Page 139 of Captive Omega

The phone is quiet. Vaughn is just saying that.

“No,” I deny with a gasp.

“Yes,” Garrison’s voice comes a split second later.

Vaughn licks and sucks, groaning as he drags my pussy closer to his mouth. All I can do is dig my heels into the ground with my legs splayed open as he inches me closer to release.

Vaughn lifts his mouth and flashes me a grin. “Garrison would take his time, drawing this out.” He kisses my inner thigh. “He’d take you right to the edge.” Another soft kiss lands right beside my clit. “And he’d hold you there.”

His head lowers. Warm air brushes my clit. “And hold you…” His eyes find mine and he winks. “I’ve never been the patient kind.”

He sucks my clit right into his mouth, and it shoves me right over the edge into a climax so violent my head goes back as a scream pours out of me.

I come back to myself long minutes later. Vaughn is sitting in the drum seat and I’m straddling his jean-clad legs with my head on his shoulder. My panties are soaked. Vaughn’s cock is a thick, hard ridge nudging my inner thigh, and it is taking everything in me not to rock.

I must give some silent sign that my brain is no longer fried for him to stroke a hand down my back and kiss the top of my head. “You okay, beautiful?”

I lift my head to look at him. My first thought isn’t to kiss him, but the second my gaze connects with his softer one, I’m leaning toward him for a deep, luscious kiss, fusing us together. He breaks the kiss and looks at me.

His long blond hair is all mussed and disheveled from my hands in them, and he’s the one looking lazy and satiated like he just came, not me.

“What?” I ask, when he doesn’t speak.

“Just appreciating this feeling of having you in my arms. Watching you come like that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he muses.

Snorting, I move to get up. “I bet you say that to every girl you?—”

His palm tightens on the nape of my neck, preventing me from rising. “I have said that exactly once before in my life. Just once. To you.”

I knew this beta would be dangerous for my hormones.

Shit. The phone.

My eyes snap to the floor, and I struggle to believe that wasn’t the first thing I thought to check after my climax.

The screen is black.

Amusement warms Vaughn’s voice. “There’s only so much a man can take of listening to the moans you were making. I imagine he’s standing under a very cold shower right about now, trying to get the image of you coming on my tongue out of his mind.”

“And do you think he’s succeeding?” My mouth is dry, a counterpoint to how very wet my panties are.

“You think any man in the world can get an image like that out again? That’s ingrained.” He kisses me. “Core memory kind of stuff.”

I laugh. “Core memory?”

“Ten years from now, ask him. He’ll remember.”

Ten years.

My entire life changed so completely in two years, it’s terrifying to think what my life could be in ten.

Vaughn kisses me again, distracting me from the dark thoughts circling my head. “Want me to carry you up to your room?”

“You keep trying to carry me around,” I complain, looping my arms around his shoulders, in no hurry to move. “I’m not a bag.”

“I do not intend to carry you around like a bag. I promise you that.” He winks and I smile.

I search his face, conscious he made me climax but hasn’t done the same. “And will you stay in my room after you carry me up?”

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