Page 114 of Omega's Flight
He was laughing, the jerk. But I forgave him, because he grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me so thoroughly I nearly forgot my name.
We ended up on the bed. Somehow. Or at least I did. Cas stood over me like an alpha of legend and, far too slowly for my wants, pushed his jeans off onto the floor. His cock jutted out in front of him as if it was trying all on its own to breach the distance between us.
That thought made me giggle, which made Cas flop down on the bed and roll himself on top of me. He pushed my hands up above my head and held me there, his face pressed so close against mine he looked like he only had one eye. I laughed again and wrapped a leg around his hips.
"You won't be laughing in a few minutes," he warned me.
"I believe you," I told him, and rolled my hips to rub my cock alongside his. It was marvellous, far better than Degan. What a shitty thing to think. But I'd feel guilty for it later—right now, I had Cas and the satisfying weight of his body holding me firmly on the mattress. "What do you want me to do?"
He kissed me, his tongue tracing the shape of my lips until I grew brave enough to attempt the same thing back. It had never been something Degan had enjoyed, this slow seduction. Well, slower—I was too anxious to want to extend the torture too long. Perhaps another day... The thought distracted me for a moment and sent my hormones racing. I imagined an entire day to tease and touch and be wanted in return.
"Earth to Raleigh," Cas whispered in my ear. "Where'd you go?"
Should I tell him? Yes, I would. It was the kind of thing I thought would make him happy. "The future, I guess?" I squirmed against him again and let out a contented sigh. "I was thinking about this, and having an entire day to do exactly as we pleased. With no pups, no visitors." I grinned and bit the curve of his ear gently. "No clothes."
"You're on. I'll get my calendar," he said, but made no move to lift himself off me. "After."
"After," I agreed and arched my back. He let go of my hands and bent to kiss me some more, and I took advantage of my freedom to stroke down his sides and reach between us to touch him. He gasped loudly and pressed his face against the side of my neck. His moan vibrated across my skin like sparks, setting off a cascade of sensation across my own body. I was torn—I wanted him, needed to feel him fill me and make me his, but I also didn't want to put an end to this addictive torture.
Cas let out a sharp huff of air and lifted himself off my body. His eyes were near black, his pupils wide with arousal and I couldn't have looked away from him if I even wanted to. Which I didn't. He set my body on fire with his touch and I moaned as his lips moved from my jaw, to my neck, and down over my chest.
"Tell me if I do something you don't like," he murmured against one nipple, then gripped it gently between his teeth.
"You're doing fine. Oh!" He'd done something—his tongue?—I didn't know, all I was aware of was the shock of arousal that spread out from that point of contact, stealing my breath and making me squirm in frustration. I started considering whether there was enough time to have a 'take the edge off' quickie and then another go to really enjoy him, when he reached between us, moved my hand away from his cock and caught both of ours up in one hand to stroke them gently. In that instant, all logic fled, and all I could think about was the heat of him against me, the feel of his hand touching me in places I'd always held sacred to Degan. I was truly helpless before him, but even in my surrender, I didn't feel anxious or afraid. I felt loved, a new thing for me from anyone but family.
He left off tormenting my chest, the hand toying with our cocks moving to support his weight against the mattress and began exploring my belly, his tongue dipping teasingly into my bellybutton. It startled me—why did something so strange feel so good?
And then he went lower.
Lysoonka, I didn't know alphas did that! For that matter, only loose omegas were supposed to... I groaned and bit one fist, reaching down with my other hand to play with his hair while his tongue did things I never imagined to my cock. "Cas?" I begged, though I couldn't have said what I wanted.
He stopped his torment for a moment, resting his chin in the curve of my hip and smiling wickedly at me. "Yes?"
"Where did you learn to do that?" I raised my head and stared at him in wonder.
He shrugged, but his expression turned thoughtful. "I'm not going to pretend I'm a virgin."
"Well, neither am I. Degan never did that." And I would never have dared to.
He pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh—that felt good too and I instinctively spread my legs farther apart. Cas laughed and kissed me again, pressing his face farther into the space between my thighs to graze the soft flesh there with his teeth. "He was missing out on a good thing." His words vibrated against my skin and I shivered beneath them.
Cas licked the underside of my cock again, teasing around the tip with his tongue for a moment before he propped his head on his hand and gazed up at me with a blandly curious expression. "Degan never did anything like this?"
Dammit, I was enjoying myself. "Do we have to have this conversation now? Can't you just keep doing what you were doing?"
With a snort, Cas climbed up my body and kissed me. That wasn't what I'd been trying to make happen either, but it was acceptable. So long as afterward he went back to do what he had been doing just moments ago.
"What did you and Degan do in bed?" he asked.
"Really? You're going to talk about this now?" I glared at him in disbelief, then had to laugh as he started to backpedal.
"It can wait," he hurried to reassure me. "But," he added with a sly look. "It might give me ideas. Goals. You don't know what you might be missing out on."
I let my head fall back on the bed and laughed. "Now I see what Bax and Holland were talking about."
"What? You've been talking about me?" From his expression, he didn't know whether to be proud or worried and that made me snort a little with laughter, totally ruining the sexy mood we'd had going on.
"Only a little. Can we discuss this later?" I pushed at his shoulders.
