Page 19 of Such a Shy Omega

“Do you want me to stow down, omega? Stop?”

He groaned. “Not unless you want me to die. What do they say at the club?”

“Green.”

“Just fuck me, alpha. I’m going to explode.”

“Then grab hold of yourself and show me how you like to be touched because I am not going to move until you come.”

His head jerked upright, Adam’s apple bobbing, “You can’t mean it.”

“Oh, but I do. I want to know everything about you.” My resolve to slow things down had come back in force, bolstered by the desire to watch his pleasure before taking my own. I’d never been more confused or more determined. Was this what a mate did to a person?

“The very second I come? Promise?”

My cock throbbed, but I held my ground until my mate reached between us and took hold of his dick. I watched his fist clench, fingers playing his shaft like a musical instrument. His breathing grew harsh, his lips parted, tongue darting out to moisten them, and then I closed my hand over his and learned his path to pleasure by touch.

“Alpha, I’m going to…cum.” As the first spurts covered out hands, I kept my promise and began to drive deep inside him, the muscles flexing, tightening around me as his cum splattered our hands and bellies. The salty, tangy scent rose to my nostrils, and I knew the wiser thing was to pause if I wanted this to go longer than another minute or two…but I swore I’d fuck him the second he came, and he’d done his part.

“I promise next time it will be better for you,” I huffed, balls already tightening in anticipation of pouring my soul into him.

“Better than this?” he panted. “It will kill me.”

“Talk like that will make me…” And I didn’t have to finish the sentence because my body finished it for me, filling his body as I grasped his shoulder and brought him in to sink my teeth into the side of his throat. I liked away the blood, sealing the wound as my knot swelled, and we clung together in the aftermath of the storm.

Chapter Seventeen

Heath

Rubbing my cock against my mate, I let out a noise of need.

“My love, you are sore. You said so yourself.”

Erik’s eyes were closed but his smile grew.

“But I need you, mate.” I ran my hands over his chest, stopping to play with his hardened nipples.

“As your alpha, I’m trying to take care of you, Heath. But there are other ways I can help. Let’s get into the shower.”

I groaned. “I don’t want to.”

He leaned over to kiss my neck. “This is no kind of shower you’ve ever taken.”

Oh.Ooohhhh.

My alpha gave me my first blowjob in that river-rock- walled stall and, while I more than enjoyed him rocking inside me, he continued to show me new ways to express love. I couldn’t wait to return the favor.

“Breakfast?” he asked while rummaging around his dresser for something for me to wear. I thought alphas were for taking, receiving, and pillaging. Turned out, it was just Ramsey and his followers. Or, since I didn’t know every alpha, not mine.

“Yes, please. I’m starving. I can cook.”

He kissed my forehead. “That’s great, and I’m sure you make some wonderful things but today, my wolf is wanting to cook for you. Feed you. Is that okay?”

I nodded. “Yes. I can make coffee.”

“Sounds great.”

We worked alongside each other in the kitchen like an old married couple. Like my alpha dad used to work alongside my omega dad. Erik cooked up peanut butter-stuffed French toast with caramelized apples and insisted on a side of pork chops.

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