Page 69 of Snows Sinful Seven

The other night, Regina and I were talking. She told me she was reading up on omegas, and we discussed the sexual side of it. Oddly, it wasn’t weird to talk about sex with other people with her.

She understood and was supportive of it. Another reason why I love her so much.

What she’s read said that even if I’m a human, if I’m an omega, my body is built to take my mate. So, whenever the time comes, we’ll have to test that theory, I guess.

I want that time to be soon. I’ve been finding myself more and more turned on, craving their touch, and so much more.

That is something I found out could be a heat spike. My birthday is in a few days, and I’ll be turning twenty-one. From what I read myself, my heat could happen anytime after that.

The idea of my heat both thrills me and terrifies me. A few days of nothing but sex? How would that even work?

Henry's laugh pulls me out of my head, and I snuggle deeper into him.

I drape my leg over his hip, trying to get as close to him as I can. My fingers mindlessly play with the fur on his chest. I don’t realize I’m rocking my hips until he grips them.

“Snow.” His voice is thick and husky. “You're making it very hard to behave myself. Between your perfume and your touch, it’s really damn hard. I want you so bad it hurts,” he groans.

Biting my lip, I sit up, my cheeks flushed with need.

His hand and arm are draped over his pelvis, covering something, and that fire in my belly burns more. Grabbing his hand, I move it out of the way and whimper when I see his hard cock.

“Sorry,” he grumbles. “I was trying my best to keep the damn thing down, but you have no idea how tempting you are.” Henry goes to move, but I push him back down, eyes still locked on his cock.

My mouth waters for it. I want him. I want him badly. The look of it both intimidates me and thrills me at the same time.

It’s thick, long and pink with a baseball size bulb at the bottom. His knot. I’ve done a lot of internet searches on what they look like. Nothing beats seeing one in person.

Without realizing what I’m doing, I reach out and brush my fingers along his knot.

“Fuck,” he groans.

“Does that hurt?” I ask in a whisper. My eyes flick up to see his are closed, his head is tossed back, jaw clenched.

“No,” he huffs out. “The opposite, really. It’s very sensitive, but your touch feels good.”

“Can I... can I touch it again?”

“Baby, you can do whatever you want to it.” He gives me a sexy smirk. “Just not sex. I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

“Okay.” I move to sit on my knees, getting a closer look at it. I wrap my hand around his knot and give it a squeeze.

“Snow,” he groans, his hips lifting off the bed. “You’re going to kill me.”

I laugh, a giddy feeling taking over me. I like this. I like seeing him react to my touch like this.

Wanting to make him feel good, I take my free hand and wrap it around the base of his cock.

My eyes widen when I realize my fingers don’t touch. “How is this ever going to fit inside me?” I whisper out loud, giving it a stroke.

His breathing is heavy now. “You were made for us, Snow.” He groans as I work him over. “When the time comes, you will be able to take us.”

I’m in awe at the sight of him. He’s so hard in my hand, his muscles bunch as he claws at the bed. His eyes are closed, his breathing labored.

The sounds he makes have me growing wet. I want him. I want it inside me.

But for now, I’ll settle for it inside my mouth.

Leaning over, I wrap my lips around the tip. Even that is hard to do. He makes this tortured sound as I start to suck and work my tongue.

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