Page 52 of The Feisty Omega

Irian’s head popped up off my chest, and a pair of bright eyes shone directly into mine, his face radiating delight.

“Really?” he squeaked, excitedly. When I nodded, he slid his arms around my neck. The relief was evident in his voice as he blurted out, “Thank the Goddess, because I love you!”

My wolf rumbled. My omega loved me.My mate.What more could an Alpha want?

“I love you,” I told him, before cupping the back of his head in my hand, the fine strands of his hair silky against my skin, and taking his mouth in a dirty, filthy kiss. When he pulled away, lips puffy and slightly bruised, his breathing was ragged. I could see the pulse thundering at the base of his neck. A bright stripe colored the length of that slender structure.

Our hard dicks rubbed against each other. A pungent scent hit the air. At first I didn’t recognize what it was. But then I smirked in satisfaction.

“Eew!” Irian exclaimed. He squirmed uneasily on top of me and looked like he was about to move away. But I held him there with one hand, my other one trailing lower until it located the wetness between his ass cheeks. It was copious. Irian tried to wriggle away.

“Slick,” I told him, bringing my glistening finger to my mouth, wondering if this was too much. But I wanted to taste my omega. When I licked the sweet slickness from my finger, humming at how perfect he tasted, the burst of pungent slick that hit the air told me Irian liked what he saw. He was highly responsive, literally bathing us in his hot, horny, omega slick.

My cock stiffened further, stretching the silky skin taut to the point of discomfort. I knew what I needed, but it was still too soon.

The grumbles coming from on top of me, drew my attention away from my own desires. My omega was clearly not happy. “What the fuck?” he demanded.

He looked so indignant at his omega biology, with his plump cheeks and disheveled golden brown hair sticking up at all angles, that I chuckled.

“That’s your slick, it’s normal. It means your body is responding to having an alpha nearby. It’s getting ready to receive me.”

Irian glared at me. “Never happened before,” he snapped, chin jutting out stubbornly.

I simply shrugged. Shifter biology took care of itself, with no intervention from our human selves. “Maybe because our relationship has changed,” I suggested. Most likely that was the truth of it too. After what we did last night, and then sleeping the night together, it was probably enough to cause this change despite his young age, and one more reason to suspect we were fated.

“So what are we supposed to do about it?” Irian wailed.

“We enjoy it,” I suggested.

Irian was much lighter than me, so it was easy to flip him onto his stomach and cover him with my body. My erection glided along his ass crack, coating itself in slick.

“Keep your legs together,” I whispered in his ear, as I nibbled on the lobe. I felt his muscles flex beneath me. Reaching down, with one hand I guided my slippery cock between his thighs. The space was narrow and made tighter as he squeezed his legs. I grunted, pressing into the tight space, and as the crown popped through, I couldn’t suppress my groan.

I withdrew, leaving just the head of my dick caught between his thighs, and Irian whined dramatically.

“Again!” he demanded. Oh Goddess, he was getting pushy! If I wasn’t clenching my jaw and concentrating on the pressure of his thighs squeezing my cock, I would have laughed aloud. Instead, I merely managed a strangled “hmmf” as I pushed again into the space between his thighs.

Irian’s slick gushed and the extra wetness squelched as I continued to drive my cock into the tight space time and again. He grunted and moaned as my hips slammed into him. Skin slapped wetly against skin, the sound primal and harsh.

I needed more leverage, so I slid us off the end of the mattress until we were standing with Irian bent over the bed, supported by his arms. I steadied him with my hands gripping his hipbones as I thrust repeatedly.

Slap! Slap!My balls slapped against his thighs.

“Umphf,” nonsense came from Irian, as I pounded into him. “More!” he gasped.

His thighs began to tremble. Holding him with one hand, the other reached around and grasped his dripping cock and I began to jack him off in time with my own thrusts.

“Please,” Irian begged, desperately clawing at the bedcovers, alternating pushing back into my groin with thrusting forward into my hand. The smell of slick and arousal was intoxicating. I began to lose myself to my wolf, my brain fading out, and the biological imperative to fuck taking over. I struggled to retain my sense of self over the roaring in my ears, but I wasn’t letting go yet. My omega hadn’t come, and there was no way I was coming before he did.

I focused my efforts on stroking his dick faster, squeezing harder as I relentlessly slid the precum up and down over the shaft, twisting my palm over the head on the upstroke.

Irian moaned, then whimpered, then tensed beneath me as he threw his head back and shuddered.

“T-a-l-i-u-s!” he howled, strings of cum spurting across the sheets.

I slammed my hips into him a few more times, hard and fast, rocking him forward onto the edge of the bed. A sense of inevitability rolled through me as my orgasm began to take over, and I drew back, shouting, cum erupting from my cock, decorating Irian's back.Marking him, I thought.

For a minute there was nothing but heaving chests, heavy panting, and trembling, shaky legs. My hair had fallen across my face in a curtain, limp and damp with sweat, and I couldn’t see. But a deep sense of peace pervaded me.

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