Page 46 of Single Omega Dad
I swallowed the rich, tartness of him as fast as I could. When I pulled off, licking the dark, round head, he was still so hard. But no knot. Was the ring maybe getting in the way?
Alphas didn’t knot every time they came, so that was fine. But I did love that fact about them, that ability to gather all sensation and ecstasy into the base of their cock and swell with it, holding onto the orgasm, continuing to pulse as the knot worked up the shaft and gave its last, strong burst at the head of the cock.
I stroked him gently, marveling at the girth and weight of him, the smooth, veined texture, the plush softness of the large, rounded head. Just to be sure he wouldn’t start to knot late, I ran my hand down again, gripping him at the root and stroking my fingers against the ring.
As I did that, he grunted, then whispered, “You’re wonderful.”
I grinned up at him, moving over his body, dragging my exhausted cock along his thigh.
He grabbed me and brought me into a cradle hold, one arm around my back, the other pulling my legs up and over his thighs. He held me tight. My cheek rested against his big chest. He smelled like sex and Alpha and fiery wind. I breathed deep.
This was what I’d always wanted but wasn’t sure existed. This. The merging of two bodies, the heat, the pleasure, the extreme contentment. The lovemaking. Was that what we’d just done?
His hand coming up from underneath me and onto my shoulder pulled me closer to him.
I clutched him with my free arm over his chest and tucked the other beneath his trim waist.
His hand on my thigh gripped, his fingers long enough to press my ass cheek. He caressed me there. It felt possessive, protective. And so very very right.
This was so intimate for someone I’d just met. Almost too intimate. Yet I wanted it. Wanted him and only him.
His nose was in my hair. I felt his breath scour my scalp, and his body beneath my weight relaxed as I fell into a deep stupor and then blank sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Mathias
When he ran his hands down the shaft of my cock to the base, I knew Saber was feeling for my knot that never came and never had come in my whole life.
I grabbed him into my arms, a gesture I hadn’t done before with any Omega, and held him to me. I gave myself various excuses as to why I did this: I wanted to continue to feel his exquisite body. I was a little bit chilly. I wanted another round of sex.
In truth, I couldn’t part from him just yet. And it wasn’t sexual. I wanted to hold him to me, yes, and I thought I might never tire of having sex with this man, but beyond that some deeper instinct had me wanting to wrap myself around him and never let go. To guard, protect, keep. To have as my own.
Saber clutched willingly to me, fitting into my arms as if made for me. His thigh slid over mine until both his legs were on me as if he sat in my lap, though we were both lying down. I had both my arms wrapped about his waist, my palms flat against his back.
He tucked his head in the crook of my neck, his blond hair tickling my nose.
This never happened to me. This couldn’t happen. I wasn’t looking for a relationship. Or feelings. Yet everything in me compelled me toward this Omega, this man, this widower who was simply trying to get by.
I saw myself as if from a distance. My lips caressed his hair. My breath fluttered the shining strands. I inhaled his sweet, blooming scent only to want it deeper inside me, a part of me.
My arms tightened around him.
Saber gave a little moan, half his face pressed to my chest.
I drifted, thinking about how heady he’d tasted, my lips around his perfect, gorgeous cock sucking. I wanted to do that again. And again.
My own cock was still half hard, nestled between us, content but wanting more. I dozed peacefully, feeling Saber’s breath shush against my pecs in a rhythm that told me he was napping.
When I woke, darkness filled the room, and Saber had moved so that he was on his side, his forehead pressed to my shoulder, fast asleep. He must have gotten up at some point and turned off the lights and pulled the covers up.
Why hadn’t he wakened me?
My body went rigid. What time was it? I wasn’t sure I was invited to actually stay the whole night. Not knowing what to do, I tried to remember where I’d put my phone so I could check the time. As I moved to glance at the nightstand, I saw a digital clock glowing red to the side. It read 12:15.
Not too late.
I started to sit up.
