Page 25 of His Unicorn Alpha
I shifted my hold on his hips to cup his fleshy, hairy ass cheeks, and I must have made a choked off sound of surprise when my fingers dipped into his crack and found wetness.
For a moment, so lost in how much I was enjoying myself, I had forgotten that he was an omega.
Myomega.
Mypregnantomega.
Before I could register what I was doing, I pulled all the way off his cock with a slurp and, sliding my fingers further between his cheeks until I was teasing his hole, declared, “I want to be inside you.”
He widened his stance as best he could, constricted by the jeans around his ankles. “Fuck, yes,” he practically pleaded. “I want that so badly. Fill me up, darling.”
I didn’t know just how full he would feel, but I was beginning to believe that fate —the universe— had paired us together for a reason. That was probably my mother’s influence finally getting to me, but everything else seemed to be pointing towards our connection being evenly matched, so why would this be any different?
I stood up and glanced around the room, not wanting our first time to be on the boardroom-style table. He deserved better than that. Ideally, I should try and sneak him up to the guest room I had been staying in, but I knew there was a literal horde of shifters in Ollie and Beck’s living room and that would make things awkward.
At least at that moment, they probably just assumed we were talking things out. None of them had any reason to believe I wouldn’t freak out about Brandt’s news —assuming they all knew about it— and this space was soundproofed. It was like Pandora’s box.
Hey, that sounds kind of naughty…
I blinked and forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Sometimes, I swore I had the mind of a teenager. How on earth could I be a good match for a man literally hundreds of years my senior?
After weighing up my options, I decided that the rolling office chairs would work better than the table. They were the fancy kind with the arm rests that could be lifted up, which meant that if I sat down, Brandt could comfortably straddle me with his legs draped over the sides of the seat. And, hopefully, with him on top, the angle might get me a bit deeper inside him.
I kissed him again, then helped him out of his shirt while he toed off his boots and jeans. I slid out of my sneakers, too. Then he tugged my shirt up and over my head, and I swallowed when his fingers popped the button of my jeans.
“Stop overthinking. You will be perfect because you’re you,” he murmured, his dark eyes locked on mine. “I promise.”
Before I could tell him that he couldn’t actually be sure of that promise, he was shoving my pants down and his big, warm hand was wrapped around my cock. As desperately as I wanted to look, I knew I’d feel self-conscious seeing the unimpressive length dwarfed by his large palm.
The universe wouldn’t match you with him if it wasn’t right.
“OhGod.” I exhaled shakily, wondering how a simple, dry hand job could feel so good. “Sugar, I’m going to get addicted to your touch.”
“I am going to become addicted to that endearment,” he rumbled into my ear before he returned to nuzzling my neck. His beard added a scratchy, ticklish sensation which was driving me wild. “Please don’t stop.”
I checked behind me before I sat down, tugging him with me. The chair rolled with our momentum, coming to a stop against the wall at my back. I let out a grunt, clutching at Brandt’s hips to steady him, even though he had reflexes enough to splay hishands against the wall to prevent toppling down over me and the chair.
I moved the armrests up, opening up the sides of the chair before I tapped my palm on my bare thigh.
He stared down at me, a wry smile twisting one side of his goatee before he snorted. “I could make a joke about riding a horse right now.”
I laughed, loving his corny sense of humor. “Giddy up, sugar,” I encouraged, then sucked in a breath as he did exactly what I’d asked him to.
With his solid legs splayed out over my hips, he lowered himself down onto my cock, and I slid inside his slick, welcoming heat as his ass cheeks came to rest on the tops of my thighs.
“Oh…fuck…” My head fell back, resting on the chair’s padded leather headrest. “Fuck, Brandt…you feel amazing.”
And he did. He was warm, slick, andtight. When he hummed in agreement and bounced experimentally, clenching around me, I practically saw stars.
“Micah…” his voice was rough and needy, his breath hitching as he started to ride me in earnest, “You…you feel…”
“I know.” I closed my eyes, recalling far too many attempts to please the omegas of my pack before I gave up. I wriggled my hand between us to squeeze and stroke his erection, determined to give him some kind of pleasure. “But I’ll make it good for you, sugar, I—”
This time, he did growl. The sound startled me enough that my eyes flew open, and I had to blink a few times to process what I was seeing. His face was contorted into a scowl, but it was the dark red scales erupting around his hairline which really had my attention.
“I swear,” he ground out in a dark, gravelly tone, though he wasn’t stopping his movement, “I will track down each and everyman who has made you feel inadequate, and I will eat them, because” —he paused to whimper and rock his hips, just as his cock dribbled precum in my hold and extra slick escaped from his hole to drip down my balls— “you. feel. phenomenal.” Each final word was punctuated with a sharp bounce in my lap.
Oh, Gods, I’m going to come.
