Page 22 of Ready or Not

Omegas are notoriously good at picking up on emotions.

Her skin is warm against mine to the point that I wonder if it’s actually safe for the baby.

I’m going to give evolution a little more credit than that.

My system is convinced we fully know how to help bring that fever down.

The material of my sweatpants is soaked in her slick. My chest is also covered in her sweat, but it smells like creamy strawberries, so it’s not like I mind.

My shaft happens to be perfectly aligned to where I believe I could thrust up into her without waking her…

If my damn sweats weren’t in the way.

Well, that and I tilted a little bit.

But I’m willing to be flexible to make this happen.

Her head is lying on my arm, and I stretch that hand down to tease up the bottom of her pajama dress.

I’m really digging the easy access.

Her ass cheek is hot against my palm, which makes me more concerned. My fingertips dance down until I can feel her lower lips from behind. It takes a little maneuvering, because she’s plastered to my thigh, but I make it work.

She’s absolutely drenched.

I’ve done jack shit to get her this turned on, so it’s clearly the biology thing Bishop mentioned. She’s been stressed out, and on top of that, she has always needed alpha pheromones.

My middle finger teases between the lips of her sex. Her entrance stretches around my single digit, and I bite my lip to hold back a groan. She’s incredibly snug to the point my cock jerks. There’s a clear temperature differential between her body and mine.

Her leg brushes over my shaft as she wiggles her pussy. I’m betting she’s chasing friction for her clit.

The scent of her perfume is everywhere. It’s a step past just arousal, and it makes me ache to slip inside her.

I use my free hand to tilt her face up to mine and brush my lips over hers. She grunts, grinding against my thigh.

I really fucking dig the way she clenches around my finger as she teases her clit the way she likes it. Her big blue eyes blink lazily as her mouth forms an O.

Chuckling darkly, I add another finger to her dripping hole.

“You can come all over my thigh while I finger fuck you into oblivion, or you can climb on my cock. I’ll leave that up to you.” My teeth dig into my lower lip as I wait to see what she’s going to say. My fingers are barely able to twist in and out as her cunt locks down and my hand gets extra juicy. “Fucking hell, sweetheart. You know, I wanted to wait until I could call you my wife before I slipped inside you for the first time.” I chuckle. “Never thought I’d be the old-fashioned type, but it does wild shit to my brain.”

“Holt,” she moans as her eyes fall shut. “I’m so close. I want your cock, but I’m a little afraid I’ll squish you.”

I snort. “I should make you ride my face for that bullshit comment.”

She wiggles against my thigh, right below my hip bone. It’s so close but so far away from where I need her.

I’m not expecting her hand to dig into the waistband of my sweats, but she tugs until my cock bobs out.

The sticky head slaps against my lower stomach, and I groan.

Pulling my hand free from her needy little pussy is almost impossible, but I’ve got to get my dick inside her.

It’s no longer a want.

This shit absolutely qualifies as a need.

She wraps her fist around my length as I move her over me. It’s adorable that she thinks she’s too heavy. Literally, I could fireman’s carry Bishop if I had to. Although it would hurt like a fucking bitch, I’d still manage it if it came to that.

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