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“Lev, I—I just feel like it would be so good with you. Like Iamready.”
“I know. We’ll get there.”
Not all omegas loved and desired penetration. I’d been a surrogate for over two hundred omega patients in my career. Society put pressure on all of us to believe that penetration was the final awe-inspiring moment. That you weren’t fully omega or alpha until you’d completed that step.
It was a false belief system because of procreation. You could not breed without that final step. But for loving, making love and pleasure, the realm was grand and nearly endless. Everyone was different.
As I touched Callum’s cock, it throbbed in my grip. It was hot and swollen beyond non-heat standards. The tip glistened with pre-cum. It was dark pink and stretched to show the hole at the tip, dilating as I milked upward.
I leaned over him and licked the head along that tiny hole in rapid succession.
He bucked up and yelled. His cock pulsed with feverish intensity in my hand and I sucked down, laving with my tongue.
He came quickly, spurting into my mouth. I sucked gently, putting more pressure on his shaft, and the orgasm ripped up until I could not swallow fast enough.
I pulled off him and milked him to completion, then dragged the towel over him and wiped him dry.
My mouth still tasted him and I leaned up and kissed him, wondering if he would like that or not, but he opened his lips greedily to share his own essence.
“Oh! Lev!” He gripped me hard around the shoulders.
I had not asked him permission to do that, but his response was his invitation.
That’s how I found myself embracing and embraced with an omega who, less than a day ago, I thought I’d never see again.
15
Lev –A Taste of Newness
Callum slept curled on his side. I placed a lightweight blanket over the lower half of his body. I was experienced enough to know that everyone needed some privacy and respect after giving themselves so fiercely, from the shyest ones to the open exhibitionists.
Callum was one of the shyer ones and this was still a very new place for him. I didn’t want him to wake in heat, disoriented and feverish without some comfort and dignity. A blanket was like a hug. In healing, hugs were necessary more than people realized.
I brought cold bottles of water to the nightstand in case he woke thirsty. Heats demanded hydration. Many omegas did not eat much during their heats, thus the need for plenty of liquid replenishing.
While he slept, I rested on the couch, sleeping off and on, another blanket half-wrapped around my legs and hips.
My day had been more emotionally exhausting than I realized. With Callum accepting of me, and safe in the next room where I could hear him if he called, I let my body sink into the cushions and relax. My cock was still hard for him, but it no longer ached.
Sometime before dawn, a fresh soft rain drummed against the roof. I smelled it in the air—a taste of newness, of life.
I opened my eyes to soak in the spirit of the storm and nearly jerked back against the couch.
Callum sat before me on the floor, his blanket clutched at his shoulders, his dark hair smushed all over making him look so young and innocent.
I sat up. “Are you all right?”
“I thought maybe you’d left.”
“Oh, no, I wouldn’t do that.” His presence made me have to concentrate to catch my breath. No omega had had that effect on me even though I was fond of all my patients.
“I didn’t think you would, but then I woke up alone.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I know you need rest, too. Thank you for the water.”
I’d kept the lamp on over the couch. It shone across his skin, which glowed. He looked more rested now.
