Page 46 of Claiming Their Omega

Holy fucking shit. I drag in a shaky breath.

Grace squeezes my hand, her voice almost pleading. “You could teach me. Teach me how to be a good Omega. How to please an Alpha in the bedroom.”

My cock strains in the confines of my jeans, and I feel like I’m gonna start panting any second. Oh, she wouldn’t have to do a damn thing to please me. All she’d have to do is let me taste her, bury my face between her legs, then bury my cock in the same place, fuck her until she was screaming my name and squeezing hot and tight around my knot…

Christ. I jump up from my seat, snatching my hand away. “Grace. No.”

“Oh my god, not again.” Grace looks frustrated by my answer, but also like she might cry. I hate it. I hate upsetting her or rejecting her. “Jesse, please. Please, I need this.”

“You think you need it.” My voice is a rough rasp. “But you don’t really, wildcard. It’s just hormones.”

“I’m not saying it’s anything else,” she snaps. “I just want you to teach me how to be an Omega. How to do it right.”

Oh god. I’ve had this fantasy before. A thousand times. “You only want this because you think that you’re not good enough, but don’t listen to that voice in your head. Okay? You don’t need me to do… uh… any of that. You’ll regret it if we do it.”

“You don’t get to tell me what I will and won’t regret.” Grace stands up, her eyes flashing. “This is what I need, Jesse. It’s the only thing that will make me feel like I’m not a stranger in my own skin. So either help me like you said you would and fuck me, or I’ll go find an Alpha who will.”

“Excuse me?” I snarl, but she’s already heading toward the door, like she’s gonna walk all the way into town by herself if she has to. “Like hell you will.”

Absolutely the fuck not. Nobody touches Grace. The idea of an Alpha outside of my pack putting his hands on her—it makes me see red.

Before I even know what I’m doing, I stride quickly across the room, grabbing her and yanking her back. She collides with me, and I feel her gasp as she’s pressed up against my throbbing erection.

Grace’s eyelids flutter, a small whimper pouring from her lips.

“You’re in my house, little Omega,” I murmur roughly. “That means you’re mine. Nobody else’s.”

Chapter 14

Grace

The gruffness of Jesse’s voice in my ear and the raw power in his grip makes my heart race. His words course straight to my clit like a current. He’s got me pinned against him, my back to his chest, and as helpless as I feel in his strong arms like this, part of me likes it.

His rough, calloused hands wander across my body. “You’re such a brat, you know that? It drives me crazy.” Chills race down my spine along with his hot breath. “But if you think I’m going to let you go out there and find some random Alpha to take care of you, you’re kidding yourself.”

He squeezes my breasts, making me gasp. One hand slides lower down my torso until it lodges between my legs.

“Go on. Tell me what you want,” he rasps.

I moan and squirm against his grip. “I already told you. Just shut up and fuck me already, Jesse.”

He chuckles in my ear. “See what I mean? Bratty.”

“You say that like you don’t enjoy it.”

“Oh, I do. But you know what I enjoy even more? Hearing you beg for it,” he husks in my ear, and my entire body lurches with desire—and I both love it and hate it. I can barely believe the power he has over me, the way he makes my new Omega feel like she’s losing all control. Like I never had any control to begin with.

“So go on. Beg for it if you want it that badly,” he says, running his powerful fingers over the increasingly wet spot on my shorts and pulling a groan out of me.

Everything about his touch feels electric, and each little sensation is a jolt to my nervous system. I’d almost rather die than beg Jesse Stone, of all people, but I’m so needy from his touch that I can’t argue or find the wit in my foggy mind to be sassy with him anymore.

“Please, Jesse. Please fuck me. I need it. I need you.”

He growls in my ear. “That’s more like it.”

He shoves a hand into my shorts and tugs my slick panties away from my body to find my clit. When his fingertips graze it, I whimper and almost pass out. My legs buckle and shake from the intensity of the feeling, and he laughs in my ear again as he keeps going.

“Do you like that?” The rough pad of his fingertip glides across my clit, and I cry out. “Are you gonna come for me?”

---