Page 33 of Omega Island
“It is. And you don’t have to promise me anything.” My skin flamed. I wanted his touch more than anything. I would say, do, even pay for it. I was starting to lose my rationality again.
“Okay.” His voice sounded distant. “Okay. Does that mean stay?”
What could I say to such a question in my state? “Yes! Yes!”
In that moment, his hands came forward, warm palms touching my waist. I bent forward, shamelessly sticking my ass out.
“Not here,” he said, sounding far calmer than just seconds ago. “Not like this.”
His hands tightened around me, pulling, pushing, steering and I found myself blindly following his physical prompts.
Together, we walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom where it was cooler, airier. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, Raimi had pulled away some of the pillows from the bed and let them fall to the floor. Then he came around in front of me and put one palm against my chest, lightly pushing. I fell back into a sitting position on the soft comforter, blinking up at him.
He gave me a shy smile, then took his big towel which he had over one shoulder and placed it behind me. “Lie back.”
The command was so gentle and filled with reverence, I melted. Everything inside me turned to liquid. I leaned back, thighs spreading, giving in to his strength.
Raimi said, “Can you straighten out? Your head toward the pillows?”
I pushed myself back. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He looked so hard it had to be painful, but he ignored himself and began arranging the pillows around me especially at my hips and beneath my bent knees.
“I don’t need all that,” I began, impatient, spreading my legs wider and pushing my hips up. It was a wanton act, but couldn’t be helped. My body began to shake again with need.
“I won’t be jumping you. Your comfort is my first priority.”
“I’m uncomfortable no matter what.” My teeth clenched.
“I know. I know. Hold on.” He knelt beside me, his cock pressing up from his thighs.
“You’re perfect,” I heard myself say.
“Far from it.” He laughed but there was no accompanying smile. He touched my arm. “Senta, I want you to focus on what I’m going to say. I’m not here as some alpha stud, okay? I am very concerned for you. And I like you. I want to help because I care, not for any other reason. This is for you. Do you understand? And by that, I mean I won’t do anything to hurt you. I promise. I don’t know if I’m up for everything you need, but I’ll do my best.”
Was this man for real? I wanted him so badly and this made it even worse. He liked me? He cared?
“If you need me to stop for any reason, you tell me and I will. I can promise that. If nothing else these past years, I’ve learned control. I can stop at any time. Tell me you understand.”
I nodded. “I understand.”
His palm grazed the hot skin of my shoulder. “Good. I know you don’t want me to go slow, but I have to. For my sake. Okay?”
“Yessss.” I couldn’t say no to that. I wanted him inside me. Now. But he needed time. I should have been more empathic to his process, his own private healing. But all I wanted was him. I’d explode if I didn’t get him inside me soon.
Raimi leaned over me on bent knees, hands moving over my chest. His head lowered to mine. Then he did something I never would have predicted in a hundred years. He leaned in and kissed me softly on the cheek. “I’ve got you.” Voice just above a whisper.
I shuddered all over in desire with another feeling edging in—affection.
Raimi moved over me, careful not to drag his hard cock against my skin, going slow as promised. He knelt between my legs and began drawing slow circles against my chest with his hands. I brought my knees tight against his hips, holding him, my hands rising and brushing against his streamlined biceps.
His presence, scent and hands-on approach calmed me. My body writhed, wanting him, but the terrible cramping pain receded. All that was left was the cloying empty ache of an omega in need. And a personal attraction to this man crouched over me.
Despite the cool shower, my body remained hot and ready. Slick.
“I need.”
“Uh-huh.” Raimi sat back as he pushed his hands down my sides.
“More.” My begging tone would have been embarrassing if I’d been in my right mind.
