Page 8 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

Gods. It was like being back in high school.

One graceful eyebrow arched. “Protocol? I mean, I guess there’s only protocol around heats and ruts. For the rest, everyone does whatever. We’re a pretty open bunch. Why?”

Seth looked over at me from his spot on the coffee table.He knows why. He’s just being a dick.

Caden stuck out his foot and nudged Seth off the edge of the coffee table. “No one asked you.”

Seth landed with a huff and trotted away.Fine. The kittens are better company anyway.

“You were saying?” Caden prompted me. He had that knowing look again but didn’t seem at all inclined to make this any easier for me.

Nerves churned my stomach. “I’m not good at this.”

“Good at what?” He turned to fully face me, looking gorgeous as sin as he waited for my answer.

“Seth’s right.” I laughed. “I know you’re not that oblivious.”

Caden offered a sultry smile and picked up my hand in his. He brought it to his lips, where he pressed a kiss to my knuckles. “I already told you I’m at your service, but I want you to know what you’re asking for. I’ll fulfill any desire, but you have to ask first.”

Gods. It was a fucking wonder I didn’t spontaneously combust. The spot his lips had touched was burning and my pussy clenched in anticipation of having that mouth even closer. He traced patterns against my wrist and I fought down the urge to squirm.

“I’ve got all night to wait for your tongue to untie itself.”

I looked at him helplessly, willing him to take pity on me. My skin was so hot. I was going to melt at this rate and he kept touching me innocently while looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

Come on, Logan. Say words. Blurt it the fuck out.

“It seems so crude to ask to have sex.” I cringed, wanting to bury myself under the couch cushions.

Caden laughed. “Oh, no. What’s crude is how much I’ve thought about that this evening.”

Another of those embarrassingly needy sounds escaped. I had no idea who the hell had introduced omega stuff to my family’s history, but I’d like to have some serious words with them about how ridiculous it was making me right now. I was a grown-ass woman. I didn’t salivate like this overmen. Alphas were apparently another story.

“Put yourself in my hands and I’ll make sure we both have a good time.” He grinned, cheeky and gorgeous.

I inched forward, crossing the small distance of the couch cushion between us. My weight tipped me into him as my hands sank into the fabric. He caught me easily and put his forehead to mine.

Caden was barely an inch from my mouth when I blurted out, “You don’t have a spiky cat peen, do you? I don’t want my bits shredded.”

He burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking as he pulled away to collect himself. “No spikes, I promise. It’s not the same as a human cock, though.”

“What’s different?”

“It’s all bonus features.” He tugged me back and nipped at my mouth. “You’re more than welcome to find out firsthand.”

“I can do that. I need kisses first.”

“Ask me.”

I let out a soft moan. “Gods, okay. Kiss me. Fuck me. Take me apart so I stop feeling like I’m going to incinerate on this couch.”

Caden dipped in, his fingers curling around the back of my head. The spark of his mouth on mine sent a rush of electricity that rocked me down to my toes. The swell of desire tried to drag me under and I let myself fall into it. I leaned in with a moan and pressed a hand to his shoulder, following that urge from the dinner table to climb right into his lap. My fingers cradled his cheeks, dark stubble teasing my hands.

His free arm snared me around the waist and pressed me down, giving me a taste of what kind of weapon he was packing under those sweatpants. I needed to get better acquainted with the interesting textures. He growled against my lips and my clit pulsed, goosebumps leaping up as a skittering of fear amped me up.

Oh,well. I liked that a fucking lot.

I pulled away, steadying myself on his shoulders. “Is that a shifter thing or a you thing?”

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