Page 41 of Rejected Nanny Mate
“You're in heat,” he repeated. “Your Omega body needs its Alpha.”
“But you're not—”
“I'm your Alpha. For tonight, at least. I'm yours, Gwen.”
The warmth of his words went straight to my core, and it was like he'd flipped a switch inside me.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Do you like hearing that, Omega?”
“God, yes.”
“Do you want to be mine?”
“Yessss.”
“Do you want to be claimed?”
“Oh...yes...”
“Good.” He was stroking his cock harder, faster, and the muscles of his arm flexed. “Are you wet for me, Gwen?”
“Yes,” I whined, and to prove it, I rolled my hips and rubbed the soaked, thin material between my legs.
Joe had been hanging on by a thread, but that had been enough to break him, and then he was in the bed with me, pulling me into his arms as his mouth crashed down on mine. Distantly, beyond my need, I could tell that he was trying to keep things slow, but the scent of my heat and the tension that had finally snapped between us was undoing him, just like it was me. Joe's kiss was deep, and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face so he could slide his tongue between my lips.
I'd never known anyone could taste so good. My hands were gripping his arms, and his fingers were digging into myback, and when he bit down on my lip gently, a bolt of pleasure shot through me, straight to my pussy.
“Oh,” I gasped, and then he was pulling away and pushing me down onto the pillows. He kissed his way down my neck, sucking and biting at the tender skin. When he got to my breasts, he licked one nipple, then the other, teasing me.
“God,” I sighed. “Why does this feel so good?”
“Because you're mine,” he growled. “And I'm yours.”
I didn't know what that meant, and the confusion must have shown on my face.
“Shhh,” Joe said. “We'll talk later. We have forever to talk. Right now, all you need to do is feel.”
I didn't have to be told twice. The second Joe’s tongue swiped across the tip of my breast, a loud moan escaped me, and I arched into the touch. Joe was a master, switching his attention back and forth between my nipples, sucking, biting, and licking, and driving me insane.
“You're so responsive,” he said, his hands skimming up my thighs and spreading them apart. “I bet you're even more sensitive here.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“More.”
Joe's grin was feral, showing the dimple in his cheek as his green eyes gleamed. “Yes, ma'am.”
The next thing I knew, he was moving down the bed, his tongue licking a trail down the middle of my torso, over the swell of my stomach, and to the edge of the panties.
“God, Gwen. These are so fucking soaked.” He groaned, and the vibrations were enough to send another tremor of need through me. “Let's get rid of these, shall we?”
He wasted no time in sliding the panties down, and the moment they were gone, he leaned forward, burying his face in the soft, dark curls that were at the apex of my thighs. Instinctively, my hands shot down to tangle in his hair, body rolling against him so I could get closer to his sinful mouth.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You're perfect. So damn sweet.”
