Page 86 of One for the Money
“I don’t know, you’re the doctor.” Matteo moves slowly, giving me time to stop him before he pushes my hands gently out of the way. It’s a surprise that I’m not uncomfortable with his touch right now. His fingers replace mine, gently massaging the fleshy spots between my hips. His sweet, buttery scent is intense and seems to fill every inch of this space, as if every molecule of air I pull into my lungs is saturated with him.
I want to lick him. I want to taste every inch of him and see if it’s as good as he smells. Consume him. I need to throw him on his back and rub my scent into his skin, claim him as mine. I want to lower myself onto his straining co-
“Yes, well, hard to access my doctor brain when my Omega brain is being a complete hussy.” My breathing is labored, just a step under panting, and the way Matteo smirks at me doesn’t help to lessen the heat between my thighs.
“What is your Omega brain saying,Alex?” The way he draws out my name, his lips nearly touching my ear, has my body shivering in carnal delight. “Maybe if you give her what she wants, she’ll let you off easy on this spike.”
He watches me as he moves his hands across the soft flesh of my belly, eyebrow raised in a silent question. I bite my lip and dip my head in a slight nod. He smiles wickedly, and my back arches as he drags his fingers underneath theband of my pants. “I don’t think that’s how it works, Matteo,” I whisper breathlessly. “It’s not like it’s a separate entity making decisions.”
Except, right now, it feels that way.
“Shh,” he shushes me. “Do you want me to stop?” The thought of losing the warmth of his hand has me whimpering out my dissent. His eyes are soft as he continues to trail his fingers right under the band of my boxers. “I’m giving you plausible deniability here. To help you preserve your pride.”
“My pride?” I inhale sharply as his finger dips lower, teasing the hair between my legs. Unlike the meadow I escape to in times of pain and fear, my brain is trying to shut down and let me ride as a passenger in my body. To give myself over to my Omega and enjoy the sensations.
And I’m so tempted to let it happen.
“Yeah, the stubborn belief you have that you don’t need us.” He leans forward and nips the tip of my nose. “You do, by the way. So I’m giving you an out.” His finger dips lower, barely brushing against my slit. “Let me take care of you, and you can blame it on your Omega instincts when you inevitably regret it.”
Wouldn’t that be nice? To let the beautiful Beta ease me through what is promising to be a painful spike? If I allow my instincts to take over, am I any better than an Alpha who cannot control himself around an Omega? I am stronger than that. I never lost control with Rich. I can’t just let a pretty face and a good smell break through my walls and leave me vulnerable.
A particularly painful cramp has me yelping, and I know my eyes are wide in a silent plea to my Beta. He raises an eyebrow in question, and when I nod, Matteo slips his finger between my lips and strokes up my clit in asmooth motion that immediately erases the pain and leaves my head blissfully empty.
And then his hand is gone, out of my pants, leaving me whimpering and whining when it rests beside my head as he cages me in.
“Say yes, Alex. I’m your Beta. Let me show you how good I can be at taking care of you.”
It’s not a question anymore. Maybe he’s right about these Omega instincts, because right now, I couldn’t deny him if I wanted to.
And there is not a single part of me that wants to.
“Yes.”
The word is barely out of my mouth before his lips are on mine, his body pressing me deeper into Jude’s bed. I can feel the firmness of his cock resting against my thigh, and it makes me whine into his mouth.
I want it.
I want him.
Desperately.
I don’t remember the last time I felt this way. Maybe I never have. My body is buzzing with desire, starved of loving touches for so long that his gentle affection threatens to be the end of me.
Most go a little nose blind to their scent, and I’m no exception, but my pheromones are so thick that my chocolate scent has drizzled over Matteo’s kettle corn in a delicious mix that makes my toes curl.
Matteo’s hands roam my body, dragging down the length of me before moving back up and gently squeezing my breasts as his lips devour mine. His tongue is curious, dancing across mine, begging it to come out and play. When I meet him with mine, they move together in a way that feels practiced. One of his hands drags down my body, dipping under my waistband again.
But my rational brain interrupts our fun, and I push him away gently.
Both of our chests are heaving as he looms over me. My throat feels dry as I choke out the words, “Wait, what about Quinton? Shouldn’t you discuss this with him first?”
Matteo chuckles and sits back on his heels. His cock tents his lounge pants, and his brown skin is flushed. His eyes drag down my body with as much impact as his hands would have, leaving my body aching with want for him.
“If you think he’s going to be anything other than so jealous he can’t see straight, you’re mistaken.” He leans down and pulls my earlobe between his teeth, softly biting down before whispering, “And he’s going to clean every bit of your slick off me with his tongue before I fuck him into the mattress tonight. Wanna watch?”
The erotic words have my cunt clenching, my stomach cramping, and a whine escaping me at a pitch that is straight up embarrassing. Matteo slants his lips over mine briefly before dragging himself down towards my feet, taking my pants with him.
He buries his nose in the dark curls at the apex of my thighs and inhales deeply. “Do you understand how good you smell? Like the best dessert in the world.” I make a strangled sound as he teases his tongue against my heated flesh. He groans, then dives his tongue deep between my lips, frantically lapping up the slick that has pooled there. “Fuck, you taste like it too.”
