Page 26 of Perfectly Naïve
He pauses the show. “You don’t have to share, but a good alpha will always want to know what’s upsetting his omega.”
His omega. Those words sound so good, and logically, it makes sense. This is a learning experience, and that includes understanding all the feelings that come during this process.
“I guess . . . I guess I was jealous? I don’t know.”
“Of what?”
“The other omegas you’ve held like this.”
Silence suspends between us, a tightrope ready to snap. That was probably too much to share.
His hold loosens. My heart sinks, but then his palms grip my ribs, fingers barely brushing the underside of my breasts.
“Jealousy is natural for an omega, actually for any member of a pack. We’re all territorial. We don’t like the idea of someone else being able to take what we perceive as ours.”
“But you’re not mine,” I tell him.
“For the sake of...science, let's say I was. When an alpharealizes his omega is jealous, they can do one of two things.” One palm drifts up between my tits, cupping my throat.
My heart hammers. “What are the two things?”
Sawyer strokes my neck. “A bad alpha will make you feel worse. Maybe even give reasons to make that jealousy grow.”
“That sounds terrible.”
He hums in agreement. “But a good alpha”—his other hand moves up to cup my breast—“will reassure his omega.” He squeezes the soft mound of flesh, kneading it. “He’ll take care of them.” He pinches my nipple.
I gasp and arch into his touch. “Oh.”
“He’ll make sure his omega knows that they're the only omega that matters.” He squeezes my throat gently as his other hand drifts down my body, leaving my aching boobs and sliding down my torso.
Heat swoops after his touch, descending to one spot that’s begging for attention. “How does an alpha do that?” I watch with rapt attention as his fingers slide just beneath the band of my pants, my entire body trembling in anticipation.
“I think we both know,” he says. “Are you ready for your next lesson?”
“Yes, alpha.”
He purrs, fingers caressing through the wet heat in my center. “Fuuuuck, you’re so wet for me, omega.” Sawyer cups me, applying a delightful pressure to my aching nerves. I buck into his hold, rubbing against his palm.
Two fingers tease my entrance, but he gathers up my slick and drags them through my folds, forcing the moisture over my pulsing clit. His touch is electric, and I jolt, rocking against him.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “You need your alpha, don’t you?”
A whine lodges in my throat, body trembling with how much I want.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his thumb replacing his digits as they glide down, barely dipping inside of me. His cock pulses against my ass, and I grind back against it. He groans and sinks his fingers into my pussy. This stretch is so much more rewarding than any of my vibrators. His warmth. His heat. The way his breathing grows heavy with mine. It’s everything.
“Perfect,” he praises. “Fucking perfect.” His thumb traces circles around my clit as he pumps into me.
Unintelligible sounds fall from my lips. I grasp the material covering his thighs, but hetsksand releases my throat to guide my arms up, placing my hands at the back of his neck. My back bows.
“Just like that for me,” he coaches, cupping my left breast as he continues to finger me. “Look at how pretty you are now, Liv.”
Tremors run through me, my hips rolling to meet the thrusting of his fingers.
“Good, that’s good. Show me how much you need it.”
“So much,” I confess.
