Page 45 of Omega Chattel
“It is too soon,” I continued. “But here you are. Wanting to try.”
“Do you want to try?” he asked. A hush of air followed that last word.
The arousal between us grew more potent.
I had no choice but to be honest now. I couldn’t hide or deny it anymore. “Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to try since I met you.”
His mouth opened. Silent. Speechless.
I reached out and placed my palm over his locked hands. The heat from his skin and emanating up from between his legs was like fire. It licked at my wrists.
He was still erect beneath the cloth of the robe. I didn’t have to see it. I sensed it. I knew.
My own cock was heavy at my center, rigid and poking at the front of my own thin robe. The sensitive tip rubbed the satin material. Soon there’d be a wet stain. I wanted this young man. This still almost-boy. He made my body feel things beyond cycles and morning masturbation rituals.
I leaned in and put my mouth over his open lips, covered his ‘O’ of surprise with my own lips, licking my way inside.
His hands unwove from themselves and lifted to my chest. Where he touched me, little infernos began to brew underneath my skin.
There was no going back now.
We were doing this.
He was warm, so warm, and the litheness of his body was astonishing where I touched him, beginning at the shoulders.
I almost feared I would crush him. But I’d learned over the years, Omegas were strong. They bent at their own wills. To force them took a different force, a cruel strength. Though it happened, that could get an Alpha jailed, or worse.
But that sort of crime did not happen to my Omega bed partners. Not on my watch.
The lights in the room seemed blinding. My mind was filled with gold ash, blurring everything but the young man right in front of me.
As I pulled back from the kiss, his brown hair tumbled into his honey-dark eyes. He was bright and shining, light reflecting off his eyes, his mouth, and the curving waves of his locks.
The air hit my mouth, cooling the kiss that lingered there.
He stared at me, eyes wetter than normal, and whispered, “It’s okay, then?”
“You decide.” If I were the rampaging sort, I’d have bent him over already and plunged my aching self into him. Every part of my body strained for him now, wanted him.
“I decided two days ago. No, three. Hmm.” He scrunched up his cheeks and eyebrows. Glanced about left to right. “I’m on your bed.” Gasped once as if in shock. “I’m on your bed!”He let out a sweet chuckle. “Do you need me to say more?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Say yes.”
His chin went down, then up. His mouth pressed tight, then opened. “Yes.”
With that one word, he wound his arms around my neck and pulled me down. Down.
It was easy to follow the tugs, the pressure on my neck, and the way his legs spread to accommodate me. Did his robe spread open as well? I wanted to look down again, see for myself, but our mouths came closer and the draw there was tight and firm, as if this little Omega already had a rope around me and was pulling me in for the final trussing and score.
Omegas always had a way with me. I don’t know if it was me or them. Or simply the Alpha/Omega lure. But they had a kind of spell that charmed me until I was all theirs.
But never had I felt a bond begin. Not with any of them. Which told me their part of the relationship had different means to an end than mine. They were into me for lust or money, no bond.
This one, though—he frightened me. He didn’t seem to want anythingbutme.
