Page 87 of Craving Their Omega

For a second, I consider telling him the truth about my dreams. That sometimes they start off so dark because they’re a remnant of things that happened to me in the past. The trauma of it all lingering and forcing me to remember it while I sleep.

But my head is still heat hazy, and everything in me shies away from ruining the warmth of the moment to find the words to talk about that.

So instead I turn a little in the bed until I can look into Dominic’s eyes. “I was dreaming of you,” I tell him. “All of you.”

He smiles. “Good. That’s how it should be.”

We’ve been in this room for a couple of days now, and I’m beginning to wonder if the smell of my heat and the musky scent of sex is ever going to fade. It’s been a haze of sex and sleep, with small breaks in between for food whenever one of us remembers that there are other hungers to sate as well.

It’s been wonderful, as far as heats go, and I don’t know if this is how it should be or what, but I don’t have any complaints.

“I don’t think I’ve said it yet,” I tell him, taking advantage of this moment of clarity. “But thank you for coming for me.”

“Of course we came,” Dominic says, frowning a little. “You’re our wife.”

“Fake wife,” I can’t resist pointing out.

Dominic frowns, and he reaches up, taking my chin in his hand to force me to look at him. “You needed us, so we came,” he says firmly. “It’s as simple as that. And no matter what happens in the future, no matter when or where, we will always come for you.”

It’s such an intense declaration, but I guess Dominic doesn’t really do any other kind. Either way, it’s touching, and I can tell he means it.

“Thank you,” I murmur. “I really… I appreciate that a lot. More than you know.”

His eyes soften a bit, and he leans in, catching my mouth with his.

It starts slow, just mouths moving together, but like with everything that goes along with my heat, it soon ramps up. The sparks that were banked for the night catch all over again, sending a wave of pure want crashing through me.

I moan into Dominic’s mouth, clinging to him as the kiss turns hotter, deeper.

He plunges his tongue between my lips, and I let him devour me, kissing me until my head starts to spin.

I feel breathless, but in the best way, and when Dominic’s hands begin to wander, sliding down to cup my ass hard, I groan, grinding against him.

He’s already hard, his cock an undeniable line against my stomach, and my body responds to it instantly. My core gets wetter, and I spread my legs instinctively, wanting him to fill me up.

The gnawing emptiness inside me makes itself known, and I whine into the kiss, pulling back to meet Dominic’s eyes.

“Please?” I ask him. “I need you.”

He just smirks and pulls me in for one more kiss. “You don’t even have to ask,” he says. “I’m yours for the taking right now.”

There’s just something about a man this powerful, this fucking hot, saying something like that to me. My clit pulses, almost in time with my racing heart. I’m so desperate for him already, and when he guides me up so I can straddle his waist, I go eagerly, sitting astride him.

His cock is right there, and I grind on it, gliding my core against the hard line of him.

“I want you to ride me,” Dominic says. His eyes practically glow with heat.

“I… I’ve never done that before,” I tell him, even while my hips keep moving. With his cock right there against me, it’s practically impossible to be still.

“I’ve got you,” he says. He reaches down and takes himself in hand, wrapping his fingers around his shaft. The other hand settles at my waist as he guides me to rise up and then sink down slowly onto him.

The feeling of his cock pushing into me at this angle is incredible, and my head tips back, lips parting around a low moan.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp. “That feels so good.”

“You look so good like this,” Dominic tells me. “You should see yourself.”

I look down at him, and there’s no trace of a lie on his face. He’s just looking at me with all that lust in his gaze. It’s enough to make me shiver hard.

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