Page 94 of In Doubt
I tug him in for a hug. “Thank you.”
He hugs me back. “I know you’ll take good care of her, mate.”
Then he pushes me on my way and my feet can’t carry me quick enough, through the villa to the kitchen and then to the bedroom, a glass of cool water in my hand.
I pause outside the door and run my hand through my hair. I knock.
“Come in,” her bright voice responds.
It’s dim in the bedroom, the curtains pulled shut, but I see she’s alone, sitting up in the nest, dressed in Jake’s shirt.
“I brought you some water,” I hand it to her but her hands shake as she grasps it, water splashing over the rim. I notice the sheen of sweat on her brow, the frenzied look in her eyes. “Here.” I sit on the bed beside her, gripping the glass to steady it and bring it to her lips. She parts them automatically and I tip the water into her mouth. Her skin is scorching hot, I can feel it even though we’re not touching. As I tip the glass back upright, her face scrunches up in pain and she moans.
“It hurts?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to make it better,” I stroke her cheek, “little Geek?”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a geek,” she pouts at me, her face taut with the pain.
“No, there’s not. There are certain things that I think it pays to be studious about.”
A drip of water cascades down her chin and I capture it with my thumb, drawing it pack up to her lips.
“Like what?” she breathes, her eyes transfixed by my alpha gaze.
I smirk, trailing my thumb down her throat and the curve of her breast, full beneath the cotton of the shirt, down her stomach. There I halt. She’s not wearing underwear.
I want to touch her, but I have to be sure that this is what she wants.
I continue staring into the caramel of her eyes. “There’s one thing I studied harder than anything else.” I drift my thumb a little lower, feeling curls beneath the shirt.
“What?” she asks again.
“How to make an omega come.”
She smiles at this and I smile right back, lifting the hem of the shirt and gazing down at her.
“May I?”
She giggles. “You may.”
“Good.” I growl as I touch her. She’s all hot and swollen and wet as can be.
I’m going to make her come, make her feel better. First on my fingers and then on my cock.
I swim my digits through her folds, closing my eyes so I can focus all my attention on feeling her.
I didn’t own a lot as a kid, and I realise in this moment that there is one thing above all I want to own. Sweet omega pussy. Pussy that belongs to me and my pack. Pussy I can spend all day and all night pleasuring.
I discover her stiff little nub and toy with it, hearing her breath come in needy pants, her folds becoming wetter as more slick flows from her core.
Her clit quivers against my fingertips and I know it wouldn’t take much to have her coming. I want to feel her cunt first though. I find her entrance, and tease her as I circle it.
“You see,” I whisper to her. “Most girls, omegas especially, are just a bit greedy.” She harrumphs at this and I’m not surprised, even in the depths of her heat, Giorgie will call out what she suspects is bullshit. I pursue my point. “They want to come quickly.”
“I need to come. It hurts,” she whines.
