Page 46 of Omega Chattel
Fated mates. I never believed in it.
Until now.
Let me, let me, I thought.See you. Take you. Want you more.
I kissed Alli all around his lips, brushing my chin to his, pressing my nose to his cheeks, nuzzling. I felt a bead of liquid drip from my cock and tickle the underside of my tip.
I rarely felt arousal outside the Burn after my twenties. Not even for Kee. At fifty-two, I figured a bonding might only happen now by some miracle. No Omega had ever been the right one, and I figured it had to be something in me. Something off or different I couldn’t name.
Now. Alli. Too young to know anything. But knowing more than I, it seemed.
My body covered his. His arms and legs came up and around me and I felt his hardness press against my stomach. So young and stiff and willing.
Alli groaned. I had to remind myself this was a first time for him with another. With me.
But it was a first for me as well, because I couldn’t remember wanting another more outside the Burn. Not like this encompassing euphoria that pulled me to him, like a siren call and I was lost upon his shores.
Did he even realize how much he affected me when I let down all my barriers? Even I hadn’t.
I lifted him from the shoulders, rising and tugging his body further up into the bed. He went lightly, gracefully, hands clutching at the arms of my robe as if he didn’t want to let go of me for one second.
His weight was nothing to me. A silken pouch of feathers. My arms around his waist, I could pull him to me with little effort, scoot him where I wanted him in the bed, position him to where I could now see the way his robe fell away revealing his naked body to me.
I knelt on either side of his thighs, my own robe parted but still belted. Not enough for him to see anything yet. But looking down, I watched his robe slide over his ribs, the skin smooth and pale gold, his flat stomach quivering with his every breath, the cute little round belly button barely a dip in his taut, youthful flesh.
And there, between his legs, jutting from a fine dusting of dark hair, barely a circle around the root, was his sweet cock, stiff and straight, the tip pink as sunset clouds, untouched yet by anyone other than his own hand.
I didn’t like virgins. When I was in the Burn.
But this was now, and I was in somewhat of a sane mind. And the freshness of him, the ripeness, waiting to be touched and tasted and taken, waiting to be stroked and caressed and milked and swept away, made my lungs heave.
I’ll be good for you,Alli had said.
Ah child, you don’t even have to try.
Alli’s gaze was intent on me, watching my eyes as I took in every detail of him. He could feel my arousal through our light link, the bond stirring. He knew. He knew my admiration for him. I couldn’t hide it as my mouth watered and I fought for my breath, the heat in my veins a boiling fury.
Maybe he misunderstood the shared feelings between us, for he whispered, “Pretend I’m not.”
“What?”
“Not a virgin.”
“It’s notallbad.” I let him see my real smile then. Hear my chuckle. “I do like virgins. Sometimes. Such as right now this very moment.”
His face flushed and his mouth formed a pretty bow. “Oh,” he said. “Oh!”
Pink lips matched perfectly the color of the head of his cock. I leaned over him and kissed him, feeling my robe open more and my cock bob against the satin cloth.
His mouth opened, fresh and wet, like rain, and our tongues met and dueled, making twinges of pleasure sizzle about my balls and lower back, making my cock twitch.
He bent his knees and they came up to press against my ass.
I felt as if I were holding him down, but really this boy had me completely enthralled to his will. Roped and tied. Slung over his heart.
He lifted his hips to me. My knees tightened against his thighs. I ran my hands through his hair and it was like water through my fingers, so light and cool and smooth.
He smelled of summer twilight and there I was running lost through amber and orange skies.
