Page 25 of His Sassy Omega
Would he take his time licking my dick the way he was licking his fingers?
I wanted him.
I wanted him in me.
Now.
I didn’t care about anything else. Nothing. I wanted to sweep the remains of the tasting tray onto the floor, strip off my clothes, and climb on top of the table, face first and ass presented.
To this alpha. Tomyalpha.
I shook my head, breaking the sexual haze that had come over me. Where the fuck had those thoughts and feelings come from?
He wasnotmy alpha, and never would be.
Fate could go suck it.
I watched him take a deep breath, watched his nostrils flare. He could smell me, I knew it. Smell my slick, smell my need. He was an alpha, and he was a wolf. There was no way he couldn’t smell the pheromones my body was pouring out in waves or the slick that was making a puddle in the chair beneath me. My jeans were soaked through with it.
He stood, took one step, and was in front of me. His legs were long, so long, and I had to look up to see his face. It was nice looking up, instead of down for once. I didn’t even mind that he made me feel small, yet somehow cherished. Not weak, like I always imagined it would.
He put one long arm on the back of my chair, and one on the table, looming over me. I breathed deeply, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, taking a deep drag of his scent in. Citrus and musk, and what I knew was justLachlan. It was intoxicating and gave me a slightly drunk feeling.
His nostrils flared, his eyes at half-mast. “You smell like cookies. Chocolate chips, toffee, and sugar,” he whispered, his breath brushing my ear, moving my curls slightly. “With just a touch of cinnamon, and I want to lick every inch of you.”
I shuddered, my eyes closing, and his teeth scraped down my neck. It should have made me jump, his mouth on me, but it didn’t. His teeth came to rest over my scent gland. I could feel it throbbing, slightly swollen.
My mating gland.
One bite from his sharp teeth, and he’d claim me.
My body shook, but not in revulsion at the thought. In anticipation? I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I wasn’t thinking clearly. I’d never wanted that. To be mated. I’d never felt the things he made me feel for anyone until tonight. He made me feel all these things, and a thousand more, and he’d done it with barely touching me.
I was on fire, sure my skin would burst into flames any second. My skin was blazing, too tight, my stomach fluttering and swirling, my heart pounding in my chest.
His teeth pushed against my gland, and I should have jerked away, slapped him, told him no.
What I should not have done was shout in my head,“Fuck yes! Yes, do it!”Thankfully, those words didn’t pass my dry lips. Lachlan pulled back sharply as if realizing what he was about to do, before biting down. My eyes fluttered open, meeting his.
His blue orbs were glued to my lips, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom one. He leaned forward, nipped my bottom lip, always so full and pouty, and caught it with his teeth. Scraped it, then released it, with just enough pressure to sting, but not hurt. I felt that nip all the way down my cock, and the heat in me ramped up another degree.
I was burning up, from the inside out, and I wanted more.
More bites, more of him.
More skin, and less clothes.
I moaned from my gut, filthy and raw, filling the room with sound. Instead of pushing back from him, shoving him away, I sprang forward. I surged to my feet, slamming my body into him, my lips latching onto his.
I wanted to wrap myself around him.
Arms, legs, everything, everywhere.
I needed to bury myself in him and have him be buried deep inside me, until I felt him up in my throat. I felt empty inside, my hole fluttering. I ripped at the buttons of his shirt. I couldn’t seem to get my fingers to work, still kissing him. Our tongues tangled together, licking and sucking, tasting and feeling. Teeth gnashed against each other.
It was wet and rough and dirty. The kiss held no finesse, but it was absolute perfection.
I growled, frustrated with my useless fingers, and Lachlan growled too, pushing himself away a little and ripping his shirt open. The buttons flew everywhere, and the ping of them hitting my floor turned me on even more.
