Page 39 of Unsubmissive Omega
That wasn’t the only thing making my head spin. I’d just had the most mind-blowing orgasm, courtesy of Xander’s magic lips, and now I had the man spread out half-naked on the bed before me. Which, come to think of it, was all wrong.
“Take your shirt off,” I ordered, hiding my weakness behind the most alpha-y tone I could manage without accidentally veering into compulsion. I delighted in the shiver that wracked his frame. Unsubmissive omega he might be, but he was clearly not averse to a bit of submission – on his terms, of course.
I watched the play of light and shadow over his torso as he hurriedly stretched up and tore his shirt over his head. His skin was so pale it almost glowed, and his dark pink nipples stood out in stark contrast. He had a solid torso, narrowing slightly around the hips. But not too much. There was a good handful of flesh there that I wanted to bury my face in, holding him steady withmy hands in that gorgeous pale flesh, as I licked and nipped my way down lower. Burying my face in his unruly thatch of dark hair, I inhaled his unique scent. His erect member rested against my cheek, radiating a scalding heat. If temperature was anything to go by, he wasveryhorny.
Not that there was any doubt. The quantity of slick he was releasing left the air heavy with pheromones. Goddess, he was gorgeous like this, naked and writhing, and so turned on, and we’d barely gotten started. It seemed that anything he did was on a large scale: moods, attitude, sexual desire. He was the perfect omega for me – the exact opposite of bland and boring.
Casually I turned my head, his leaking knob leaving a wet streak across my cheek. It slipped into my mouth and I gave it an experimental suck.
Yeah! As I expected, he responded by thrusting deeper into my mouth. I swallowed him to the root, lips brushing up against his pubic bone and the wiry hairs tickling my nose. He groaned and thrust again. I sucked, he thrust, I retreated and he whimpered and tried to thrust deep again. I teased him a little, hovering a little out of reach, so he couldn’t quite get the depth he wanted. Within minutes, though, I was lost, giving in and bobbing up and down, sucking and hummingwhile he thrashed around, the bedcovers scrunched and wrinkled from his clutching hands. Despite having come only minutes before, my own dick hung hard and heavy between my thighs as I worked on him, using my tongue and mouth in all the ways I knew how.
With a cry, his whole body went rigid, arching off the bed, as my mouth filled with the sweet honey of his orgasm. I swallowed it down greedily, savoring the unique taste of my mate’s copious emissions. Goddess, he was amazing! So fucking sexy!
Climbing back up to the bed, I covered him with my body. He lay there limp and boneless, eyes glazed.
“I want to fuck you,” I told him.
“Hh-mm, yeah,” he mumbled, wrapping his legs around my waist. “Fuck me.”
I took his mouth in a deep kiss that he returned languidly, still strung out from his orgasm, his tongue responding lazily to my hungry possession.
There was a moment, when I drew away, that we looked straight into each other’s eyes. My heart skipped a beat. There was a vulnerability and a fierceness that shone in those enigmatic green eyes.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yeah, I do.” The smile that played at the corners of his lips was bashful, like he was almost embarrassed to admit it.
When our lips met, I kissed him more gently this time, then feathered wet kisses down the side of his neck, hovering over his mating gland and the hardly-visible mating scar.
I spoke into the hollow at the base of his neck, my lips feathering over the delicate skin, my voice barely a murmur, “You know what this means. If we do it now, there’s no going back.”
“I know… Alpha. It’s what I want. I'm ready for it now. This timeI'mchoosing it.”
Satisfied that he meant it and wasn't just going along with it to please me, I resumed licking and kissing my way down, until my lips closed over his nipple, tugging and pulling. He squirmed, breaths coming fast and shallow as he strained to stay still. The nipple pebbled up as I sucked on it, then I turned my attention tothe other one, while pinching and pulling the first one between my thumb and index finger.
A low moan filled the room, the air thick with the smell of slick. I ran a hand down his body, past his dick which was valiantly refilling and slid my fingers into the wetness between his ass cheeks. He moaned again as my finger circled his hole.
“Ahhh, yes, please…” he begged.
A loud thump and muttering from the end of the corridor reached my brain through the fog of lust. I looked around, disconcerted.
Scuffling and several moving shapes in the gloom told me we were being observed.
“Fuck!” I swore. “The door’s still open.”
I went to get off the bed, but Xander tightened his legs around me.
“No!” he said. “Leave it.”
“They’ll see you,” I growled. “It’s disrespectful.”
Xander shook his head, hair rasping against the bedcovers. “What will they see? Only their Alpha and Alpha Mate coupling… there’s nothing to disrespect in that.”
I hesitated.
His palm stroked the side of my face, skin soft against my coarse bristles. His touch made me shiver.
“Let me help repair the damage I’ve done,” he pleaded, “please.”
