Page 32 of The Omega's Secret Baby
It was a confusing feeling when I wasn't being high on it. And Matt was the only one who could push me into this state. He was my drug.
No wonder I'd fallen to pieces when he left.
Unconsciously, I dug my fingers into his back. He made a low noise in the back of his throat, and then he started moving, putting a stop to all my thoughts.
He went as fast and hard as he could in our position, keeping his lips pressed to my mouth. I bucked my hips, wanting more, always more. My body shook a little every time he hit my prostate, sparks of need tearing through my self-control. I moaned into Matt's mouth, utterly unable to keep quiet.
After another minute, he gave me the pillow back, leaned up a bit to grab my hips and started really pounding into me.
I was glad for the pillow. Without it, I would have woken not only my kid but everyone in the neighborhood.
Matt hadn't lied when he'd said he wanted to go to town on me. Every thrust came hard and deep. He was wrecking me. And I loved it.
If it hadn't been for the pillow, I would have begged him for more. I nearly sobbed when I felt his large hand wrap around my cock. It was almost too much. I didn't want to come yet, I wanted to ride this feeling forever, but there was no way that I could hold back. Once Matt started stroking me in time with his thrusts, I was done for. I struggled to hold back the flood, but the waves came crashing over me anyway. I bit the pillow hard as my orgasm tore through me like a force of nature until I was absolutely spent.
Above me, Matt groaned in a way that let me know he was done too. I laid the pillow aside and closed my eyes as he embraced me a moment later. After the intense climax I'd just had, his arms around me felt like the only thing holding me together. And I was strangely okay with that--even as part of me wondered whether I was setting myself up for more heartbreak.
15
Elias
The next morning, my brother was already in the kitchen making coffee when I got up. That was a rare occasion. Usually, he liked to sleep late. But that was not the only thing different about him that morning. He seemed... awfully jumpy when I entered the kitchen.
“Something wrong?” I asked, when he almost dropped the mug he was getting out of the cupboard upon hearing me step inside.
“No!” He whirled around to me. “Nothing. How was your night?”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “How wasyournight?” Come to think of it, I hadn't heard him come home. “You were out pretty late, weren't you?” I gave him a grin. I liked the thought that he might have been out with someone. These days, that rarely happened. My brother was only two years younger than me, but as far as I knew, he was still a virgin.
And right now, he was blushing like one too.
“It wasn'tthatlate.”
I stepped up to him and patted him on the back. “Nothing to be ashamed of,” I told him. “You really should get out more.” Honestly, I felt a little guilty sometimes that my brother didn't have more of a social life. There was a myth floating around that some people believed and which said that omegas should be virgins until their matings because apparently weimprinton the first guy we sleep with and never get over him.
That was crap, of course, but since I'd never really moved on from Matt, I feared Griff might be wondering if there was something to it. And that sort of pressure could ruin any budding romance.
“I'm not ashamed,” Griff said, pouring some coffee into his mug. “Nothing happened.”
“Fine.” I grabbed a mug for myself. “But you know it'd be cool even if something had happened.”
“I know,” he insisted and then he pressed his lips together.
“Okay, I won't talk about it anymore.” I turned away from him to sit at the table. “But even if your night was uneventful, mine wasn’t.”
“What do you mean?” His eyes grew wide. “Wait, did you and Matt…?”
I laughed a little, because I wasn't sure how else to react. “Yeah, it kind of just happened.”
Griff sat at the table with me. “So... what does this mean now? Are you getting back together?”
“Honestly? I don't know. It sort of... sounded like that. I asked him if he was going to stick around. I meant for Jake, but... you know. I didn'tjustmean for Jake. I think he got that.” Or did he? I hadn't been super clear the night before. It was difficult to be super clear when your brain was doused in hormones.
“You should really talk about that some more.”
I sighed. “You're probably right.”
“Have you thought about when you're going to tell Jake?”
