Page 244 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
My head shakes, but it’s limited by how tightly he’s holding my hair.
“I’m never going to be able to smell vanilla again without getting a hard on. It might be dangerous to take me into an ice cream shop.” He licks and sucks from my neck to my collar bone and down my sternum as far as he can go. “Even your skin tastes sweet. This is why omegas are so dangerous.”
“I need you.”
“I do love hearing you beg. It’s going to replay in all my dirty fantasies for quite some time.” He bites the side of my tit. “It’s even better now because you’re beggingfor me.”
My feet bounce against his ass as I arch off the mattress. He uses his teeth to pull the fabric aside until my right breast is completely exposed.
I ache painfully, but Carver teases his stubble over my sternum before wrapping his tongue around my nipple.
I leak slick.
It’s embarrassing how soaked I am.
I grind against his cock that manages to perfectly bump my clit, but it disappears as I gyrate.
I let out a huff of annoyance, but Carver chuckles darkly.
“So impatient, aren’t you? Are you desperate for me?”
“You know I am,” I gasp as I find that blissful friction for a second, only for it to disappear again.
“I do, and I fuckingloveit.” He leans up on his knees and yanks his T-shirt off before chucking it aside.
“Now isn’t the best time to tease me.” My hand immediately runs over his warm skin. He’s nowhere near as hot as I am.
It’s clear how much time he puts in at the gym. His pecs and traps are well-defined, but not overly bulky. His dark hair falls over his forehead as he smirks. He clearly noticed my ogling. My fingers brush over the few fine hairs on his chest before sliding down the indents of his abs. He’s got a dark happy trail and I run my pointer finger through it.
His sweatpants bulge as his cock presses against the material. I cup him in my hand and he laughs.
“Nah, let’s take care of you,” he says, gripping the crotch of my outfit. The snaps pop open and he folds up the top flap until it’s tucked around my lower stomach. “You’re dripping for me, little omega.”
My hands fly to cover my face as I try to close my thighs.
Carver makes that impossible.
I don’t see it, but I feel him pull my other tit free. He’s got a view of all the important parts, but I remember he said he likes alittle coverage. I don’t mind since the fabric is hiding all the areas I’m most self-conscious about.
His skin is starting to feel cool compared to mine. He wraps his fingers around my wrist, pulling my arm down.
“Don’t hide.” He’s got a bit of a southern accent and it sounds thicker than normal. “Show me how you get yourself off.”
“What?” My mouth falls open.
“I’m not an alpha. I’m not going to jump when you whine. Show me how you finger your pussy,” he demands, bringing my hand to rest over my pelvis.
There’s a look of challenge all over his stupidly handsome face.
Really, no man should be that hot. It melts a woman’s better judgment, or it does mine.
“Give me a good show. Make it real dirty, and I might help out if I’m feelin’ generous.” A dangerous smile crosses his face. He drops my hand and leans over, teasing me with a light kiss that makes me whimper.
Instead of going for my clit, I grab his cock. It’s thick and heavy. He definitely has a reason to be so smug.
“You’re a naughty little thing.” His forehead rests against mine as he shoves his tongue in my mouth. The bare skin of his chest brushes mine, and I want him so badly that I can’t hold back the moan. He keeps himself up on one palm and grinds against my clit. My hand caresses his shaft over the fabric, and I think he might give in. “It is tempting to give you your way, but I’m getting a nice little thrill from pissing you off.” He pushes back until he’s kneeling and removes my hand, shoving it to rest over my pussy. “Get to it.”
“You’re a sadist,” I grumble, poking out my bottom lip.
