Page 59 of Abel's Omega
His fingers shook as he undid the buttons, but he never faltered. I kept pushing at his t-shirt, borrowing an arm at a time to strip it off him. And not long after that, both shirts were draped over the arm of the couch.
“Come here,” I said and tugged on the belt loops of his jeans. I wanted to feel him, bare skin against bare skin. He hadn’t allowed that yet, except for hands sneaking beneath clothes during our bouts of kissing. I wanted it all tonight.
He came without resistance. I had a strange feeling, like I was the alpha and he the omega. Our lips met, and the flesh of our chests burned against each other, as much and more than I’d dreamed it would be. I wrapped my arms around him, stroking the muscles of his back, fingers splayed wide to take in as much of him as I could touch.Mine, all mine.
Abel did the same, one hand tangling in my curls, destroying all my hard work earlier. If it made him happy, I didn’t care. He traced the lines of my neck, fingers tickling over the slope of my shoulder, then slowly down my back. They followed the line of my spine, so lightly all the skin on my body came alert to him. His tongue tangled with mine, and I moaned into his mouth, my hips rocking forward in a silent plea for more.
He chuckled, and the sound raised goosebumps on my skin. I liked his laugh, the deep timbre of his voice, the way it spoke of his joy. The muscles of his back flexed under my hands, and I dug my fingers into the hard flesh beneath them.Mine.
“You’re certain?” he breathed against my ear.
I nipped at his in response. “Yes.” And, in case that wasn’t proof enough, I brought my hands around to the button of his jeans. “I want to take these off you.”
He moved back half a step, and that was when I was truly certain he was with me on this. “Have your way. I never fight with omegas.”
“Liar,” I said tartly, and he laughed, then caught his breath as I stripped the jeans off him with more speed than he’d evidently been expecting. He’d gone commando, which was a nice treat, and there was no mistaking his interest in the proceedings. I shivered with eagerness; I’d never been the most patient of shifters, especially when it came to satisfying my lusts. “That’s better,” I remarked in a casual tone, while my eyes greedily drank in everything I’d been fantasizing about. Then I smiled up at him and draped my arms around his neck. “Your turn.”
His eyes were intense, focused on mine. His hands went to my dress pants, showing the signs of my own arousal. Efficiently, he undid the button and the zipper, and shoved them down off my hips. He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.
I’d gone commando too.
It was easy enough to slip out of my shoes and then we were both entirely naked, with no more than inches between us.
“Alpha?” I said and titled my head to the side in question.
Abel blew out a hard breath, then bent his knees slightly and picked me up. The civilized pack leader was gone—the man carrying me hastily down the hall was an alpha, my alpha. I felt his power brush up against me, a roiling blast of hunger and desire that warmed me from my head to my toes and fed my own omega needs. I responded to his call, smattering kisses over his shoulder, setting my teeth into the solid muscle at the base of his neck, my hands running wild with their new-found freedom to explore.
I had a brief impression of dark wood and walls when we got to his bedroom, and a wall made of glass that let the starlight in, but the rest of it was him, all him.
Mine.
He laid me on the bed and crawled on top of me. His weight settled between my legs and I obediently spread them wider, our cocks now pressed deliciously between our stomachs.
Abel growled and kissed my neck, grappling for my hands with the one that wasn’t keeping the better part of his weight from crushing my. I gave them to him and he stretched me out like prey beneath him, his to kiss, to enjoy, to mate.
Yours.
I chased his mouth, and when I couldn’t catch it, I let my own pleasure bubble out of my mouth in moans and gasps and, yes, some begging. I had to reassure him that he wasn’t frightening me a couple of times, that I would let him know if he did. He made mepromise, which was both funny and endearing. My tender alpha.
“I promise,” I cried at last, when he’d stopped again to check on me. “Now, please! Do that again.” And he’d laughed, and moved farther down my body, and then I lost all power of speech.
He tormented me for what felt like both hours and minutes, until I was begging again. I wanted him inside, to complete that connection, the balance between alpha and omega.
“We can do other things,” he said, once more overly cautious of me.
“Dammit, Abel.” I slapped him on the ass, startling him. “I want you. And if I don’t get you, I’m either not leaving, ever. Or I’m going to explode.”
“I’d like you to stay,” he said, teasing one of my nipples. They were still sensitive from the nursing and I gasped, feeling the pleasure, and again the rush as my milk began to let down.
“I’ll make a mess if you keep that up.”
“I have towels,” he said. “And extra sheets.” He raised his eyes to mine. “All right. You promised.”
“Yes, I did. Mate me, Abel. Make me yours in the eyes of the world, not just ours. I came here for this.”
“Okay.” He slid a hand down my side, to my hip, to my thigh, slipping his fingers behind my knee to hook his arm underneath it. Then he rolled over, putting me on top of him. “But I’d like you to be in charge. This time, anyway. We can talk more later.” He raised his lips to mine, his kiss as gentle as a spring breeze, as strong as an old oak.
I wanted to please him. “I will.” I’d read about this but had never done it. I sent a silent prayer forestward to the wolf goddess that I did this well—I didn’t want to break him.
