Page 60 of Abel's Omega
With Abel’s guidance, I raised myself up on my knees and gripped his cock gently in one hand. Carefully, I moved him into position and then, with his eyes on mine, full of love and pride, I settled onto him, slowly filling myself and quenching one fire, only to add fuel to another one. “Oh,” I breathed, and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back while I basked in the feeling of Abel’s cock inside me. It had never felt like this with Patrick—I’d been pleased to be a good mate, had taken physical pleasure from our joining, but I’d never… I had no words to describe this.
Perhaps the difference was that this mate was one I had chosen for myself.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. His hands rested on my hips like, thumbs stroking back and forth over the skin beneath them.
“Oh, yes,” I said, feeling drunk with it all. “Very okay.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “We will definitely be making up for lost time.”
That made him laugh, which was what I’d intended, though the words I’d spoken were true.
Abel moved beneath me, a small change in orientation, and I felt him press against that spot inside. I closed my eyes again and let my delight in him make itself known in sound and the frantic movement of my hands against his chest.
“Do with me what you will,” he whispered, and stroked his hands down my thighs and back up again. “I want to see you please yourself.”
“What about you?”
“I’m already pleased,” he said on a laugh. He took my hands and brought them to his mouth, kissing the backs of my fingers, then turning them over to kiss the palms. “Call it my Christmas present.”
I laughed back at him and leaned down to steal a kiss for my lips as well. “Midwinter Wolf has something for the Alpha too.”
“I think he’s brought me enough tonight, but I won’t argue.”
His lips moved against mine as he talked, and I opened to him for the pleasure of his touch and the warmth of his tongue against mine. “I hope not.” I tried moving my hips, experimenting with the angle, with my balance—well, with everything. The novels had talked about this, but had been lacking a certain amount of detail in the description.
I really hoped I didn’t break him.
His breath caught as I moved, and soon I found a rhythm that seemed to suit the two of us. His hands played over my body, touching here, scratching there. I let my head fall back as my body took over, chasing our own mutual delight. My thighs soon burned with the strain, and I made a resolution to get more practice in this. For the muscle tone.
Abel closed one hand around my cock, so that every move I made pushed me through the caress of his palm. Closer and closer, I rode him with my body, and he rode me with his attention and his hands and the love I felt pouring out of him. How lucky I was, to have gone from an unwanted omega to this. Whatever it took, I would make sure he’d never regret his choice.
My own pleasure mounted, and I braced myself on him so I could ride him more fiercely. The noises he made… it drove me wild, and I howled my desire as my body barreled toward its goal.
His hand around my cock began to move as well, and that little bit extra threw me over the edge. I cried out, and my body shuddered in spasms of pleasure as I came in his hand.
As the last waves of ecstasy curled through me, I felt him swell inside my body, a heavy pressure against my womb and that secret place inside that demanded I give even more up to him. As he came inside me, the pleasure rolled and crashed against me again, and I nearly wept for happiness and the sheer overwhelming power of what Abel was giving me.
I found myself, moments later, or perhaps ages, resting against his chest, his heart a comforting rhythm beneath my ear, and his arms wrapped tightly around me. He stroked my back and my hair, uttering soothing noises, and I wrapped myself around him like I was a blanket.
“You okay?” he asked, and kissed the top of my head.
“Yes.” I smiled and pressed my cheek briefly against his chest. “Mine.”
“I am.”
“And yours.”
“That too.”
We never did manage to get anything to eat.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
I think we slept for a while—I know I was tired. All the tension of the past months worn out of me in one fell swoop. It felt like my life had taken another turn, and it stretched ahead of us for miles. I shifted beside him, because I wanted to feel him pressed against my skin, awaken new nerve endings to the wonder that was Abel.
“What time is it?” I asked, though I didn’t want to leave.
“Late,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.
I sighed. “I should let Bram go home.” I drew a pattern on the middle of his chest. He had some chest hair, but not so much he looked like his wolf when he was human too. I liked it; I found it erotic. “Would you like to spend the night in my apartment?”
