Page 68 of The Alpha's Fake Mate
But I wasn’t any other Omega. I was me. Weird. Glib. Distracted, since I’d met him, by a fog I could not rise from.
My legs were between his as I pressed my chest to his, as I pushed up and over him to get better access to his mouth.
His hands rubbed up and down my back. Mine were on his shoulders, squeezing, and I trembled within as if a wind had formed inside me. New sensations began to roll through me.
Intellectually, I knew what to do. But what I wanted, and how the smoother nature of this might play out, I had less clue.
I moved my hands to Orion’s wavy brown hair, weaving them through the tides of it, thick and soft, the beauty there for my exploration alone.
I knew arousal, but I’d never felt this before, how my skin flashed hot and cold in gentle waves, how the center of my stomach seemed to heat up until it melted my insides, everything liquid and yielding and hard at the same time.
I’d never felt myself this hard before, an ache longing for touch; my body was begging. My mind communicated to me in pure emotion. Nothing in the world mattered but this.
Orion was the one. Patient Orion. He wanted this, I knew, but he never would have started it. The closest touch he’d ever initiate was a look, a smile. Aside from emails and a private office on a farm where Omegas had few rights, all of which were initiations of a less personal sort, he had waited and never pushed.
Now I wanted him in far more than business. We had a fake contract, a fake claim. It wasn’t enough. I needed him to break the bond within me to a monster. But I was also beyond all that.
How long had I been wanting him and denied any knowledge of that to myself? I’d coldly rationalized he was my type, and banned any further thought.
I had hated how I assumed he saw me. A victim. A pathetic Omega to save. But his words said he saw more.
I leaned down and his lips were like soft petals opening. I wasn’t being saved by them, I was saving myself as I drank him, as I delved my tongue into his mouth.
It was lush to be with him like this, our mouths pressed tight. Pleasure rippled through me. Desires from dreams I forgot I’d ever had.
How many days had it been since I’d even touched myself? Half a year, at least.
The never-ending kiss lashed at my insides until I couldn’t stand it, until I had to feel more. My hands moved from his face down to his chest, feeling for the buttons and the buttonholes in the cramped space between us.
Orion’s hands pushed under my waistband, pulling my shirt up my back to my shoulders.
To properly undress, we had to separate.
I didn’t like that at all because then I had time to look at him, and think too much. And wonder about all the wrong things. Like fear that this might not work out between us. And worry that my own body wasn’t ready.
But I was ready. There was no denying my body thrilled to the touch of bare hands along my spine as Orion tried to get my shirt off. My own hands, fumbling at his throat and chest, couldn’t accomplish their task fast enough.
I came up onto my knees, looking down at his deep, kind eyes, his gaze darkened by desire, his cheeks flushed. I wanted to feel him all over. I wanted to caress, rub, thrust.
I shrugged out of my shirt and draped it on the bedspread behind me.
Orion half sat up and did the same, tossing his shirt over the mattress edge.
The light in his room was bright through the half-open, fancy purple curtains. Daylight was invading our privacy, but I wanted to see him, every inch of him. Boldly, I began unbuckling his belt.
He gently inserted his hands beneath mine and took over undoing the clasp and the top button of his trousers.
I took the hint and undid my own trousers, pushing them down along with my underwear all the way, taking my socks with them as I kicked them out of sight.
Orion was still sliding his down when he looked up, eyes widening, at me poised before him, on my knees, breathing a little too roughly, my cock aching toward the ceiling. I went hot all over at his gaze, unsure for a moment, my personality demanding I not show it. I said curtly, “You’re taking too long.”
He blinked languidly, then slowly slid the cloth to his ankles, goading me, deliberately taking his time.
I didn’t care because he revealed rippling muscles and long thighs and a thick cock that rose up, red at the tip and dusky dark all the way down to his balls.
I wasn’t sure I would find him so beautiful after my last ordeal with an Alpha. But he was. More beautiful than my fantasies.
No thinking! I told myself.Just feel. Just do.
