Page 42 of His Sassy Omega
He moaned, a sound from deep in his throat, and I moaned with him. Fuck he was big. I loved how his thick cock stretched me, the stinging burn perfect. Those moans that kept spilling from his mouth, raspy and deep. God, I was drunk on them. Each time he made the dirty sounds, it ramped my desire up higher. I made him make those sounds. I wanted to make him sound like that all the time.
Lachlan had his head thrown back, neck tight, arms pulling the ropes tightly. Muscles flexed beneath me, sweat beaded his skin. He was primal in his need, breath-stealing with his sheer beauty.
“You feel so good in my ass,” I groaned, letting myself adjust to him. I was so full. I could feel him everywhere. “So big, stretching me so wide. I’m going to feel you into next week.”
“Your ass is so tight, baby,” he whispered, eyes slit in the glow of the lamp. “So hot around me. Like hot lava around my cock.”
I’d never liked pet names, but falling from his lips they made me feel cherished. I moved then, raising myself up and sliding down on his length. His hips thrust up, as mine slid down. A few more of that, and then I shifted, moving the angle of his cock inside me, and he nailed my prostate straight on.
My vision whited out, and I saw stars. I rode him, his hips bucking wildly beneath me. I braced my hands on his broad chest, my fingers tangling in his thick, silky chest hair, holding on for dear life.
“Fuck!” I shouted. “Right there!”
My thighs were clenched tight around him, my muscles straining as I bounced myself on him, hard and fast. His hands were flexing, and I reached up and pulled on the knot, freeing him myself. I wanted his hands on me. I needed those big hands on me, grabbing me, bruising me.
Marking me as his.
He grabbed me around my waist, using hands and bulging biceps, to bounce me up and down on his cock to the rhythm he set. I didn’t care who was leading this show any longer. I hung on and enjoyed the ride. My spine tingled, my ass filled with him, my prostate getting pegged on every thrust.
“Gonna come!” I screamed. His hand wrapped around my dripping cock. Pumping me, once, twice. I sprayed all over his chest and beyond,for the second time that night. My cum dripped off his chin onto his chest, and I leaned down and licked it, swallowing my own release.
Lachlan shoved me down on his cock with a bruising force, hard, holding me there. I felt his knot swell. He moved me up, down, up, like a rag doll. His knot caught my rim, locking us together. He shuddered beneath me, and let out a deep, raw groan. My insides filled with his blazing spunk.
I collapsed on his chest, my legs trembling, not caring that I was laying in the mess I’d made on him. I barely felt him gently push my legs down, so I was stretched out on top of him, locked with him.
His big hands massaged my shoulders, down my spine, over my ass, and up again. Our breathing was harsh, filling the room with the only sound. Both of us gulped in air, until our breathing quieted, evened out, and we both fell asleep, Lachlan still inside me.
I don’t know how much time had passed when I woke up, but I was being petted, long fingers stroking through my silky fur. It made me arch my back, and a purr rumbled from my throat.
What the fuck?
I knew before I opened my eyes that I had shifted in my sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. It hadn’t ever happened when I’d been sleeping next to someone. I had only ever shifted in my sleep when I was completely relaxed and comfortable in my surroundings.
Lachlan’s hand was lightly stroking my black fur. I instantly shifted back into human form and saw that he was sound asleep. He’d been stroking me in his sleep, his lips turned up in a small smile. I had liked him petting me. I take that back. I loved it.
It scared the hell out of me. I felt like my world had been turned upside down, from the minute our hands had touched, and sparks had flown. This man was making me want things I’d never let myself want before.
I didn’t believe in the whole fated mates thing, but something had happened between us from that first touch that I couldn’t deny. His scent, his touch, just him being near me, made me feel alive. Made me feel, for the first time, that maybe I’d been missing something I hadn’t known was missing. Making me feel like he was that missing piece.
It was as if something had shifted in me that day, all my pieces just seemed tofit, and my brain had whispered,“Oh, it’s you. There you are.”
I didn’t have time for any of this nonsense, and I didn’t want it. I needed to just nip this in the bud before this craziness went any farther. Before one of us got hurt.
Before you get hurt, I told myself, sighing.
I glanced at the clock. Two a.m. I had no idea what time we had fallen asleep, but he needed to go. Letting him stay the night was a bad idea. He’d think we were dating or something. One date did not a mate make. Letting any of this continue was a bad idea.
I wasn’t what he wanted in a mate. I knew that.
He wanted a partner that I just couldn’t be. He wanted the stay-at-home omega, and the have-all-the-babies omega. That wasn’t ever going to be me, and there wasn’t anything Fate could do to make me change my mind. Not even shoving a six-foot-five, mouth-wateringly sexy wolf in my lap, who ate ass like a God.
The sex was fantastic, and we’d had a good time at dinner before Leo had shown his face. I was starting to like Lachlan, at least the glimpses I saw of him. When he allowed himself to let himself just be himself. He was funny, sweet, and fierce when he’d needed to be.Protective, my cat whispered. But it wouldn’t end well, and I knew it.
I wasn’t going to change my mind on the things I wanted and didn’t want. If I wasn’t willing to change, I couldn’t very well expect someoneelse to change either. Nope, I needed to remember my rules – the ones I’d had before Leo, and the ones I’d made after – and stick to them.
I slid out of bed and grabbed a pair of sweats from the floor near my dresser. Sliding them on, I took a moment to just gaze at the picture Lachlan made. Holy Fuck, Lachlan Sinclair was naked in my bed. He’d let me tie his hands to the bed, and he’d liked it. Scratch that, he had loved it. He was on his back now, one arm thrown over his forehead. The sheet was pushed down to that mouthwatering vee, and I could just see the beginning of his springy, dark curls poking out.
There was so much tanned, toned skin. His body was corded with beautiful muscles, and his stomach was a work of art. And that cock of his. That thing was magnificent. His face was soft in sleep, relaxed. He was one of the most stunning creatures I’d ever seen.
