Page 100 of The Packaged Deal

He’s magic, and I’m happy to drown in him.

He moves again, but I’m barely aware of it, until he tears his mouth from mine and drops me to the mattress.

I bounce back and scramble to my knees. Adrian pulls off his top. Holy crap, he is cut. Those muscles that he hides beneath practical doctor shirts are impressive. He’s got a long, lean torso with a v that disappears into his pants.

I yank my top over my head. It’s uncomfortable anyway. But as soon as it’s gone, my bra is too tight, too hot, too oppressive. I unclip it and hurl it across the room.

“Alpha,” I purr. Positively glowing as his eyes drink me in. My nipples are already hard, but they get even harder.

There is no fear, just this knowledge that this alpha is mine, and his eyes are looking at me with possession. I feel beautiful, desirable, sexy, wanted. I feel like his.

He unbuttons his pants, revealing a long, thick cock that’s weeping pre-cum. His pants drop, and he kicks them off before dropping onto the bed on his knees. He walks towards me, and then drops onto his hands over me.

I smirk up at him. “Hello, Alpha.”

“Omega.” His voice is rough, harsh.

We just stare at each other, tension building, until I can’t take it anymore. I clench my thighs together and squirm.

“Please?” It’s a husky whisper.

He presses his weight down, just so that we’re touching, before he lifts it again.

“Like that?”

I let out a mewl that sounds so pitiful and needy that it shocks me. Adrian rumbles deep in his chest and drops his weight onto me, pressing me into the mattress.

I wiggle as much as I can but wind my fingers around his neck to stop him if he even tries to escape. My thighs are pressed open, and my hips cradle his.

This is insane. The overpowering scent of him. He’s everywhere. He grinds himself against me, and then draws back, disappearing between my legs.

A tiny part of me just curls up in a ball and dies of embarrassment, but I murder that part of me when his mouth closes over my clit. I don’t know why I’m so much more nervous with Adrian, I think briefly, but then the thought evaporates. I arch off the bed, unable to control my body.

“Oh, fuck!”

He puts a hand on my belly to pin me down, but I thrash my head from side-to-side as he flicks his tongue and alternates with gentle sucks.

“Ad-” I can’t even get out his name. I pant and shudder as he wraps an arm under my thigh and drags me closer to his mouth.

He shifts and licks lower, probing and pressing his tongue into me.

“Adrian, that feels incredible,” I manage to pant out and reach down, stroking his hair. I feel this need to touch him. He presses his tongue against me and licks up to my clit again. I moan and tighten my fingers on his hair, pulling him closer. My hips writhe against him. My pants and moans fill the air.

“More. Please, I need more.”

Adrian growls and shifts his weight. His fingers press into me. Three of them. The sting is instant, but I feel so deliciously full, and after a moment, the burn eases, and I’m left with an urge to move. I clench, bearing down on him.

I look down and find his eyes on me. Hungry. Waiting. Fuck, that is so hot. With a slow smile, he curls his fingers inside of me, tearing a low, throaty moan from my very soul.

I gyrate against him as he pushes his fingers slowly in and out of me. The heat is everywhere. But no matter how hot I am, his mouth on my clit is hotter and the source of all my attention.

“Adrian, please!”

I can almost feel his smile, the pleasure in his body.

“You need to come, Omega?”

“Yes! Please!”

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