Page 50 of The Omega's Secret Baby
Somehow, with those words, the playful tone of his voice and the absolute trust he placed in me, Eli managed to get a low chuckle out of me. “I do love that kid.”
“See? Nothing to worry about.”
Oh, there were so many things to worry about. But this omega could make me forget all of them, even if just for a couple of hours, and that was what I wanted tonight. What I needed.
I leaned up to place a kiss on his lips. He welcomed the gesture without reservation. And as I closed my eyes and listened to the crackling of the fire place, feeling the softness of his lips against mine, I did feel transported back in time. We were back where we’d started all those years ago. Only this time, more than ever, I wanted to make Eli mine. I wanted to leave a mark that everyone could see in the morning. So that everyone would know who this omega belonged to. I’d never felt the need to claim as strongly as I did now. It was a bit scary in its intensity, even to me, but even so, I had no inclinations of curbing it.
I was lucky, really, that Eli didn’t seem to mind when I dug my fingers into his shoulders and trailed my lips down his neck to graze the sensitive skin there with my teeth. He gave a low sigh and let his head fall back, as if granting me permission. And his skin smelled so sweet. As if calling out to me. There was no way I could have held back. Letting my instincts take over, I sucked at the skin, and I bit. Not deeply enough to draw blood, but deep enough to leave dents.
Eli hissed, and tangled his fingers in my hair, pressing me even closer to himself, as if this was whathewanted too. He was too much. Everything I’d ever wanted in a mate, and more than I deserved. Swallowing the emotions welling up in me, I let go of his neck and kissed the spot behind his ear instead.
“I love you so much,” I rasped. Another way this day was different from the past. I’d never told him that I loved him back then. I should have, but I didn’t.
Eli turned his head to meet my gaze. “Do you?”
“More than I could ever put into words.” I pressed my lips to his again, my hands finding their way underneath his sweater and his shirt to skate over his skin. He raised his arms, as if inviting me to rid him of the fabric. An invitation I would never turn down.
Thank God I’d gotten a fire going, because it wasn’t long before we’d both lost half our clothes.
“I love you too,” Eli whispered, sliding his hand over my naked chest. “From the first time you brought me here… until now. I never stopped. Not truly.”
I pressed him into the soft leather of the couch, kissing his chin, his jaw, his neck. “I should never have left you.”
“I forgive you,” he murmured, reaching out to undo my belt as I straddled his hips, feeling something hard and hot in his pants. The scent of his arousal was strong in the air, mixing with my own as Eli opened my fly.
We didn’t waste any more time on words after that. I pulled some lube and a condom out of my pants before discarding them, and then I focused all my attention on stripping the omega beneath me as well.
Eli was handsome even with his clothes on, but there was no sight more beautiful than having him naked and willing before me. His eyes dark, his skin flushed, and his cock straining toward his belly as if asking for touch.
Every time I saw him like this, I fell in love all over again. In love and lust. That same need to possess as before came over me again.
“Turn on your belly,” I told him, and as soon as he complied, I kissed his lower back, feeling the flames of desire within myself burn brighter with every whiff of his scent I breathed in. I wanted to have him. But I didn’t want to hurt him. Not unnecessarily. So I made myself coat my fingers in lube and prepare him for me. He opened up without a hitch, spreading as well as he could in the little space we had.
“Want you,” he said on a sigh as my fingers brushed his warm inner walls. His words were followed by a needy sound he made in the back of his throat—and which translated the height of his desire to me even better. It was a struggle, really, to not just grab his hips at that point and ram into him.
Especially since I got the feeling he wanted me to.
But no. He was trusting me, handing control over to me, and I would not hurt him. I’d promised him that the very first time he’d let me take off his clothes in this very cabin, and I saw no reason to take those words back just because he was more experienced now, or because I was horny as hell.
And so I stretched him with my fingers until he squirmed, trying to rub himself on the leather of the couch. Then I withdrew my fingers and leaned over him, inhaling the sweet smell of his hair, tinged with the scent of his sweat and arousal. “Stop that,” I told him, wrapping one hand around his cock and swallowing the moan that escaped him with a quick kiss. “I’ll make you come. I’ll take care of your needs.”
“Please,” was all Eli had to say in response.
He didn’t have to ask me twice.
I entered him slowly, carefully, but once I was fully sheathed, my control wore thin, and the way Eli bucked up against me didn’t help matters. He felt so hot and tight that I had to bite my teeth together to keep from bitinghimagain. And then he squeezed around me and I thoughtfuck itand went for it, biting the skin where his shoulder met his neck. He gave a low, appreciative moan, and I wondered why I’d never done this before.
Because you never wanted to leave marks.
But tonight, I had no such reservations.
In fact, I wanted nothing more than to leave marks all over him. Really give people something to talk about, if they were going to be talking anyway.
I moved from his neck to his right shoulder blade, then to his left, sucking and nipping at bits of his skin, while I lightly dragged the nails of my free hand down his chest. He bucked his hips again in a wordless plea, and I pumped his cock once or twice until he started writhing, asking for me. He was already so close--I could tell by the way his breath came quick and shallow. He was so stunning when he surrendered to me like this, lost in his lust.
Deciding to put him out of his misery, I started to thrust into him. I didn’t bother starting slow either. No, we were both too far gone to be satisfied by that, so I went all out, delivering hard and sharp thrusts to his prostate that had him moan out his pleasure in a way that fueled the flames burning within me as well. Over and over I burrowed myself in him, trying to drag out my release for as long as I could. I didn’t want this moment to end. I didn’t want to face reality again.
But Eli felt too good for me to last long. The moment I felt him come in my hand, making a noise halfway between a sob and a moan, I was gone as well. He contracted around me, as if to draw out all of my seed, and I could have cried with the relief of my release. It wasn’t just the force of my orgasm that shook me—although that was overwhelming in itself—it was also how good it was to be with Eli like this. Like lovers who didn’t have anything to fear from being caught.
