Page 185 of Captive Omega

Garrison pulls away.

My eyes fly open.

His breathing is a series of heavy pants. A tremble shakes his body so hard, I know he’s fighting instincts to roll me onto my belly, shove a thigh between mine to hold me open and slam himself deep.

My core pulses, more slick dripping from it, soaking already wet panties at the thought of him filling me up, riding me deep.

“Not like this,” he growls.

What other way is there?

“Garrison?” I’m ready to beg, but he’s kissing his way down my body, large hands stroking my panties down my legs as he goes.

Oh God. His mouth settles on my right breast, then my left, teasing my nipples, making me thrash as he sucks and drags the edge of his teeth over the swell of each.

I bury my hands in his hair, hips rocking as I pant out his name.

He moves on, groaning and inhaling.

He nudges my thighs farther apart and laps between them.

My fingers clamp in his hair, holding him right there, as my mind and my body short-circuits. This is the time for an alpha to take what he wants, to claim the omega begging for his knot. This isn’t the time for him to care about making her feel good first.

None of them ever have before.

His eyes hook mine and his fingers clamp my hips, lifting me up off the bed as his tongue spears into me.

The sound he draws from me could be a moan, a gasp, or a whimper. He groans in response and sucks harder.

I shatter.

Seconds or minutes later, I blink my eyes open.

The sight of Garrison makes my breath catch in my throat. He’s naked, on his knees between my thighs, one hand gripping the base of his glistening cock.

I forget to breathe.

“Stay open like this for me, sweet Resa,” he breathes.

I need him inside me, to fill me up, to lock us together, knot me until I scream. But first, I need to taste.

I move toward him.

“No, Resa. Let me?—”

I lick him, and then I suck. His head falls back and one hand fists my hair.

“Sweet…” I don’t know what else Garrison mutters. Don’t know what he groans as his fingers comb through my hair.

It’s too much.

I’m burning too hot. My fingers delve between my thighs as I suck. He thrusts, his cock bumping my tongue, edging deeper into my throat. He moves with me, his hand tilting my head back as a groan of pleasure bursts from his lips.

I don’t realize I’ve closed my eyes until he breathes.

“My sweet Resa.”

My eyes flutter open.

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