Page 31 of Omega in Hiding

“Fucking need it,” he grates out, rubbing his dick against my abs with a look of desperation.

“It’s our little secret.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” he moans. “Fuck me, Paolo. Fuck me hard.”

Don’t mind if I do.

I push inside him and he cries out, eyes wide. He’s so fucking tight and hot, I almost explode instantly. Gritting my teeth, I hang onto my control by a thread. The squeeze of his hole is so delicious, I need to taste his mouth as I start thrusting. I swallow his anguished cries, heart racing with unbridled excitement.

I’ve wanted to fuck Connor since the moment I met him. I can’t believe I’m inside his body, taking what I need at long last. And he’s into it. He’s fucking desperate for my cock. He wiggles and squeezes his hole on my dick, riding my cock like he’s never wanted anything more.

I’ve definitely never wanted anything or anyone more. I fit inside Connor like I was made for him. He wraps his legs aroundmy body and he rolls his hips, fucking himself on my dick. His little whimpers and moans just make me harder. I want to pound him through the bed. I want him to scream my name as he comes on my cock. We should be quieter, but I can’t begin to control my groans and my need. And no way in hell am I going to tell Connor to keep it down. I love his sounds. Even if Dario himself burst into the room and ordered me to stop, I’d ignore him. I’d pound into Connor until I finished inside his hot little hole because I can’t stop.

Connor’s moans get even louder. His eyes go wider and he digs his heels into the bed as his body goes ridged. “Oh, God,” he growls, and I feel hot sticky cum spurt against my abdomen. He shudders and shakes, moaning and arching his back as he comes.

I wanted to last longer. I really, really did. But when he comes, it’s too fucking perfect. I can’t hold back and I come too, pumping my load deep inside his body. He moans again as he feels me filling him, and I tremble and gnash my teeth. I haven’t come this fast or hard ever in my life. My eyes roll up in my head as I explode inside his tight heat.

My entire body begins to shake. I’m not just climaxing, I’m breeding him. This is different from anything I’ve ever experienced. If he was able to have kids, he’d no doubt be pregnant by the end of this encounter. I’m so deep inside him, and his womb is opening to me so beautifully, there’s no way he wouldn’t be impregnated if he wasn’t barren.

He watches me as I orgasm, lips parted and eyes a brilliant green. He rides my dick, milking every drop of seed from my pulsing cock. He smooths his hands down my back, whispering words under his breath. “Fill me. Breed me. Use me, alpha.”

“Connor,” I groan, thrusting until my muscles are exhausted. I’m covered in sweat, and my stomach is coated with his release. The moment feels so primal. Carnal. I’ve never had sex like this before. I’ve had hot sex in the past, but this is different. My skin is buzzing and almost painful to the touch. I feel feverish. Feral. Even though I already came, I still need him. I don’t want to pull out of him.

We kiss, sharing warm, frantic breaths. I’m still inside him and my knot begins to form. Usually, I’d stop it by pinching the base of my balls, but for whatever reason I don’t with him. He moans as I expand inside him, stretching him even wider. He gives little fast puffs of warm breaths against my chest as my cock swell more. He moans and wiggles, digging his nails into my back.

I’m exhilarated when he cries out and comes again from my knot, his hole quaking on my swollen dick. Mumbling, his body trembles and his moans are wanton. I love his sounds. I love how real he is. Some omegas put on a show, but what’s happening to Connor is organic. His body is simply reacting to mine as if we’re made for each other.

We stay physically joined for a long while. Only when my knot begins to shrink do I pull out of him. Generally, after sex, I can’t wait for the omega to go. But with Connor, I gather him in my arms and we just hold each other. We kiss softly, staring into each other’s eyes. It’s probably the most fulfilling, and yet bizarre moment of my life. I’m not sure what he’s thinking, but he’s making an almost purring sound.

When he closes his eyes and his breathing slows, I realize he’s fallen asleep in my arms. My heart aches painfully as I watch him sleep. He’s so fucking beautiful. His blond hair falls over his brow, and his thick, dark lashes rest on his pink cheeks.My dick stirs just looking at him. My feelings toward him aren’t logical. They’re not based on time spent together because we’ve barely had any time together. No, these emotions are visceral. Instinctual. I don’t understand them, but I can’t begin to stop them.

I hold him for what feels like an hour. He sleeps so deeply in my arms, it’s satisfying. He once more brings out protective instincts in me I didn’t even know I had. My muscles ache and my shoulders begin to fall asleep, but still I hold him. This is just supposed to be a casual, sexual encounter. Yet, I’m washed in the desire to protect him. Watch out for him. Maybe he feels the same because he risked his life to save mine today. He could have sat back and watched everything unfold, but he didn’t. He acted. He jumped in front of me and shot that alpha.

Emotions I don’t understand swell inside of me. I kiss his forehead tenderly and his eyes open. He looks disoriented at first, but then his gaze meets mine and he gives a shy smile. That just starts my body’s reactions all over again. My dick hardens and my heart pounds as I stare at him. His cock also hardens, but he slowly pulls away from me and gets off the bed.

Without a word, he begins to dress. His fingers appear to be trembling and he keeps his back to me. I also get off the bed and grab my robe from the floor. I slip it on as he finishes dressing. Once he’s fully clothed, he turns to face me.

His expression is tense as he runs his fingers through his hair. “That was… fun,” he says quietly.

“Yeah. It was.” It was more than just fun, but I can tell he doesn’t want to examine too closely what just happened between us. I don’t blame him. I’m also reticent to look too closely at the experience we just shared. It’ssupposedto just be casual sex. But there was nothing casual about it.

“I’m sorry I feel asleep.” He grimaces.

“Don’t be. I liked holding you while you slept,” I admit, being uncharacteristically candid.

He lets out a shaky breath. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Paolo.”

“Me too.”

A muscle works in his cheek. “Okay. I’m gonna go.” He moves toward the door. “Alessio might wonder where I am.”

I follow, wishing he didn’t seem so uptight. It would be nice to do this again sometime. I certainly don’t want it to be a one-off. The sex was too fucking good not to do that again. Plus, I still have many weeks of training left to endure in Dario’s home. Sleeping with Connor will make those weeks more bearable.

I slip between him and the door and he gives me a wary look. I smile, hoping to relax him. “Don’t worry so much. Dario won’t know anything about this.”

He nods, but looks unconvinced. “He’s good at reading things. Reading me.”

“Dario is preoccupied with what happened today. He’ll want to strike back at the O’Sullivan Clan for putting Baby Joesph in danger. He won’t be thinking about us at all. My guess is Valentino already has a plan of retaliation formed with Dario. The two of us are the last thing on their mind.”

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