Page 58 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

I set her gently against a wall, maintaining that teasing distance between us as I take a breath, savoring the moment. “What’s the first rule for this… uh, chaotic adventure?” I ask, leaning in just enough to capture her attention.

Aria bites her lower lip, the mischievous glint in her gaze only intensifying. “The first rule is to let go of all your inhibitions.We’re creating something new, right? No guidelines, no holding back. Just us. Right here, right now.”

I arch an eyebrow, intrigued. “That sounds like a bold rule,” I reply, tempted to push her boundaries even further. “And what if it leads to me needing to explain to the pack why my new salon team was… well, busy?”

Her laughter is a haunting serenade, and she leans closer again, caressing the stubble on my jawline. “Then you’ll just have to be creative with the explanations. Besides, who says business and pleasure can’t mix? Think of it as a team building exercise.”

Her words hit me like a rush of adrenaline, bold yet enticing, and I feel the thrill of defiance coursing through my veins. “Alright then, team building. I’m game,” I whisper before closing the distance between us again and capturing her lips with my own in a fierce kiss, one that mirrors the wildness pulsing between us.

Aria moans softly, and that sound makes everything around us fade away. There’s a hunger in her, an urge I can feel echoing in my bones. My hands curl around her waist, and I pull her even closer until we’re molded together like two pieces of a puzzle snapping into place.

The weight of her body presses against me, and I feel every curve as she melts into me. I want to hold on to this moment and let it stretch into eternity, but my mind drifts to the reality of what’s at stake.

“Just a little longer,” she murmurs against my lips, her breath quickening in rhythm with mine. “Let’s forget about everything else for a moment.”

I nod, fully surrendering to her words and this irresistible urge rising within. “Fine. Just this moment,” I agree, my voice low and laced with promise. “But if we’re doing this…” I pause to gather the right words, a thrill coursing through me at what I’mabout to suggest. “Then no regrets afterward. We own whatever happens next.”

“So you’re saying we can’t blame it on the chaotic creativity?” she teases, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes.

“Exactly,” I say, slipping my fingers into her hair as I draw her back into a deep, intoxicating kiss. There’s a primal connection that consumes us, drowning out all else. The world outside ceases to exist, and it’s just us.

With every caress and gentle pull, I feel the weight of our decision growing more substantial. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I can’t help but lift her fully against me, a thrill racing through me as I realize how much I want her.

I stumble back a step, drawn toward the plush set of couches tucked into the corner, the perfect place for this burgeoning chaos to unfold. I set her down, brushing my fingers across the soft fabric as my eyes find hers again, a question lurking beneath the surface—are we really going to go through with this?

“Yes,” she whispers, mischief sparkling in her gaze. “No thinking, just feeling. Remember our rules?”

The look she gives me ignites a fire within, something wild and unrestrained. I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. “Alright. No thinking.”

Aria leans in, pulling me closer so our foreheads touch. “Just feel.”

With that declaration, everything falls away again. I reach for her, slipping my fingers beneath the hem of her shirt, touching skin. She gasps softly, biting her lip as I explore, feeling her shudder against me.

I’m lost in her, in this moment. Nothing else matters as she whispers my name like a sweet incantation, urging me further into the chaos. With every shifting movement and every brush of our skin, we weave a connection deeper than mere physicality. It feels raw, real, and utterly electrifying.

As our lips meet again, the urgency builds. Aria’s fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt, her touch electric against my skin. I pull back just enough to help her, shrugging off the fabric and tossing it aside. Her eyes roam over my chest, a mix of hunger and appreciation in her gaze.

“Your turn,” I murmur, tugging gently at the hem of her blouse. She lifts her arms, allowing me to pull it over her head. The sight of her, flushed and breathless, sends a jolt of desire through me. I trail kisses along her collarbone, reveling in the soft sounds she makes.

Our hands explore, mapping out new territory with reverent touches. Every caress feels like a revelation, igniting sparks wherever skin meets skin. Aria arches into me, her body speaking a language of need that I’m all too eager to answer.

We fumble with the rest of our clothes, laughing softly at our shared impatience. When we’re finally bare before each other, I pause, drinking in the sight of her. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper, meaning it with every fiber of my being.

Aria pulls me close, her lips finding mine in a searing kiss. “So are you,” she whispers against my mouth. Her hands roam lower, teasing and exploring. I groan, my hips bucking involuntarily.

I lay her back on the couch, hovering over her. I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, her pulse beating wildly against my lips. Aria squirms beneath me, her fingernails digging into my back in a silent plea for more.

I kiss my way lower, my lips brushing against her collarbone, her ribs, her belly button, and the small patch of hair above her intimate spot. Aria moans loudly, lifting her hips off the couch in a silent invitation for me to continue.

With a final soft kiss, I spread her legs wide, gazing hungrily at the prize before me. Aria whimpers, her legs shaking, herbreath quickening as I lower my mouth, dipping my tongue between her folds.

I savor her orange and cream taste, each flick of my tongue drawing another gasp, another moan, each kiss causing her to arch into me. Aria’s fingers tighten in my hair, urging me deeper.

I plunge inside her, stroking my tongue against her most sensitive spots. She claws at the couch cushions, bucking her hips wildly, her body trembling on the edge of ecstasy. I refuse to let her fall over just yet, teasing her mercilessly while making her beg for release.

When she claws at my head, panting and moaning, her body tightening around my tongue, I know she’s close. One final thrust sends her over the edge, a sharp cry escaping her lips as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Exhausted and satisfied, Aria collapses back against the couch, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. I crawl up her body, pressing a gentle kiss to her mouth before settling between her legs.

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