Page 79 of Scent of Home

“Did you think you were going to get away with that?” I ask and grab his wrist, pulling him after me. Finn, Bray, and Locke need some air for the command to dissipate.

I pull him towards his nest, and his eyes drop to it, lingering over all the fluffy, nice things he’s collected.

Vanilla scorches the air, making it hard to breathe and think straight.

I walk around him, running my hands over his chest and back. His skin trembles beneath my fingers. I approach him from behind, mouthing the skin.

“Oh, Locke, you have so many secrets. Why are you purring your alphas and beta into good little puppets?”

“They laughed at me and made me eat!” Locke sulks.

My Locke, the logical, perfect companion, has gone. Instead, a sulking, whining omega is present.

My hands slip around his waist, and I push down his sweatpants. His cock is soaking in slick, weeping copious amounts of the fluid.

“You’re in heat, Omega.”

He whines and thrusts his hips towards me.

I shake my head, trying to clear it, and step back. “Hands on the window, ass out,” I growl.

He throws me a saucy look but does as I say. Not that he has a choice. I bite my lip, studying the perfect globes of his ass.

I approach and pull my hand back. I watch his eyes in the window. They widen, darken.

My hand cracks across his ass. I pull it back and hit him three more times.

“Don’t do it again,” I growl and grip the red flesh, squeezing hard. He’s panting, shaking.

“I won’t!” he shouts.

I deliver five more smacks to the other side and then squeeze that cheek. I’m still for a moment, and then I reach between his cheeks and stroke his hole. Slick runs out, and when I put a little pressure, my finger slips in.

“I’m going to buy a toy to fuck your ass, one day, Locke. Do you want that?”

He whimpers. “Yes, please!”

I push my finger all the way inside. “How much do you want me to?”

His head thrashes.

I slip another finger in and start fucking him slowly, watching in absolute obsessive desire as my fingers get swallowed up by the wet heat of him. His slick covers my hand, running down his leg, his pants echo around the room, the most erotic soundtrack of my life.

I reluctantly pull my fingers out.

“Good boy, now, turn around, lean on the glass and lock your legs.”

I drop to my knees and look up at him. This is a great angle, I love this angle. I lick his inner thigh. His legs tremble, and I’m not entirely certain he’s going to be able to hold himself up. It will be fun to find out.

I take his erection in my hand, stroking slowly as I lean in and lick his balls. He shouts, and a little bit of slick surges out of the tip of his cock, dribbling down over my fingers.

Fuck.

I draw my tongue up his shaft and use the tip of my tongue to trace over his veins.

My omega begs.

Begging me for more. For relief. The bond throbs between us. I wonder if he knows what I’m feeling right now.

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