Page 34 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

My heart stammers as I take in her silver hair spread out on my pillow. Just like in my dream, she doesn’t stir as I quietly close the door. The only thing different from then is she’s not wearing my shirt. She’s not wearing anything.

Her bare shoulders peek out from the covers, and the urge to tenderly kiss each one is a pining deep in my soul. The closer I get to the bed, the more goose bumps cascade down my arms.She looks like she’s sleeping so peacefully. I study her while I strip and realize she actually is.

Her breathing is slow and even. It doesn’t deviate when I slide in behind her. She’s on her side, and I fit against her, cradling her body with mine.

Warm, soft, and completely at my mercy.

My arm wraps around her and caresses the smooth canvas of her stomach to the swell of her breast. Being able to so leisurely touch her skin like this is an indulgence I don’t take for granted.

I lightly trace a swirling pattern around her nipple until it grows taut and sweet. At the same time, my cock stiffens, and the rut is a fuzzy, tingling sensation in the back of my mind.

Breathing in her delicate vanilla-citrus scent, I ghost my lips over the back of her neck and shoulder. I want to relearn every inch of her, to know the landscape of her body by touch alone. I want the slow and the sweet, the unhurried and the indulgent.

I want it all with her.

I want her quivering body and her shattering pieces. Her supple heat and her divine pleasure.

My hand glides back down her body, over her stomach and between her legs. I pause after my fingers brush her pussy, checking to make sure she hasn’t woken. She remains peacefully asleep—her breathing doesn’t change even as I dip between her folds. My cock jerks against her back as I gather her slick juices and stroke them up to her clit. I circle it with two fingers, delicately swirling until it swells and her cunt gets wetter.

I want to wake her body before her mind. I want her pussy so hot and slick that I can just slip inside and she won’t wake up until I’m seated deep in her cunt.

As I work her in slow, meticulous circles, I carefully reposition so my cock slides between her thighs. Not into her pussy, but right below so her wetness drips onto my length and I can teasemyself with slow, smooth thrusts, coating her inner thighs as I glide back and forth.

Somehow, this feels even dirtier than if we were actually having sex. A stolen pleasure made possible by the proof of her unconscious lust. It feels forbidden and lewd, but decadently so.

And the way it keeps my rut at bay while still drawing it closer and closer is a high all on its own, to see how far can I take it before losing my mind, losing myself in her.

My blood heats, my patience fraying, but I luxuriate in every shredded strand, knowing it’s safe to lose control.

My thrusts gradually increase in tempo and force until I can’t resist any longer.

I sink into her waiting pussy. I groan against her neck, and a spark ignites at the base of my spine.Fuuckk . . . she feelssogood.

With my head swimming and pleasure melting over me, I almost miss the hitch in her breath, the spike and almost choppy quality it now has.She’s awake.

But still paralyzed.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I breathe against her skin, rocking my pelvis back only to punch deeper into her. “To wake up with my cock buried deep in your pussy and know I couldn’t wait, that Ihadto be inside you.”

I’m not sure if the little sound that comes from her is a muffled attempt to speak or moanor if it’s merely her breath being expelled when I palm her stomach to fuck her with tender, deep strokes.

I can’t stop my hands from roaming her body, still fully at my mercy.

I find her clit again. Her breathing becomes raspy the more I play with it, and despite the paralytic, her inner walls still flutter around me like a crescendo, her body singing for me in a silent concert.

“You’re gonna come so sweetly for me, Omega. I can’t wait to feel your pussy clench when you come apart without being able to make a single sound,” I murmur, holding her tighter and lavishing my brother’s bite mark with my tongue, a spot I know is extra sensitive.

A weak, muted sound comes from her. It’s not quite a moan, but more than just heavy exhale. Either way, I tell her, “Shh, don’t fight it, let me make you feel good.”

Her breath comes in ragged streaks, and blood rushes to my balls as her pussy tightens around me. “That’s it, fucking milk my cock, Omega.” I clench my teeth together as heat and pleasure and pressure coil tightly together.

“So . . . fucking . . . good for . . . your alpha—oh fuck, yes, fuuckk—”I come with a sputtering curse, pumping cum deep inside her. Her legs tremble uncontrollably, and I continue massaging her clit until they slowly stop. Her breath is heavy and her skin is slick with a thin sheen of sweat.

She came so sweetly, just like I asked. But I want more.

She’s breathless and sweaty, and I. Want. More.

I want it all over again.

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