Page 51 of Shattered Omega

Good.

I’d like to be a beef Wellington master (whatever a Wellington was).

“Thank you for dealing with those horrible omega scents,” she whispered as the tutorial began.

“Of course, Little Nightshade,” I said, humming happily as she clung to me tighter.

Definitely worth the fine of discharging a firearm.

The video rolled and I paid close attention.

We were just at the part where the chef was showing exactly how fine I needed to chop the chestnut mushrooms and shallots. In a hot pan, they said to?—

I jumped.

Shatter was hugging my arm, and her teeth had grazed my skin. My cock jumped to attention as it should at the feel of her teeth on my flesh.

“It’s okay, you can keep watching,” she said, something strange in her voice, as if she were keeping something from me.

I eyed her curiously as she lowered herself between my legs, easily freeing my length and grasping it in her dainty hands. I could watch that all day. I was totally torn between the tutorial and the way she drew her tongue up my shaft, perfect and slow.

Fuck.

Video.

I blinked back at it as they were discussing wrapping the beef.

The moment my eyes drifted from her, I felt her lips press to the tip of my cock, taking me in.

I looked back to her. “Are you trying to school me in how difficult it is to study while someone’s being distracting?”

She drew her lips from the tip, an indignant expression on her face as she narrowed her eyes at me. “So what if I was?”

“Well—” I brushed my thumb along her cheek, and the low earthy note of her nightshade scent became frenzied with lust. “—I’d say I need a really solid education to get where you’re coming from.”

Fuck, it was hot, seeing her fist close around my cock like that.

Her lips returned to the tip, and I groaned as she took my length in her mouth. She was way too good at this, and her golden eyes were molten with feverish lust.

“… around the beef, twisting the ends of the cling film to secure. Chill this in the fridge to ensure it holds its shape…”

Right.

Uh. I did need to be paying attention to how that wrapping looked. I glanced between her and the screen. She didn’t deserve anything less than a Wellington master.

This was a test.

Hmm.

I nudged it closer to my legs so I could see them both easier, then felt a little spike of heat in my veins as her expression flashed with derision.

“Keep going, Nightshade,” I told her, as she looked around to stop. “I want to see you fuck your tight little throat like you do for Dusk.”

She’d told me she liked it when I used the bond, anyway. Plus, she did say I needed a proper lesson.

How could I argue with that?

The hand not closed tightly around my swelling knot dug into my thigh as she took me all the way. I did love how submissive she was. Her expression mixed brattiness and lust as she was forced to keep taking me down, and I heard the low growl in her chest as my eyes flicked between her and the laptop screen.

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