Page 10 of Ember

We were broken. Broken and together, but not what the world seemed to want from omegas.

I didn’t care. If this was all my life had for me, I would call myself lucky. It was easy when this amazing, vivacious woman came home to me every day.

Ember rubbed her face on my chest, peeling my shirt up. “Nice choice on the sweats.”

“Wore them for you.” I groaned as she dragged her tongue over my bare skin.

“Someone trying to get laid?” She grinned, her face filled with pure joy.

I put my hand on her chin and tilted her face up so I could look directly in her eyes. “With you? Always.”

She leaned up and stole my mouth in a kiss. My tongue wound rubbed against hers, and she fought me for control. I wasn’t sure if she wanted the competition or the surrender.

I’d give her both. My omega deserved the heavens and more.

I moved my hands to the sides of her face, and I held her firmly, plunging my tongue inside her mouth. She squirmed, straddling my hips. I hissed when she pressed herself against me. I pushed up, grinding into her.

Knowing she wanted to stop kissing the second before it registered, I pulled away. Her lips were red and swollen, her expression glazed over. She pulled her shirt over her head, and I cupped her breasts before she could finish. They were firm and heavy in my hands, and I couldn’t get enough of rolling my thumbs against the lacy fabric of her bra.

“West,” she whimpered. She grabbed for my pants, trying to move them down, but her hands kept jerking. Her lemon vanillascent grew sweeter and sweeter until the room smelled like lemon and cream, and the urge to taste her was so strong.

Then her hands were inside my sweats, stroking my cock, and I gasped. My body lit on fire, heat boiling under my skin. She squeezed me, stroking the head, and then gently moved her hand down my shaft again. I arched into her touch.

I pulled her pants down, and she wiggled her butt, shimmying out of her clothes. She climbed back onto me and hovered over me.

I arched up into her as she slid onto my cock, and we both gasped. She was slick, wet heat. Pure bliss.

She pressed against my chest, rolling her hips in a slow grind. It was sweet torture, but I could make her climb higher. I dragged my teeth along her neck, nibbling the place right under her chin.

She whined, and I thrust up into her. She moaned, bracing on my shoulders, and I felt the moment she shifted from wanting to be in control to letting me take over.

So I did.

I gripped her hips hard enough for her to feel a slight sting and thrust up into her. She yelped, and I did it again, harder and harder until her thighs were shaking and she was holding on to me for dear life.

Her pussy was warm and clenched around me each time like she was trying to suck me in. I considered getting the inflatable knot toy, but I didn’t want to stop.

I bit her shoulder, avoiding a small knot of scar tissue that we’d found out the hard way hurt. I pressed her down as I moved up and she exploded, the orgasm making her squeeze me like a vise. I groaned, coming myself. Ember collapsed against my chest, her red hair a riot around her shoulders.

I stroked her shoulders softly, her body still quaking. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to go again, probably because she wasn’t sure herself.

She nuzzled my chest, shifting her weight so she was between me and the couch. I pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and covered both of us, holding her close.

She licked my shoulder, leaving little nuzzling kisses as she went. “I got to hold Poppy today.”

I grunted, acknowledging her statement.

“I know I’ll get used to it but seeing her makes me realize exactly how much our parents are missing out on.”

Ember’s fears, laid bare. She’d said something similar before, and I’d comforted her the best I could. I didn’t know what it was like to love your parents so much you still felt the loss ten years later. “They would be proud of you.”

“I know.” She sighed, pushing her face into my neck. My own honey and milk scent mingled with her lemon cake until they were one. She breathed deep. “I miss them anyway.”

I stroked my hand down her back. “No one expects you to not miss them.”

“It’s hard to talk about. Like I’m making my family sad.”

“It’s okay to be sad sometimes.” I kissed her shoulder.

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