Page 69 of Omega Chattel
Tarin must have sensed it because he withdrew and his free arm wrapped around my chest, pulling me to him front to back.
“Easy,” he whispered in my ear. “We’ll take our time.”
“I want you,” I gasped. “Now.”
He chuckled, his hard chest pressing into my back.
I turned slightly. “You’re very in control.”
He frowned. “I didn’t think—that it felt like a regular Burn. And it’s too early.”
“It is, though, right?”
“I haven’t taken my temperature, but yes. You’re right. It’s come on early. Perhaps awakened by the spontaneous bond.”
“That’s good, right?”
“As long as we both want this.”
“I want this!”
“Just so you know, as the Burn starts, the control is there, and I’m older now, so I handle it well anyway, but as it progresses, I’ll be wanting you constantly.”
I sighed. “I want you constantly anyway. Now we match.”
With my head slightly twisted and his hand supporting it, he kissed me on the corner of my mouth, giving a quick lick.
His fingers never stopped stroking inside me as, for long minutes, he continued to hold me and whisper gently in my ear. He said amazing things, things that sounded perfect and right in the privacy of a bedroom and nowhere else. About how beautiful and tight I was. About my slickness and my every response. Nothing went unnoticed by Tarin concerning me.
My cock was trapped by my body and the bed, hard as ever. It was as if I hadn’t come minutes ago. Time meant nothing. I was where I belonged, with purpose and new confidence, in Tarin’s arms.
His fingers played inside me, igniting new sensations, finding the sensitive spots of my inner walls that only Omegas possessed.
I groaned over and over into the pillows, raising my hips as my way of begging for more. More Tarin. Specifically, the hot length that teased my thighs and buttocks.
He stretched me, slow and gentle when I really wanted it fast and hard. He used a lot of lube and a lot of patience. It made me feel as if I were coming apart from the inside out.
I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Tarin! Ugh! Put it in me. Please!”
“When I’m ready, sweet.”
He had me begging, nearly crying. When his hands slipped out of me and down over my balls, I moved my hips up even more until I was on my knees. I felt like my hole was sucking at the cool air.
“You’re gorgeous, Alli. So pretty and open.”
Tarin stroked my cock a few times with his other hand, root to tip. It felt like I was gaping for him now, so ready. Too ready.
“Do it, please!” I wiggled my ass.
“How lovely you are.” Tarin leaned back and I knew he was looking at me.
My skin flamed all over. As he continued to praise me, the combination of my still-slight embarrassment and extreme arousal had me in near agony. The muscles in my ass contracted.
Tarin hunched over me, his hot body meeting mine, his cock poking between my cheeks. I cried out at the intimate touch.
Then it happened.
