Page 12 of Such a Feisty Omega

“Ready, omega?” I stroked my palms down his back, a gentle massage that grew firmer. “Good?”

“Amazing.” He rolled his shoulders and buried his face in the pillows. “But I thought you were going to flog me.”

“With this?” I trailed the soft leather over his bare skin, feeling him shiver under its caress. “It’s just a gentle touch.”

Gradually I moved from stroking to tapping. “Let me help you lower your jeans.”

I worked the flogger with finesse, gradually easing his shorts down so I could see the rosy color rise on his ass cheeks. He was trembling with arousal by the end, but I couldn’t let the inevitable happen. Not now. Not yet.

Even if it was killing me.

But he took what I gave him and told me on the way home that he was looking forward to more. “I liked it when there was that little sting toward the end.”

“I like that your skin takes color beautifully.”

“Does it?” He giggled. “You’re going to have to find a way for me to see that next time. Like a mirror.”

Chapter Twelve

Julian

“Thank you for such an amazing evening,” I said. My fingers ached, wanting to reach over and hold his hand. Tonight had been incredible. One minute, I’d fantasized about all the things I wanted Andreas to do to me, and the other, they were happening. He was gentle yet commanding, and I’d been more turned on than I’d been in my entire life as he drove through the streets of the city like it was his second or third job.

“Thank you for trusting me, Julian. I enjoyed myself as well.”

Enjoyed himself? In my mind, we’d shared an earth-shaking experience. My body still buzzed from the aftermath of the impact and ached for more from him. Ached for all of him, actually. “Oh. Good.”

He glanced over at me, restraint in his eyes. He kept them on the road for the rest of the trip.

“It’s here.” I pointed to my apartment. I cringed internally, realizing I’d told him my personal code instead of the guest code at the complex’s entry gate. Sure, I trusted this man, but I had to be safe at the same time.

As he pulled into a spot, my cock took the cue and grew uncomfortably swollen. “Sit tight,” Andreas said and got out. He walked across the front of the truck and came over to open my door. When I got out and stood, we were only breaths apart. His green eyes burned into mine and when I reached out to touch his stomach, placing my palms against his rigid abs, he let me.

“Let’s get you inside,” he whispered, but neither of us moved. I was aware that a cool breeze nipped at me, but my body was a furnace.

“Yes, please,” I responded and moved first. Not because I wanted to break the bubble we were in but because I wanted him to get me inside, then I wanted him to get inside me.

We walked up the stairs, his hand on the small of my back. My heart raced. We spoke no words, but sometimes none were needed.

Once we got to the door, I gathered my courage and turned to him. “Want to come in?” I didn’t expect the battle in his gaze. He looked into my apartment and then to me and back again.

There was a hesitation in him that was absent in me. “I have a very early morning, Julian.”

My heartbeat slowed, and a boulder formed in my throat. He didn’t want to come in.

“An early morning. I understand.” I wasn’t asking him to move in or even spend the night. I just wanted him to be with me—to continue the intimacy we’d begun in the club.

Maybe I’d been wrong. I knew what it meant when an alpha claimed an early morning to avoid coming in.

“Can I kiss you good night?” he asked, stepping forward. The mixed signals were maddening.

“Yes.”

He bent, and his lips touched mine. It started out as a chaste kiss, but soon, his tongue was in my mouth. I let out a moan, leaning in to him, but he pulled back. The sound broke our bliss, or maybe the sound reminded him that he wasn’t interested.

It sure as hell felt like he was interested.

“Good night, Julian.”

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