. To feel you spasming around me while I fill your cunt with cum.”

He closes his eyes and blinks hard, then shakes his head like he’s trying to shake the rut for a moment. “Can’t—no condoms?—”

My omega is displeased at the idea that he doesn’t want to pup me, but she’s an irrational animal operating on instinct. Family planning isn’t high on her list of concerns.

“It’s okay. Kanata said I’m not likely to be fertile again for a while, while my system recovers from the suppressants.

Connor snarls at that, then takes a deep breath. “Sorry. My alpha doesn’t like the idea that I can’t get you pregnant.”

I trail a hand down his chest. “Then pretend you can.”

Heats are deeply intertwined with alpha biology. He’ll be obsessed with keeping as much of his cum in me as he can, whether or not a pregnancy is actually possible.

He lets me down slowly, and I slide past his rigid erection.

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