Page 18 of The Accidental Omega
My eyes go to her core.She smells fucking delicious.I lay on my stomach to study her closer. I can see Nara observing over my shoulder so I wave him to lay next to me.
“This is your clit, hmm?” I ask as I use my first finger to run down the little fold of flesh at her apex. She squeaks and wiggles beguilingly. As my finger slides up, the flesh pulls back. I pause and do it again, revealing a little bead. “Ah...thisis your clit,” I murmur. I twist my hand and run my thumb up and down it, to her moan and leg-twitching.
I slide my hand lower. “Good omega, nice and wet. That’s exactly what we want.” I circle my finger around her slick hole and she rocks her hips. “Fuck, little one, are you that worked up already?” I grin and press one finger inside her.
Oh shit. Fuck, Nara and Ryson weren’t kidding about how hot and incredible she feels. Or how small her body is.
Will she really be able to fit a Celnoe alpha cock? Let alone a knot? Or two, as is right and proper?
Before I can worry about that too intensely, my horny little omega works herself on my finger.
“Oh, is that right?” I tease as I lean in to kiss her thigh. She makes another embarrassed sound, which I dislike. I want her brazen and spreading herself for me.
I put my face to her cunt and she whimpers. I hold still for a moment, simply enjoying the scent of my omega aching for me to relieve her.
I lean in, and let my tongue loll out, licking her from her bottom hole to her clit.
“Whoa, easy,” she starts but I repeat my lick. She squeaks.
“That’s my...”
“Mmmhmm,” I mutter, tongue working over her again.
“I... uh...” she mutters.
“Quit,” Nara lectures. “Let our aleron taste you, sweetheart. Our paperwork said that humans use their mouths on each other.”
Her big, wide, unusually brown eyes seem to relax, her face calming a bit from where I peer up at her. I press my tongue into her soft, wet cunt, eliciting a gasp.I love the little noises escaping her mouth.
I lose myself in her, her taste and smell, her little hips, her odd tailless bottom that I’m holding in both my hands, keeping her cunt up and open for me. I find my hips rocking into the nest in time with her pointless—but adorable—little hip thrusts.
Her sounds turn breathier and I let the points of my tongue caress around her that little bud of flesh that is peaking out now. It drives her wild, apparently, her voice taking on a higher pitch and suddenly she grabs my horns. Her little hands wrap around them and I whimper, an embarrassingly soft noise if there were any but my pack in attendance. But around my pack, my family, I can be myself and none will judge me for the noises of pleasure that my omega draws out of me.
My hips thrust harder, the feel of the nest’s mattress soothingly good on my aching cock. My omega’s sounds of pleasure, of her imminent release, her soft hands on my horns, her sweet, creamy scent are beyond incredible.
I feel myself on edge and I don’t hold back. Of course the sound of my omega, thetasteof my omega, would make me release.
I moan, my tongue curling up, around, and over her lovely little clit repeatedly as I feel my seed puddle under me, wetting my cock and belly. My release was desperately needed, my dick aching, knot throbbing miserably, despite the recent help from Nara.
It’s her. Elizabeth.
Her pheromones are kicking my alpha instincts into high gear. I want to fuck her, breed her, hold her, protect her. She’s mine.
Another flick of my tongue under and around her clit and she releases on my face, gasping and her little cunt clenches. I whimper again, fucking the nest for all I’m worth.
I groan out one last spurt of seed as she tugs my head down into her pussy again. I grin, pleased with her both touching my horns, and feeling comfortable enough to pull on me. I continue to lick her.
“Zallan,” the voice seems far away as I’m awash in the pleasure of the taste of my little mate, who is humping my face for all its worth as she strokes my horns, obviously not ready for me to be done licking her cunt. Which I’m happy to oblige.
“Zallan.”It’s Nara. “You should stop so we can introduce a trainer or two.”
His words slowly penetrate the fog of lust around my brain.
I ease my body back and she whimpers piteously. Part of me is proud that I drove her to such high levels of need but a lower part of my brain wants to dive back in and make sure my mate doesn’t ache.
“That’s it,” Nara encourages me and I sit back on my haunches, wiping my face and blinking. I grab the upper blanket and toss it out of the nest.Good thing we have so many layers.
Nara edges in, pulling the box with the trainers with him. They are sold in our sexual needs shops for all smaller mating partners.
