Page 56 of The Feisty Omega

“Locked.” He assessed the door with a small frown, then shrugged, leaned a shoulder into it and gave a hard shove.

Crack!The wood around the lock splintered as the door staggered inwards, leaving the mechanism persistently clinging to the doorframe. The faint musty smell of a disused building pervaded our nostrils, and something skittered away into one of the dark corners. There was aclickas Talius flicked the light switch, but nothing happened.

“We’ll have to get the power put on,” he observed.

I went to the nearest window and ripped away the paper covering the panes. It disintegrated in my hands, brittle with age. Light flooded in revealing a kitchen off to the right of the entrance, extending to the far wall. We were standing in a semi-open living area which flowed into the kitchen, and a few meters in on our left, a few stairs led up to a hallway and more doorways. Talius wandered across to the kitchen and gave it a cursory glance before slowly walking around inspecting the living space.

“This will be perfect for an office,” Talius announced, completing the round and discovering a small room adjacent to the stairs.

I looked across from where I was conducting a much more detailed inspection of the kitchen. I was fond of baking and this kitchen – once the layer of dust had been cleaned up – would be a fabulous workspace. I could imagine preparing meals for our growing pack here. Later, as the pack expanded, we’d have to re-think this, but it would suffice for a time.

“Huh?” I roused myself from my contemplation of future brownies and elaborate desserts. “What did you say?”

“I said I’ve found the perfect workspace,” Talius said coming up behind me.

“Mmm, me too.”

Strong arms surrounded me. I leaned back into his solid frame, my eyes closing as I relished the feeling of belonging, of home.

Almost as if reading my thoughts, a hot breath on my ear whispered, “Welcome home, Omega.”

The deep alpha rumble made me shiver. A trickle of slick slid down between my ass cheeks. I wasn’t as offended this time. Did I hear or feel the flare of Talius’ nostrils against my ear?

“Come on,” he rumbled, “let’s find the bedroom. Make this house our own.”

With a sound embarrassingly like a whimper, I nodded and turned around, but before he released me, Talius’ hot lips found mine, his tongue demanding entry in a deliciously dominating way that sent more slick running down my inner thighs. The denim of my jeans was rapidly growing wet. Fortunately, there was no-one but Talius here to see the dark patches, the embarrassing evidence of my body’s enthusiastic response to my Alpha’s dominance, and my singular lack of control. I might be an independent omega, but fuck it, my body knew how to submit.

When Talius pulled away from the kiss, looking a little dazed and drunk, althoughmyhead was giddy, I pulled myself together enough to slip under his arm, and laughing at his stupefied expression, took off up the stairs.

“You’ll have to catch me first,” I taunted.

I scrabbled up on to the landing with Talius in hot pursuit, but I hadn’t gotten far before a body slammed into me from behind and with a pair of strong arms wrapping around me, we tumbled to the floor, Talius rolling onto his back and pulling me protectively onto his stomach before even a hair of my head touched the carpet.

Mesmerizing shades of blue swirled in the depths of eyes that burned with a desire that looked hot enough to consume me. But he stopped, waiting.

I was of legal human age, and unusual as it was, the Council had granted me mating authority from the age of 19, and we’d known this was coming for a long time. There was nothing to stop us. I was ready.

“Green… I’m green for you, Talius,” I said, the words barely a whisper.

One strong hand pulled me in for another kiss, the other found its way to the wet patch of jeans between my legs and gave a squeeze. We both groaned. I thrust into him. I wanted to meld with this man, my Alpha. I ached with the need to have him inside me. It was a primal need, the primal need of the wolf to mate.

I slipped my hand between us, fumbling with the button as Talius possessed every millimeter of my mouth. Warm fingers took over, deftly flicking the button free and sliding the zip down. His warm palm cupped my stiff cock which was trying its hardest to burst free from the confines of my underwear. Talius’ thumb found my cockhead peeking over the waistband. The rough texture of his skin contrasted with the slippery precum.

“Fuck,” I groaned into Talius’ mouth. More slick gushed from my hole, soaking my underwear, the scent filling my nostrils.

“Talius!” I whined, feeling increasingly desperate. I rocked back and forth on him, my cock thrusting into his palm, the underwear pushed down as far as my jeans allowed.

I gasped as suddenly his hand left me and cold air hit my hot dick. Then his hands were pulling my jeans down over my ass, and I hurried to help him, pulling down my underwear and hastily kicking the lot off.

Talius flipped us over and slid down. Wet warmth surrounded my cock making me cry out, the sound echoing in the empty house. The carpet scratched my back as I squirmed against the coarse threads. Talius swallowed me to the root, then slid back up to the head and sucked on it until I felt the first drops of semen threaten to spill, before he pulled off and gently squeezed the base.

“Ahh,” I dragged in a lungful of the musty air.

“Not yet,” he growled, then proceeded to lick my shaft all over, up to the frenulum which he flicked repeatedly with his tongue, my huffs and low groans highlighting each touch in that sensitive spot.

I so desperately, desperately, wanted to come.

“Need to… need to…,” I moaned, thrashing my head from side to side, trying to hold on until he gave me permission. I didn’t know why I was waiting, only something about our roles here and the fact that it was our first time made me want to wait for his approval.

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