Page 25 of In Deep
He smirks. “I’m going to make you come, Omega.”
I know he thinks he will, but there’s something wrong with me that can’t be fixed.
“It isn’t a challenge. We can still have fun if I don’t,” I tell him.
He can still knot me. God, I long to be knotted. Something I never gave much consideration to before has been occupying all my thoughts.
A crease forms over his brow. “I won’t have fun if my omega doesn’t come.”
“Please don’t make this–”
I don’t finish my words because he kisses me then. A long, lingering kiss that has my whole body shaking.
I’m so wet now, I’m pretty sure my underwear is ruined. I’ve never been this wet before.
His arms wrap around me, and he walks us around to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine. My knees hit the edge of the bed and he lowers me down.
I stare up at the white ceiling, shadows moving across the surface. I’m so nervous, so scared this is going to go horribly wrong for me. But I can’t fight the way I feel about this alpha any longer.
His fingers dig below the waist of my leggings, and he peels them down my legs, my knickers going with them, leaving my lower half completely bare.
“Shit,” he mutters, parting my legs and gazing down at me, making me blush. “You’re so wet, it’s filthy.”
I think he’s going to touch me, but he doesn’t. He shrugs off his shirt and I get my first look at how perfectly made he is. All bronze, tight-packed muscle. I shiver again and more slick gushes from me. It catches his attention, and he licks his lips.
He kisses me a second time, more hungrily, his tongue probing my mouth, his teeth nipping at my lips. His hands scrabble at my top, releasing the buttons, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of my stomach as he does, until my blouse opens like a book.
I open my eyes when he pulls back from our kiss and see him gazing down at my breasts.
“Fuck, you are a tease. I didn’t think you were wearing a bra, and I was right.”
He reaches out and slowly cups my right breast, groaning as he does.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I tell him. But he doesn’t answer. He’s too absorbed by my breasts. His thumb brushes over my nipple, and it responds, puckering as electricity flows across my skin. He does it again, the rough pad of his thumb discovering the grooves of my creased areola.
“So soft,” he mutters.
I am at his mercy. Frozen, not in terror, but in anticipation. I’m hanging on every breath. What will he do next? What reaction will he pull from my body?
“Close your eyes, Omega,” he whispers, and swallowing my anticipation, I do.
“Why?” I ask him.
“So you’re focusing completely on my touch. Can you feel it now?” He trails his fingertips down my throat, over my collarbone and up the curve of my breast to its peak.
“Y-y-yes,” I say as my back arches up to meet his touch.
“And this?” He touches me again, but this time it’s the warmth of his mouth as he kisses me gently on the neck, nuzzling under my ear. His hand ventures lower, running over my ribs and brushing against my stomach, down towards my hip bone. He strokes over this with his thumb, continuing to kiss my neck between whispered words. Words I hardly hear, just stolen syllables – good, girl, yes, mine.
The world is black beneath my eyelids, but colour spills across my vision regardless, sparked by the motion of his lips and his fingers. I float in this bliss, letting him worship me, not asking for anything in return.
I must be making a mess of his sheets. I must be scorching him.
His mouth travels down to my breast, and he kisses the tip of my nipple lightly before licking around it until it’s wet and cool.
“Such pretty tits,” he murmurs as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I groan so low it makes the mattress shake. “Ahhh, yeah, you like that. Like me sucking your tits.” He kneads at it as he sucks harder, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin.
The pulse between my legs grows stronger, and my whole body is electric and alive.
