Page 72 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

I didn’t feel meek right now or submissive as an omega as he looked over me and had his hands on me, willing to do just aboutanything. I could tell from the expression on his face of complete rapture with me. Tears, mess I was, and all.

I felt powerful.

“I want you,” I said again, this time with more confidence.

I looked directly into his striking eyes. I didn’t look away. I didn’t challenge him, but I let myself be bare in my desire and the way that I couldn’t stop thinking about his hands on my waist, slipping down over my hips right now.

How did hands feel so good?

“I want you to be with me right now. I want you to be my first,” I told him sincerely.

“Your first.” His lip quirked. “You mean that?”

“More than anything right now, Lucas. I want you. I need to be good and have good. I wantgood.” And he was so so good. “It’s my choice.”

He seemed to understand immediately with a soft look on his face.

“But no…” He swallowed as if he couldn’t even say the action without running the tip of his tongue over his teeth.

“No biting,” I said, even though my omega nearly revolted when I did. “No bonding. We can’t. I won’t… I won’t risk you like that.”

“Want if I wanted to be risked?”

I shook my head.

“Okay,” he took a deep breath as he controlled himself. He swiped back a strand of hair away from my face and looked me over, seeing exactly how serious I was. And how much I wanted to say,yes, bite me. Take me. I’m yours.And not being able to wasn’t the best feeling. It might’ve even been one of the worst, which was saying something. “Okay.”

“Okay,” I repeated the word to him as he took another step into me, dipping his head until his forehead gently came intocontact with mine. I peered up at him through my lashes, not wanting to take my gaze away from his.

And then we were back to kissing. This time, once we started, it was like neither one of us could stop. We couldn’t stop kissing. We couldn’t stop touching. My body roared in delight as it melted further into Lucas, begging for more.

“Please. Please. I need to see you.”

“You have me,” Lucas said immediately, catching me in his arms and sucking a deep lung full of my scent from where his nose tucked into my neck.

I didn’t want him to let go.

“I won’t.”

I must’ve said so aloud. “You mean that?”

“No matter what it takes.”

Holding onto him, I brought my lips down on his. He was startled, pulling back, but it only took one word from me. “Please, I need you.”

And he didn’t hesitate as we moved towards the beg and I gripped the edge of his shirt, pulling it overhead.

We collapsed onto my small bed, filled with my pillows and blankets.

A part of me had kept my bed so pristinely since I arrived which was odd, though Lidya insisted it was a very normal, average thing for an omega to want to keep her nest, however, she could have it, hers.

There was an unsaid rule as well that neither of us went toward the other’s bed unless invited.

But now, I invited Lucas into mine willingly, wanting his maple sugar scent to get all over it and all over me as I started to burn hotter for him.

He reached for my top, about to help me get out of it. “This okay?”

“Yes, please.”

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