Page 7 of His Innocent Omega
Becks
Running a hand over my face, I gave myself a moment to try to calm my racing libido. Goddess, I almost wished I wasn’t leaving in the morning. Hiseverythinghad gone straight to my cock.Fuck, the things I could do to this boy. But leave him I would.
Especially since I’d felt that zap of electricity between us when we had touched. Something he had seemed completely oblivious to. Searching his face, I had seen no recognition from him that he had known what it meant.
Fated mates.
Had he not felt the same thing I had the instant we had touched? Had he not felt an instantaneouspull, a shift in his world? Like everything I had felt was missing in my life was suddenly standing right in front of me, and all I had to do was reach out and grab it?
It was clear he hadn’t. Could it be that he didn’t know what it meant? Or was he choosing to ignore it, like I was planning to do?
To me it meant everything that I had never wanted was suddenly standing right in front of me.
I had once not believed in fated mates. Until Jamie had found his fated mate again, after years of being separated. And seeing his three brothers with their own fated mates, had made me believe that it wasn’t just folklore and fairy tales. But just because I was surrounded by couples who were fated didn’t mean I wanted it in my life.
I’d gone fifty years without finding my Fated, and I was happy with my life the way it was and didn’t feel the need to change it now.
Mate!My wolf howled, because he thought he knew best.
Nope, not for us.
Mate!He growled, agitated beneath my skin. I could feel him wanting to break loose.
No! Not for us! No! We are taking the out clause. We will have one night, and we will walk away and forget about him.
The answering huff was followed by a sad whine which I chose to ignore.
Thankfully, Fate had given fated mates what all the fairy tales and rumors liked to call an out clause. Which basically meant that you could walk away from your fated mate and be done with them. No harm, no foul. As long as you didn’t claim them, any bond–if started–could be easily broken. Since 187–since I wasn’t going to ask his name–didn’t appear to want to acknowledge ourfated status any more than I did, it would be easy for us both to part ways without any consequences.
Fate, being fate, never made things that easy and liked to stack the deck in her favor. Oftentimes, meeting your fated would throw the omega into heat, or even what some described as a mini-heat. Just enough of a heat that you might not recognize it for what it truly was, but enough to make the omega super fertile, ensuring a pregnancy occurred.
Since I had absolutely no interest in having pups of my own, I’d make sure I used a knotting condom, and I was really happy my shaving kit still had a bottle of spermicide tucked away in it. I always did everything I could to prevent an unwanted pregnancy and I didn’t plan tonight to be any different, fated mate or not.
If I had learned nothing from hanging out with Jamie and his family, it was that fatherhood wasn’t for me. I liked the kind of babies that you could hold for a few minutes then happily give back to their parents.
Tossing all thoughts of fated mates from my mind, I studied the beautiful young man in front of me. I’d gotten a good look at the door, but now I took him all in.
That hair of his held my attention and had from the moment I had opened the door and informed him that he was late. It fell to his shoulders in a mass of wild waves, just as I had predicted it would from his profile picture. It was a crazy mixture of light and dark browns, and a few softer blond strands mixed in. His eyes were big and hazel, as if they couldn’t decide to be green, or gray, or brown. When he first arrived they had been more green. Now, with a flush of sexual awareness on him, they were a stunning mixture of green swirled with gray. Like a storm over the ocean.
And,fuck, his lips. His bottom lip was full, and naturally juttedout in a little pout that was fucking adorable. It was red and plump, because he’d been chewing on it when I’d opened the door.
All I could think was how beautiful those lips would look wrapped around my cock. I wanted to fuck his mouth until he gagged on me. Until his eyes were tearing, he was covered in saliva and spit, and then I’d paint his face with my cum.
“What do you mean byeverything?” I questioned, looking up at him from my knees in front of him. I wanted to put him at ease. While he was tall, no doubt due to the fact that I could smell he was a giraffe shifter, I was a sizable guy. My size alone intimidated people. If I didn’t smile, my face was naturally stern looking. I didn’t smile a lot, mostly because I had two deep dimples in each of my cheeks, and when they came out I was no longer intimidating.
Dimples did not intimidate bad guys.
Jamie had seen my dimples once and had teased me mercilessly for days.
Running my hands up and down his naked flanks, I stroked his soft skin. His long, thin dick was right in front of my face, bobbing and I could smell all of him. The musk from his cock and his sweet omega scent made my mouth water. He smelled fruity, like summertime. Maybe I’d suck his dick and he could cover me inhiscum. I wouldn’t mind licking up every last drop of him.
“I…um…I…” He faltered, never saying any words that made a complete sentence. There was a bit of panic in those stormy eyes of his.
Because it’s what I naturally did, I took charge. “Would you like me to spank you?”
Heat flooded his eyes, his pupils dilating to near pinpricks ofdarkness. His breathing became shallow, his slim chest moving up and down rapidly. “Not out of punishment, but for pleasure? Because theyaredifferent.”
He nodded his head vigorously, those curls flying around his face.
