Page 81 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

“Let’s get some food. Do you want to hang out with some coffee while I do a grocery run or should we hit up a restaurant?”

You’d let me stay here with her alone?

Caden’s gaze laser-focused on me.I trust you.

The words sucker-punched me and left me breathless. Caden’s trust was something I’d barely let myself dream of having again.

“I’m cool with whatever,” said Logan.

“Hold down the fort with Seth,” Caden said. “There’s a store we passed about ten minutes away, so I won’t be long. Eggs, bacon, and hash browns? Anything else?”

“Toast and peanut butter?” Logan asked hopefully. “And strawberries!”

“You’ve got it.” He gave her a long, indulgent kiss, and the smile on his face as he pulled away was the most tender I’d ever seen on him. “The coffee is fresh. Keep the doors locked while I’m gone, and call if you need anything.”

“Roger that.” Logan beamed at him.

She stayed in bed with me as he ventured out and closed the door behind him. When the car started outside, she snuggled into my chest, absolutely obliterating every coherent thought.

“Good morning.” Her head popped back up and she gave me a quick peck on the lips that restarted my overloaded brain.

I dove in, turning that peck into a slow, delicious makeout that had me pressing her down into the mattress, devouring each perfect squeak and moan as I settled on top of her. Gods, I hoped Caden never wanted to go back to before. I didn’t think I could handle never being able to touch Logan again.

She squeezed my ass and wiggled her thighs apart so I could sink between them. There were too many pants in the way. Logan gasped against my lips as I ground against her.

I was torturing us both and I couldn’t stop. I shouldn’t be hopping on her the second Caden’s back was turned, but holy shit did I want to. How could I be this close to her and not want everything?

My stomach roared like a fucking train and Logan laughed against my mouth.

“How about some coffee to tame that beast?”

I sighed and let my weight rest on her. “I guess that would be smart.”

Logan patted my ass to ask me to climb off and I rolled to the side, my dick tenting my pajamas like I had a fucking circus in my pants.

She gave me a mischievous smirk. “Want some help with that?”

“You ask that like I’m even remotely capable of saying no.”

Sparks turned my brain into a smoldering crisp as she snatched my waistband and yanked it down, leaning forward in one smooth motion to suck my dick straight into the back of her throat.

The sound I let out wasn’t manly. I’m not sure it was even a sound humans were supposed to make. The vibration of her amused, humming laughter as she pulled away slightly had shocks of pleasure radiating up my spine.

She wrapped a hand around me, her bold, confident strokes setting out to undo me with an efficient ruthlessness that didn’t even let me fuckingbreathe. I tried not to think about how she’d have practiced to get this good, but luckily her tongue did some wicked, hot curls around me and melted those thoughts away.

One hand clung to the sheets, the other held her hair so tight she squeaked, but didn’t relent a bit. She popped her ass in theair a little higher as she took me in all the way again. I made that crazed, pitiful sound once more. A begging prayer to the universe.

My lungsburned. It was impossible to catch my breath and she just kept fucking going. Up and down, in firm, torturous gliding twists. Tension coiled painfully tight in my gut and with one more glorious slide of her mouth, I burst. I groaned so loud it was a damn good thing we had no neighbors. My ass clenched, lifting my hips as she drank me down, every drop disappearing into her throat.

She pulled away with an audiblepopand licked her lips.

“Sweet fucking hell.” I melted into the mattress, incapable of thought or movement. “Lo…that was…”

“Incredible?” She grinned. “I pride myself on my ability to suck a person’s soul out through their cock.”

I laughed shakily, waiting for my heart to stop racing. Logan stretched out next to me, and I somehow found the strength to wrap my arm around her.

“We should get stuff ready for breakfast so we can cook when Caden gets back. I’mstarving.”

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