Page 8 of Sizzling for His Omega

He leaned forward and fisted my dick. “I want that. I want you deep inside me.”

“Needy little omega. Move up to the headboard and show me you’re ready. Show me.”

Tobias scooted up until his back was against the headboard. He spread his legs once again, and this time tilted his ass up, the sheen of his slick dripping from his channel. As I got onto the bed and saw how much he needed me, my hips thrust forward almost on their own. “How long are you going to make me wait?”

“Not long at all now.”

I crawled toward him and took his mouth once again. Our cocks rubbed together as I moved my lips to his neck and then to each pec, sucking his hardened nipples into my mouth until his movements became more frantic. That’s how I wanted him. Desperate for me. Hungry for my cock driving inside him.

Positioning myself between his legs, I tested his entrance, pushing only the tip into him. He was so slick, I slid right in as his tight channel gripped my cock. The feel of him around me broke all my resolve.

“I changed my mind,” I said, ramming into him all at once.

“Yes. Finally.”

I grabbed onto his shoulders and fucked my omega with every bit of strength I had. He skidded his hands down my abs then gripped my hips, determining the rhythm of my strokes as I filled him over and over, edging on orgasm.

“Grab your cock, Tobias. We will come at the same time.”

“Oh, alpha. Fuck me harder,” he yelled, gripping his cock while I drove into him harder than before. He worked his shaft up and down, our eyes locked on each other.

I looked down to see his balls tighten. His moans and breaths became louder. “Fill me up, Leon. I’m about to…” Before the word could emerge from his mouth, he cried out my name and spurted white ribbons of cum over his stomach. His channel tightened and I found my own release took over with a power and mind-numbing strength I’d never experienced before.

I’d come so hard my ears rang. I called his name as I filled him up.

“Gods, that was…” Tobias closed his eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

“It sure as hell was.”

Chapter Nine

Tobias

Making love to my alpha was a game changer, and I knew what I wanted, but he did not mark or even knot. With the emotional connection already there, those things came so naturally, but the time was not right. We had not even gone on a date yet. And I wasn’t sure how we’d gone from my calling off our dinner plans to waking up snuggled in his arms.

I didn’t usually wake this early, since we did not serve breakfast at the restaurant and I often worked late. But I had been sleeping alone for a while now, and my first reaction to a hard body behind me and an arm over my chest was panic.

Not proud of that, but I was grateful that before I leapt out of bed or flung him away from me, or worse, my bear stepped in to remind me of what was really going on.

In one word.

Mate.

I still wasn’t ready to fully accept that, believing I had a choice in the matter, but the pronouncement was enough to settle me back into my skin. Yes, I’d been very close to shifting, one of the reasons my bear was able to take control as much as he did. Many people were afraid of shifters, especially large predators because they thought when we took our fur, we’d harm people. Behaved like the basic versions of those animals. The meanest of those. Werewolf stories really affected people’s perceptions of us.

Not everyone knew we existed, of course, but over the years, it seemed that more and more did. Even then, some chose to pretend they did not. And that was fine, so long as no harm was done on either side.

But, in any case, shifting to my bear in bed when I wasfreaking out would not be optimal.

Instead, I lay there until my heartbeat slowed to normal before donning pajama pants and slipping away to the kitchen. Not that I didn’t want to be with Leon, because I totally did, but parts of me were a little sore and achy after a night where we were very “active” together. If I stayed here, my morning wood was going to lead me down a path of more than a little sore.

Besides, I wanted to make breakfast for the alpha. He had quite a workout the night before. I chuckled, remembering his expression when he came. Yes—a workout. Flushed, sexy, panting. Way to make an omega feel like a superstar.

“What’s so funny?” Strong arms came around me from behind, pulling me back against a firm chest. “Is there a joke?”

My face heated, surely equaling the redness of his at that moment of ecstasy. I ducked my head, hoping to hide it, but he turned me in his grip and eyed me with one dark brow lifted.

“No, no. I was just remembering something. Want breakfast?” I moved to step back, but he pulled me in tight again. “Aren’t you hungry?”

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