Page 44 of The Omega Project

“Just Derek…” I bite my lip as he hums. “And Soren kissed me. He tasted like cloves and vanilla.”

“Andyoutaste like pack,” he says, his eyes dark and hungry as he buries his face back between my legs.

A few more greedy licks and the orgasm rolls over me in a thundering rush, my thighs quaking as slick spurts into his eagermouth. I’ve never come so hard, and I dig my nails into his shoulders as he chases every drop with his tongue.

“Creed,please.” I mewl, gripping the edge of his sweatpants and pulling them down enough to work out that he’s going commando. My thighs are still shaking as heat flashes across my skin like wildfire and moisture floods my mouth. “Feed me your juice, Alpha. I want to lick your knot.”

He curses against my thigh, but tilts his hips enough for me to shove his sweats down a few inches. “I haven’t showered,” he warns me as I pull his throbbing length free.

“You smell like pack,” I reply, reaching up to grip his arse until he’s hovering above me. He’s caged me with his massive thighs, and my eyes roll back at the musky scent of him. “Make me come again, Alpha.”

He groans, but flicks my clit with his tongue, while I lavish his shaft with hungry kisses. I slurp on his mushroom head, my hips dancing as he brings me to the edge of another climax. I’ve barely taken him into my mouth when pleasure assaults me again, and I feel him throb against my tongue. His precum is so delicious, I’m still sucking hard when he pulls free and flips me around. He holds me still, eye-to-eye, until I give a furious nod, and then he pushes deep inside me.

I moan, his lips slamming into mine as he fills me to the brim.

I’m certain I’m still coming, sparks of pleasure erupting all over me as he slides back with a groan. “You’re in heat now, baby. I can feel you burning up inside.”

“I never want this to end, Creed,” I pant, swirling my hips and almost screaming at the stretch. He’s not as long as Lang, but thicker, and the thought of taking his knot almost sends me feral. “More, Alpha. I want you to come inside me and lock us together.”

He huffs, his back muscles shifting like boulders under my hands as he pounds into me. “I can’t wait to bite you, Emily, and make you mine.”

“I want it,” I moan, my head digging into the mat as his knot swells and presses against my clit. “You, me, and Soren.”

“God, you’re perfect,” he groans, his knot stretching me so wide I see stars behind my eyelids. “I’m coming, baby. I’m going to flood you with every drop.”

He makes good on his promise, thick spurts of cum filling me as his knot seals me tight. The pressure is enough to set my nerve endings alight, and I burn through another orgasm that leaves me weak and shaking in his arms.

“So much for taking care of you,” he huffs as he finally comes down from his high, his biceps bulging as he balances above me. His expression is rueful, but there’s no missing the possessive glint in his dark eyes. “Did I hurt you too bad?”

I’m pretty sure he’s looking for an excuse to lick me better again and I give a shaky laugh. “Any more healing and you might put me in a coma.”

“Sorry, Em,” he groans as he rolls us onto our sides and pulls me into his arms. The tug of his knot is almost painful, but it comes with a delicious kind of ache that has me nuzzling into his chest. “Bet you’re missing your comfy nest right now.”

“Not in the least,” I reply, leaning my head on the more than adequate cushion of his bicep. “Although, I’m not sure this is what Soren meant when he told me to kiss you for him.”

His head tips back and he gives a laugh I can feel all the way to my aching toes. “Knowing my mate, he’d probably give you a standing ovation.”

My lips quirk as I think of Soren’s wicked smile. “Then why don’t we go back to the nest and snuggle with him?”

Once again, he moves so fast I lose my breath, rolling us to our knees then lifting me into his arms. It’s an impressivedisplay of power, but maybe a little premature, given his knot is still buried deep inside me. “Likethis?” I squeal, clenching down so hard on him he staggers for a step. “I thought you’d wait until we were…”

“Detached?” His lips quirk at my wild stare, but he marches across the room, clearly intending on carrying me all the way back to the nest. “As far as I’m concerned, this is how I’m going to start every day from now on.”

I moan and let myself go limp in his arms, because after all, I’m exactly where I want to be, so who am I to complain?

Derek

“Pretty nice to have your own beach,” I remark as we take the sandy track down to the ocean, the rising sun warm on our backs. It’s still early, but that’s not why we have the beach to ourselves. The Visser Pack – if that’s what they call themselves – own everything as far as my eyes can see, including a sleek, wooden sailboat that’s moored about twenty metres offshore. I don’t know much about sailing, but today we’re only dipping our toes in the water, so to speak. Em’s heat is starting to taper off, so when she nudged me awake this morning and suggested a swim, I was happy to follow her lead. As always, she couldn’t resist the lure of the ocean sparkling through the bedroom curtains, and I can’t resist her, especially when she’s wearing a lime-green, polka dot bikini.

“I think this is the prettiest place on the planet,” she hums, giving my hand a squeeze as we reach the edge of the sand dunes. “And I can’t believe there’s an apiary. Did it come with the property?”

Her curious glance is directed towards Langston, who is trudging along the sandy track on her other side. Something tells me the professor isn’t a morning person, although he looks pretty good as he jams an old baseball cap on his head and scratches the golden scruff on his cheek. “Nope. Finn had a local expert set it up a few months ago.”

He slides a look my way and I shrug as I stuff my hands in myshorts. We both heard Finn tell her about it as we arrived at the property, but I’m not sure how much information Em’s retained during her heat. Given how fact-conscious she is, it worries me a little, but I wait until she’s busy collecting shells before I turn to the professor.

Langston.I guess that’s how I should think of him, since I’m wearing his mark on my neck.

“How can an omega really consent if she makes decisions during her heat?”

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