Page 115 of Omega's Flight
He laughed at me. "Fine." And he grinned at me, the most evil grin I'd ever seen on his face. For a moment I felt something that was kind of close to fear, but I realized that I'd just given Cas a challenge, and there was nothing he liked better than winning.
I was going to enjoy the hell out of the next however many minutes.
He restarted the torture back where he'd been, parked between my legs with his mouth working over my cock like he knew by instinct what felt the best to me. I moaned and squirmed beneath him and he held me down with the weight of his body, as if he was afraid I was going to try to escape. Ha! Not likely. But I'd never felt anything like this before, never had anyone pay this kind of attention to me before. Cas seemed to have the idea that I should have the alpha's share of the attention here, which was fine, and wonderful, and I was enjoying it very, VERY much. But I was going to come and it would be embarrassing, especially if he had me deep in his throat like he did right now.
"Cas? Cas!"
He rolled his eyes up to acknowledge me, but never stopped his downward motion toward the base of my cock.
"Cas You need to stop!"
Finally, he listened. "Why?"
"Because I don't want it to end that fast," I snapped at him in frustration.
His eyebrows flew up, and then he shot me a feral grin. "So you're enjoying this?"
I gaped at him, completely baffled. How could he not tell? Then I caught the glint in his eyes and realized he was teasing me. Which I should have known; it was, after all, Cas. My own eyes narrowed at him and his grin widened. "It's acceptable," I said, in as offhand a tone as I could manage with my heart racing faster than pups after candy.
He gasped and laughed and I had a moment to regret my temerity before he lunged up my body and pulled me hard against himself. "This is only our first time. If you're agreeable, we can do this as often as you want. Every day, even, if that would make you happy." His eyes had gone dark with humor and something more primitive. The feel of him, all muscle despite his complaints of being a flabby desk worker, made my legs weak even lying down. Doing this every day? My brain bent feverishly to the task of finding some way to make that happen. "Raleigh?" he asked, nudging me with his hips.
"Uhn. Yes. I'm trying to figure out how to get rid of the pups for a couple of hours every day."
He laughed. "We send them to bed, silly. But what I was getting at is that this isn't the only time you have me at your beck and more attractive call. You," he kissed the end of my nose, "can have this as many times as you want, as often as you want. I am yours to command." And instead of a formal bow, the kind of gesture that should have gone along with those words, his twisted in a long undulation that brushed his skin over mine, like he was stroking me with his whole body instead of his hand. "So, command me."
I realized I was shaking—fear, anxiety, lust? I couldn't tell any more. And we only had so much time. And as much as I wanted to spend all that time naked in his arms, I didn't want to be interrupted in the middle and not get everything I'd asked for when it was being offered so freely.
At least, that's how I excused it to myself later.
"Then I want you. Now. Inside me, on top of me. I want to know that we've done this, that you have a claim on me and I have a claim on you." I put my hands on either side of his dear, loving face and stared deeply into his eyes. "Take your omega."
He drew in a sharp breath, mouth open and I wondered if he was scenting the truth in my words. I still trembled with need, and when he slid down my body—not far, but just enough—I gave up any attempts at restraint and allowed myself to cry out my desire. He made a high-pitched noise like the whine of a needy pup, spread my legs to ease his entrance, and then he pushed inside and made me his.
Oh, definitely not the same as Degan, was the first inane thought that popped into my head. I couldn't have said how it was different, but he made my breath catch in my throat and my legs spread wider of their own accord. More of a welcome for him to my body. He didn't move much, none of the pounding that was Degan's natural pace, just a steady glide in and out, his body sliding along mine as much as his cock slid within it. I shivered and clung to him, closing my eyes so nothing could distract me from the slick friction of his movement and the jolts of pleasure it brought me.
Cas was quiet now, with the eerie intensity of a wolf on the hunt, his lips brushing against my cheek, my ear, the side of my neck. He seemed as overwhelmed by this as me, all his words stolen from him by the sheer vastness of the emotions that were overwhelming us. It made me happy to feel this from him, to know that as startled as I was, he was even more so. And to feel, in the purity of his movements and loving touches of his hands and mouth, how little he cared that he was not the master of this moment. I dug my fingers into the muscle of his back and shoved my heels against the bed, searching for even more of the wonderful feelings he was creating in me.
He groaned and his hips moved faster. "Raleigh," he gasped, and licked my neck.
I laughed, and wondered with the rapidly shrinking part of my brain that was free to think weird and crazy things if this was the fabled power of the omega, this rising mountain of ecstasy between us. "You close?" I whispered and kissed his ear.
"Lysoon, you have no idea," he said on a breathy laugh. "But you...?"
"I want to feel you come for me," I said, borrowing a phrase from one of Bax's novels. I stroked down his back to let my fingers curve over his ass, like I was holding him closer or trying to keep him from escaping.
A shiver chased my hand down his body and he groaned, then he suddenly felt...heavier on me. I welcomed it, that solidity, proof of his presence here. His thrusts became more urgent, his face buried in the crook of my neck and his fingers twisted into my hair to cup the top of my head. I wonder if he was planning to fuck so hard that I'd shoot right off the mattress, then decided that with Cas it might be an interesting experience. At the very least, we'd laugh, which was novel enough in and of itself that I always welcomed it.
But no, he was simply doing his best to encompass me, claim me as his and his alone as he drove himself into my body. I let all coherent thought drift away and let him do as he wished, my body following his like we'd been made for each other. Each thump of his flesh against mine sent a shock of ecstasy curling through me to coalesce in my groin, growing heavier and denser and less easily ignored as Cas growled and plunged into me. I bent my head to press my face into his hair and pushed back at him, gasping in time with his breaths until everything went white and black and sparkled and I couldn't breathe because my brain was coming apart and oh Lysoonka that felt so good, don't stop don't stop don't ever end.
I was nearly in tears when it finally faded away, and Cas held me and stroked my hair and my back, though I could tell he didn't understand what was wrong and it worried him. How did I explain to him that he'd felt so right and in that moment it had truly felt like I was at peace and with the alpha I was meant for? How to tell him I hadn't wanted to come back from that ecstasy to this ordinary world?
He'd said we could do this as often as I wanted.
I hoped his heart was in good shape.
C H A P T E R 8 3
A fter my evening with Cas had proved that I was indeed free of Degan and gave me hope of a different future, I realized that I needed to speak to the pups about it too. And it would have to be soon—Degan was going to be here for his visit in less than two weeks.
