Page 69 of The Omega Verse

“Your fingers are so not the bomb,” she gasps when I finally take mercy on her and pin her to the blankets. “They’re my least favourite part of your body.”

“Is that so?” I ask, grinning down into her flushed face. Her hair’s a mess and she’s got tears in her eyes from all the torture. “I remember you begging for them during your heat. And I’m pretty sure you licked them clean on numerous occasions.”

She rolls those baby blues at me. “That was then, and this is now. I’m a beta again. That means my brain is back in charge of my body and my finger licking days are over.”

Like hell they are. “You sure about that, darlin’? Your designation might have changed, but I’m pretty sure you’re the same needy little girl who rode my hand until she creamed.”

Her eyes blow wide at my dirty talk, but she holds firm. “Yep. Mind over matter, Kobi. My hormones are firmly back under control.”

Which sounds like the perfect challenge for any alpha. “You okay if I test that theory? I mean, if you really feel that way, maybe I need to up my game.”

She twitches as she studies my mouth. “For research purposes?”

I smirk and brush my nose down her cheek. “If Kobi Grace can’t strum a girl to a toe-curling orgasm, we should alert the medical community. Someone will need to do some tests.” She stiffens against me, her gaze dipping away, and I curse myself. There’s a reason she gets Tom to do all her health stuff. “Hey, look at me, Cass. Ignore my stupid mouth. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“It’s okay,” she says quietly. “It’s more of a habit than anything.”

“Not when it hurts you like this.”

She licks her lips, but her thoughts are a mile away from our flirty banter. “That grooming place I told you about? They wouldn’t pay Donahue until their doctor did some tests.”

Jesus Christ. She was a kid, shuttled around by the system, and then her trust gets abused like that? No wonder she hates doctors. As to the arseholes who hurt her, I hope Tom’s army buddy paid it back in spades. “I’m sorry, Cass.”

I lift my weight off her, but she grabs my hips, holding me still. “I don’t want my past holding me back, Kobi. Can you just… look at me like you were doing before?”

She drops her eyes for that last part, and I know it’s not easy for her saying this stuff to me. Silva says she’s shy, but River told me it’s a self-preservation thing. Don’t put yourself out there and you can’t get hurt. Fuck that. My girl never has to hide her feelings from me. “I look at you how I really feel, it might burn your panties off.”

Her lips twitch, but I can feel her relaxing under me. “Promises, promises.”

“Hell no. That’s a guarantee.”

I slide my hand down her waist, rubbing the silky dress over her hipbone. She arches under me, her flush spreading down her neck. She moans when my fingers graze her heat and I kiss her like I’ve been dreaming about. Her mouth tastes so good, her tongue so eager as it slides against mine, I don’t even move my fingers until she bucks against them. I glance down at her silky underwear and bite my lip. “Damn. These panties are too pretty to go up in flames.”

She doesn’t hesitate to lift her hips. “You better take them off, then.”

I grin as I help her wiggle out of them, but as soon as they’re balled in my hand, the screen lights up and a chirpy voice comes through the speaker, telling us all about the delights of ice-cold cola.

“Damn drive-in,” I mutter. “Who thought this was a good place for a date?”

But Cass just laughs and grabs the front of my shirt. “I want to watch the trailers. But you promised the whole experience, right?” When I nod, she gives me a flirty smile. “Then you can put my panties in your pocket for later.”

Talk about going up in flames… I do just that, rolling so that Cass can lie against me with her head on my shoulder. I break out the other snacks while we watch the trailers and then, when the feature starts, she slaps my chest. “You brought me to a horror movie?”

“Well, sure,” I smirk. “I wasn’t plannin’ on actually watching it, though…”

She slaps me again, but then settles back down with a shrug. “I guess ‘Jaws’ is kind of fitting, though. The Southern Ocean is a prime hunting ground for Noah’s Arks.”

I smirk. I love their rhyming slang - Noah’s Ark for shark - although I think Cass is the first person under sixty I’ve ever heard using it.

“Give me a grizzly bear over a great white any day.” I shake my head. “I tell Jett he’s nuts for surfing as much as he does. Has to improve his odds of running into somethin’ with teeth.”

She shrugs, but leans up on an elbow to touch my beard, her finger skimming over my bottom lip. “I guess some things are worth the risk.”

“Damn straight,” I murmur, and then we’re kissing again. I can’t help but rub my mouth across her soft neck, brushing her bite marks with the tip of my tongue. If dudes in wetsuits taste as good as Cass’ throat, I don’t blame those sharks at all. “You look pretty with these marks, darlin’.”

“I love them,” she admits, arching her neck. “And when you touch them like that…”

I growl in my throat as I nip the bigger bite of the two. Tom’s of course, since the guy has a mouth that would put a great white to shame. “You feel this in your needy little pussy?”

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