Page 56 of Omega Untamed
“Come here.” My other hand shot out and gripped him by the waist, yanking his body toward mine.
I leaned down and put my lips to his and this time the kiss seared me from the inside out until I was surrounded by heat and desire and him.Kee.
Kee’s own arms came around my shoulders as he pressed his body to mine.
My cock went instantly hard.
Kee was not small, nor short, and as he pushed against me I felt his own hardness beneath his jeans rub against my own and collide with my thigh.
All I wanted to do was pick him up in my arms and lay him on the bed. I wanted to touch him everywhere, learn him, know him. I wanted to arouse his beautiful body and watch him come apart. I wanted to be inside him moving, clinging, knotting, as he held me tight and kissed me and ran his hands up and down my back.
We both opened our mouths at the same time and Kee gave a soft moan. The urge to mate him became overwhelming. No, not mate. Make love. I wanted to make love to him until the world ended. My focus was off, my vision blurred, and I found myself making a sudden turn and grabbing Kee, lifting him off his feet into my arms, cradling him against my chest.
He wasn’t heavy—not to my strength. The few steps to make it to the bed were easy and fast as I slung him down upon it, trying to be gentle through my eagerness.
His head fell back, exposing his neck. I saw his chest rise and fall with his deep, aroused breaths. I watched his pink lips part. “Bast! Yes!” The words were made up of a hiss and a moan.
He spread his legs and I knelt between them, leaning over him and burying my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling him, nipping and licking at the side of his throat.
My cock throbbed against my trousers. Needing friction. Wanting attention. It was too fast. Too fast. I wanted to go slow. I wanted to savor him.
I pulled myself onto my side and Kee turned to face me, a gentle smile shivering his mouth. We both gravitated toward each other and kissed again, our arms around each other, and if possible it both cooled and heated me at the same time. At least it gave me a moment to relax into this, not just to shove, pry, take.
I brought my hand up to the back of his head and curled my fingers around a handful of his shining dark hair. It was the texture of satin ribbon, and I weaved my fingers through it to feel more of it.
When we both pulled back for breath, Kee said, “I want you, Bast. I want you so bad.”
All words stopped in the back of my throat as if there were a block there. I could only breathe strained and the noise that came out was a yearning groan.
I lost track of how many times we kissed, or how often my mouth strayed from Kee’s lips to his jaw, to his throat and the top of his chest. He was wearing his old vest, which I’d laundered along with his torn-up jeans. The material was soft and worn, and did not fasten in front. It exposed his chest and stomach like the street boy he was, but in a way that appeared more elegant than crude. None of that mattered to me, really, for I found him quite lovely in anything he wore, including my short black robe.
But now I wanted skin. I brought my hands forward and pushed at the cloth at his shoulders. He knew instantly what I wanted, and shrugged out of the vest, bumping against me as he did and sending me into even more desire for him.
He lay back, chest naked and gleaming, a half-grin on his face, and his hands went to his jeans, deftly undoing the button and zipper.
Mesmerized, I rose up on one elbow and watched him shimmy out of them. He’d gone commando—no underwear. He expertly kicked off his shoes and drew his legs up, knees bent, to kick the jeans all the way off.
My gaze went up his naked legs and up and up until it settled on his stiff cock, straining hard and flushed against his flat abdomen. He was uncut, as most Omegas were. He was so aroused the naked tip poked out from the loose skin, shiny and a slight paler pink than the smooth shaft.
My mouth watered. He was the prettiest Omega I’d ever seen, and now I saw he had the prettiest cock. Ever. I licked at his ribs, then his stomach.
When I licked over the head of his cock, so plush and full, he cried out. “Bast!”
I wanted it. All of it. I sucked him down all the way, needing to taste him, to feel him throb and need and beg. I wanted him to want me. I needed it.
My own cock spasmed in empathy.
Kee moaned over and over, his head tossing right to left on the bedcover.
I tongued around the base of his cock before pulling up, sucking hard, and then tongue-teasing the tip. Kee groaned louder and half sat up as I continued my teasing of him.
“Don’t make me come too fast. Please!”
I took my mouth off him and said, “You want this.”
“Yes, but—“
I sucked the tip in again, playing my tongue in circles around it.
