Page 78 of The Omega Verse

We spend a couple of hours in the jacuzzi and swimming pool, kissing until our lips are raw and our fingers have turned to prunes. The crew serve us a sumptuous seafood dinner in the sky lounge, an acoustic set of The Sundowners’ hits playing through the speakers. We drink a little, swap random stories, and thankfully, no one makes me sing. When we’ve finished a hazelnut semifreddo that literally melts in our mouths, Jett grabs a guitar off one of the crew, and serenades me under the stars.

One amazing perk of a rockstar relationship? Having a man with a gravel-and-velvet voice crooning love songs at you – and actually meaning them.

“Are you happy to stay here tonight?” he asks when he sets the guitar aside and pulls me against his chest. He’s playing with my necklace as I roll my head to look up at the stars, and I can’t help but think of my mates. I really hope they’re having a puppy pile right now. “We can head back early tomorrow.”

It means I’ll have to open the bakery late, and he must sense my hesitation, because he rubs his eyebrow. “I called Dusty earlier and asked him to cover for you.”

I sit up to look at him. “You called Dusty? Oh, my God. What did he say?”

“After he pierced my eardrum with his shriek? Something about the best mating mashup in history.”

I smirk and lie back down. “He’s not wrong there. I bet we’re the only punk-rock-country pack in existence.”

“Don’t forget the sweetest pastry chef, and the only dude who ever called me a brat and got away with it.”

I laugh, because I can just see Tom saying that. And Jett is totally a brat, but lucky for me, I have a soft spot for them. “Let’s stay,” I tell him. “How often do I get to spend a night on a superyacht with a rockstar?”

“As often as you damn want, if that’s your thing. Yachts, penthouses, sports cars.” He waves a dismissive hand. “You tell me what you like, Cassie, and we’ll make it happen.”

It’s a nice thought, but the biggest perk is still wrapped in my arms. “Just your bite, Jett. All the rest of it is just a pretty backdrop.”

He swipes a thumb over my neck and looks at me with hunger sharpening in his eyes. “Then let’s go work on that bite.”

He carries me into the owner’s suite, and we kiss some more on the fancy silk-draped bed. But the gorgeous stateroom really is just a pretty backdrop, because all of my attention is fixed on Jett. He doesn’t say a lot between kisses, but every touch is adoring, the look in his eyes making my breath catch. Maybe he still sees some part of Steven in my face, but I don’t mind that. If anything, it makes what we have even more precious. As if the cost of losing my brother is finding a home in the arms of his best friend.

Even though our lips are numb from kissing, we take our time, exploring each other slowly. Jett seems determined to lavish all his attention on me, but I push his back against the covers and take his hard shaft in my hand. It pulses against my palm, a thick drop of pre-cum pooling on the tip. We both groan as I bend to flick it with my tongue, and the taste of him – chocolate and musk – makes me desperate for more.

But before I can wrap my lips around him, Jett is lifting me up and turning me to face the foot of the bed. I blink at the new position, especially when his breath feathers over my damp thighs. “Baby, there’s no way I’m coming in your pretty mouth without tasting you first.”

Taking my hips in his calloused hands, he pulls me down to his mouth, and I almost collapse forward onto his straining cock. The first swipe of his tongue through my folds has me crying out, and I fist the comforter as he sucks my aching nub. A long, cool finger slides into my channel, stroking my walls, and I could melt right into the bed, but the sight of his hard cock inches from my face makes my mouth water.

There’s another bead of pre-cum on his crown and I chase it, licking the way down his shaft. The sensation of his hot, silky skin on my tongue makes me moan, and I lose myself to the dual stimulation. To feel his thick cock fill my mouth, while his fingers and tongue worship my pussy.

But before I can fall apart all over him, he rolls until our positions are reversed and then he’s driving back between my lips. I open my throat and take him as deep as I can, swirling my tongue to draw out another groan. He grips my ankles, his cheeks rasping against my thighs, and I love the way it feels like he’s caging me to the bed. I’m drowning in his musk, in the way he fills my every pore.

“Look, Cassie.” Jett’s voice is slurred as he nods towards a mirror on the wall. “Look at how we fit together.”

A gut-deep moan leaves me as I turn my head towards our reflection. Jett is like a sex dream given life; all tanned skin and swirling ink on tight muscles, his moody eyes drilling into mine. But what surprises me is how I don’t look out of place. My skin is paler, my body softer, but I’m like some wanton feast he can’t get enough of as his head dips back down and tastes me again. Pleasure rolls through my body -as much because of what I’m seeing as what I’m feeling – but before it can hit its peak, Jett is moving me again.

“Up on your knees, baby. I’m going to come in this sweet pussy while we watch each other fall apart.”

I cling to him as he raises me up. My knees wobble, but he slides in at my back, reaching around to cup my breasts. The sight of his inked arms holding me close makes my head spin. But it’s the way that he rolls my nipples, his cock sliding along my arse, that has me panting. And his mouth, those red, smirking lips, so close to my throat as he kisses along my shoulder.

“Please, Jett. I need you to claim me.”

His fingers pinch my nipple as he notches himself between my thighs. “You want it all, Cassie? My dick, my knot?”

“Everything, Jett. But your bite, too.”

He chuckles into my hair, and I don’t even care that my face is a scrunched-up mess in the mirror. Because he sounds as happy as I feel. And then he’s pushing upwards, his cock inching inside me as he keeps plucking at my breasts. My hands scratch at his thighs, trying to find something to anchor to, and he gives me a devilish grin. “Play with your pretty clit, baby. I want you coming all over my dick before I give you my knot.”

I moan and roll my head on his shoulder, because the slow way he’s easing into me is torture. My clit throbs against my fingers, almost too stimulated by his teasing. But I rub it hard, rocking my hips against him, and he presses a muffled curse into my hair. “Fuck, Cassie. Look at you, baby. You’re gonna make me knot you so hard.”

I whimper, rubbing harder, and he grabs my hips, filling me with a thrust. It’s so tight and deep like this, and I watch my mouth fall open as he starts to pound into me. The sound of our slick skin slapping together is the perfect soundtrack to the vision in front of me. Of Jett Colter owning my body, while I writhe on his dick and beg for more.

I feel the moment he remembers I’m a beta – that my body isn’t built to take his swollen knot. But I dig my nails into his thigh and fix him with a deadly glare. “Everything, Jett. I can take it. Give me your damn knot.”

A huge smile spreads across his face, and he slaps a kiss to the side of my head. “Ah, fuck baby. You really are perfect for us, aren’t you?”

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