Page 18 of Such a Tempting Omega

“We all have our things.” I made sure to undress where he could see me in his mirror then came around and pulled him up into my arms. Our cocks clashed, and I reached down and tookboth in my fist, stroking them a few times then releasing them. “And right now, my thing is to mate and mark you.”

Hirsch rolled onto his belly, still facing the mirror, and thrust his bare, oh-so sexy ass high in the air. “That’s my thing, too—rather, mine is to have you inside me and your mark on my throat.”

“I think we can arrange that.” Kneeling on the bed behind him, I rubbed the head of my cock through his slick. “Grab your cock and see if you can come when I do.”

“I can do that?” he asked.

“I’m telling you to.” I helped him close his hand around it before using mine to brace myself on the bed. His hips moved slightly with his hand motions, and I found his slick-coated hole and drove inside, deep, tight, and encompassing. Soon we were matching rhythm, everything about this moment so perfect, so hot, and burned into my memory.

I filled him completely, again and again, faster and faster, and before I knew it, he was shouting my name, louder than at the club, and his voice sent me over the edge, spilling my cum into his body for the first time. My knot swelled, and I bent to bite him, to mark his throat so anyone who saw him would know he was mine.

But mostly, I would, and he would, and I tugged him close and rolled to the side to lie connected to my omega. My mate. My fated one.

Chapter Sixteen

Hirsch

“What in the hell is that?” I said into my pillow, which wasn’t a pillow at all. It was a warm, hard chest with a heartbeat beating underneath the surface.

“Oh, sorry. One second.”

The weight was removed from me, and I flopped onto my back with a groan. Reality slid its way in. I was in my alpha’s house. Not just any alpha. My alpha. My mate. The one I was 100 percent certain Fate had made just for me.

“That was my morning alarm. I try to get up at the same time every day.” Liam turned back toward me and nuzzled his face into my chest. “Good morning, mate.”

My eyes flew open. Sure, I knew in my head he was my mate, but hearing him say it took on a whole other meaning. I pulled him in closer. “Good morning, mate. What time is it anyway?”

“A little after six.”

I raised my arms above my head and stretched head to toe. When I looked over at Liam, there was want and desire burning in his eyes. “I’ve been waking up late.”

He ran one finger down the length of my chest and paused right before reaching my pelvic bone. “You can go back to sleep, Hirsch.”

“No. I’m up now. How about a shower?” I asked.

“That sounds like a good idea. After that, I can order you some breakfast.”

“Order?” I asked. “I can cook. I don’t mind. In fact, I love cooking.”

Liam reddened. “I’m not even sure what groceries I have. I’m always on the go, and most of the time it’s more convenient.”

“I’m sure I can come up with something. Right now, I’m sticky, and I desperately need that shower.”

“Sticky, huh? I’m going to take that as a compliment. Come on. I’ve got three showerheads. I bet that will cure you.”

“It just might.”

We took a shower and despite our mutual want, it was more intimate than sexual. He washed me head to toe, even massaging shampoo and conditioner into my hair, but when I tried to reciprocate, he said he would take care of himself.

What a completely opposite scenario from my previous relationship. I pushed away the thoughts of Kyle and any comparison. It wasn’t fair to Liam and served me no purpose. It didn’t even matter anymore. I had an incredible alpha in Liam, and he was the only person other than myself I would prioritize.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, rummaging through the cabinets and the fridge and freezer. “You’ve got things to make for breakfast.”

“I do?” he asked, setting up the coffee. “Could’ve fooled me.”

While I took the lead making breakfast, Liam helped, kissing and hugging me every chance he got. He laughed when he spilled something and cleaned it up without a single grumble.

Liam was a breath of calm, safe, fresh air. I didn’t realize how long I’d gone barely breathing before him.

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