Page 8 of Forbidden Taste
I keep trying to entice him to come to my nest, picturing him here—his big frame sinking into the cushions, his spiced apple scent mingling with mine. But he hesitates, dodging every invite with shy excuses. It’s like he’s scared of what people will think, as if someone’s told him he’s not good enough, and it makes me hate the world we’ve been born into.
It’s not a secret that Leo’s father is nearly the same size as he is, part of a non traditional pack. There’s rumors that float around every now and then, including that Leo supposedly has a twin the same size. It appears their Omega father’s genes arereallystrong and I am not complaining in the slightest.
But now it’s Sunday night, and I’m irritable, my skin prickling with my impending heat. I’ve been a mess all weekend—tried fucking my hand until my wrist ached, even pulled out the knotty dildo, hoping it’d fill the void. It wasn’t enough. Nothing is but that’s the nightmarish curse of an Omega. Find your mate and then they are sometimes the only thing that can truly satisfy you.
I’m sprawled in my nest now, thighs splayed, my hand wrapped around my cock, hanging out of my briefs. The fabric clings to my skin, damp with slick and sweat as I stroke myself, desperate to find my release. My breath comes in shallow pants, my body trembling with need, but it’s not enough stimulation. I’m worn out, tired, my curls plastered to my forehead, and still, I ache for him—Leo, his freckles, his sea-green eyes, and those large hands I want wrapped around me. However, imagining Leo isn’t the same as having him here or hearing that deep baritone voice in my ear, spurring me onto my release.
My phone cuts through the moment, a frustrated growl tearing from my throat as I reach over and immediately decline the call. I started setting a specific ringtone for people I don’t want to answer so that’s either Benjamin or my mother. It buzzes again and I move to dismiss the call before accidentally pressing ‘answer’.
Leo’s face fills the screen, his cheeks turning red instantly, those curls framing his wide-eyed stare. I fumble, switching it to audio only. “Sorry, sweetie, I didn’t—fuck. Hey.”
He swallows audibly, the sound thick through the speaker. “What were you doing?” he asks, a mixture of desire and disappointment threading the speaker.
I pause, my hand stilling on my cock. “Do you want the truth?” Even now, I’m flirting, hoping and praying Leo will take the leap.
“Yes,” he replies, urgent. “Because my mind is my enemy right now and I know you told me Benjamin wasn’t your Alpha, but I just…” His voice trails off, fragile, and I hear the doubt gnawing at him.
“Sweetie, I haven’t talked to him all weekend. I was thinking of you, but not having you here is like a tease.” My fingers tighten around myself again, a slow stroke that makes me whimper, the sound slipping out before I can stop it.
“Oh,” Leo breathes, his voice so breathy it’s almost a moan.
“Do you want to watch?” I ask, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. Silence filters between us and then a breathy “yes” slips from him, barely audible.
Leo’s face fills the screen again—beautifully flushed, his freckles stark against the pink heat blooming across his cheeks. His sea-green eyes darken, a shadow of hunger flickering in them and he rasps, “I… I want to see you.”
I lean forward, my curls sticking to my forehead, and prop the phone against a pillow. The angle gives him everything—my flushed chest heaving under my thin shirt, my thighs splayed wide, my cock angry and leaking, glistening with precum as I kick off my briefs. I’m a mess, his gaze locked on me.
“I’ve been imagining what it would feel like if one of those massive hands of yours was wrapped around me while you fucked me, sweetie,” I purr, my hand drifting down, fingers curling around mylength as I struggle to keep my eyes on the phone. I need to see him—need to catch every flicker of his reaction.
Leo’s nostrils flare, his breath hitching audibly through the speaker. His jaw ticks, those green eyes almost black now, and I realize it then—underneath that timid shell, there’s a dominant streak simmering. It’s in the way his eyes narrow, the way his lips part just enough to show a flash of teeth. I’m all too excited to explore it, to coax it out of him. “You’d feel so good,” I murmur, my hand sliding slick over my cock. “Your fingers tight around me, stretching me open, filling me up until I can’t breathe.” My hips rock into my grip, slick dripping down my thighs. This is so fucking dangerous near my heat. “I’d beg for it, sweetie—beg for you to take me, knot me, make me yours.”
His jaw clenches harder, a muscle jumping under his skin, and I can tell he’s wishing he were here—his hands on me, his body pressing me down. Then he makes this sound—guttural, deep, almost Alpha-like—and it rips through me. My whine spills out in response, heat bleeding through me.
I come hard, my vision blurring, hot spurts coating my hand, my stomach, my thighs. My body trembles, slick pooling beneath me, my hole clenching around nothing as his name leaves my lips in a breathless whisper. I’ve never heard a sound like that from an Omega—wild, commanding,primal—but I want it again, want it echoing in my ears until I’m drowning in it.
I slump back, panting, my chest heaving. “Are you going to come fuck me, Leo?” I ask, my voice soft but edged with longing, my eyes searching his face on the screen. But where I expect to see that primal expression, there’s a twinge of fear flicking in his gaze. I don’t know what happened, what changed or what caused it.
Is it because he’s never had sex before, never crossed that line? Or something deeper, something that makes him shrink from me even now? My heart stumbles, worry creeping in. My instincts are already telling me to fix this as I sit up and bring the phone closer. “Leo?”
“It’s not you,” he whispers, his jaw pulling tight for an entirely different reason. “I just…”
He’s struggling with something but I’m only going to push so hard. “Hey,hey, sweetie. It’s okay. We’ll get there, alright? I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
He manages a nod, his cheeks flushing a little brighter when I blow him a kiss. And then he ends the call, confusion settling in my gut and replacing the heat. Did I scare him off? My overeager ass is going to get me in trouble but it’s like I can finally lean into my instincts, my own desires. I have never wanted to love someone so hard, provide for, and nurture like I do Leo.
I don’t care if the first time we spoke was a few days ago. He’s the only thing on my mind besides my music. I just have to find out who put that fear in his eyes so I can break them.
seven
LEO
The next morning, I’m in class, my pen tapping a restless rhythm against the desk, my mind miles away from the lecture. Riley’s face won’t leave me—those full lips parting as he came, a soft, shuddering gasp spilling out, his doe eyes locked on mine through the screen. My mouth waters at the memory, the way his come spilled over his hand, streaking across his flushed stomach.
I wanted to taste it, to lick it off him, to feel the heat of him beneath my tongue. My knot throbs, a slow, insistent ache in my jeans, and I shift uncomfortably in my seat, pressing my thighs together as if that will hide it.
But then the memory sours—Riley’s voice echoing in my ears,‘Are you going to come fuck me, Leo?’I wanted to. I had to fuck my hand after we hung up, my body wired on the memory of his scent and the soft sounds spilling from his mouth. But I couldn’tgo to him. I’m still not sure what he’ll do when he sees me—allof me.
My fingers fidget, twisting the pen until it slips, clattering to the desk. The anxiety is a new thing, almost overwhelming, making it impossible to focus on the professor and his speech about structural integrity. We’re supposed to be reconstructing a set of blueprints, fixing what’s wrong and perfecting what we can. I’ve sketched in a few different places but my mind just isn’t focused.
