Page 23 of Snowed In Sucker
We both burst out laughing. It’s amazing how much better I feel just from being close to Jett. His scent washes over me, like a warm blanket tucked around my shoulders. This is all so scary and new, but I welcome it.
“When do we,” my words cut off as I think about the words, “you know?”
“Use my mating tentacle?”
“Yeah. That.”
“As soon as you’re ready,” Jett says. “I can feel it. It’s ready to be used. Our eggs are ready to be deposited inside of you.”
“This feels so strange. Never once have I thought about being a carrier. I’m an alpha.”
“I know,” Jett whispers, petting my cheek. I lean into his touch. “This must all be overwhelming for you. I’m sorry it’s happening so quickly.”
“That’s okay. Maybe it’s better this way. I can’t really overthink it if it’s happening right now.”
Jett smiles at me. “Are you ready?”
“We are not doing this on my couch,” I say with a giggle. “Take me to bed, Jett.”
“Gladly,” Jett says, getting off the couch before leaning down and picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders as he carries me through my home. I direct him as we go, showing him where my bedroom is.
Jett sets me on the ground, immediately working at getting my clothes off. Once I’m completely naked, instead of getting into bed, I move over to my bathroom and get the shower started.
Jett quickly gets naked as well, joining me in the shower. He wraps his arms around me from behind, the hot water hitting my front. My body relaxes. Jett gets the soap, lathering up my body.
My ass feels funny and I realize that I’m wet. Gods, is this what omegas feel like when they get turned on? It feels weirdly good and tingly. I also have a burning desire to be fucked. I feel achingly empty. I need Jett. I need hismating tentacle.
“I can smell it,” Jett breathes against my ear. “You’re wet.”
I whimper as I scoot my ass back, rubbing against his erection. Jett adjusts himself until the head of his cock slips into my ass. Oh gods. Fuck. I’ve bottomed before but it’sneverfelt like this.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp out, pushing back and impaling myself on Jett’s cock. I can’t take my time and enjoy this. No. I’m filled with a need like never before. I need to be fucked. I need to bebred.
“Landon,” Jett says, his voice coming out in a hiss. “Slow down. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I promise you will be thoroughly filled before the night is over.”
Jett’s hands rub over my sides, soothing me. He starts slow, fucking me in soft thrusts. Pleasure surges through me and my body tenses. How the fuck am I already so close to coming? We’ve barely gotten started!
“You are so good,” Jett breathes out, nipping the back of my shoulder. “So good, Landon. I adore you so much and I am so lucky to call you mine.”
“Yours,” I say in agreement, unable to form more words than that. Normally, I’m the one praising Jett but today, things are reversed. His praise washes over me, warming me just as much as the hot water is.
“I’m going to make you come,” Jett explains, his movements picking up speed. “I want you nice and relaxed. Then I’m going to take you into the bedroom and breed you. I’m going to fill your body with our eggs.”
I whine, the noise punched out of me against my permission. As he speaks, Jett reaches down and grabs my cock, stroking me. It’s all too much. He does exactly as he promised, making me come. My legs shake and my body gives out. Thankfully, Jett is right there, keeping me on my feet with his strong arms around me.
“Jesus fuck,” I gasp out, trying to catch my breath. My body is all tingly and loose, but I’m still not satisfied. I needmore.
“I’ve got you,” Jett promises as he picks me up and carries me out of the shower. He wipes us both down before bringing me to bed.
Grabbing a pillow, he helps me into position. I’m on my stomach with the pillow below my hips, giving him the leverage he needs. My hands tighten against the sheets below me, anticipation making me tense up again.
“Don’t tense back up,” Jett teases, leaning down to bite my ass cheek. He skims his fingers over my crack, opening me up. I feel so flayed open, so exposed. I wish I could see him.
“Jett,” I say softly. “I want to see you. Can we do this the other way around?”
“Of course, my heart.” My chest swirls with affection at the pet name. Jett helps me flip over, keeping the pillow under my hips but moving me so that I can look at his face as we do this. I need this connection. I need to know this is what he wants just as much as I do.
“I’m gonna slowly feed you my mating tentacle,” Jett explains, his deep voice soothing me. My skin breaks out into goosebumps and my stomach flutters with excited anticipation. His tentacles are already out and there, right below his belly button, is a new tentacle. This one is thinner than the others with a hole at the tip. That’s how the egg or eggs are going to get inside of me.
