Page 9 of His Innocent Omega
The next five hard swats had his ass going from bright pink to red and burning hot beneath my warmed up palm. He was moaning with each swat, part pain, part ecstasy.
Running my hands over his scalding cheeks, I decided ten was enough. Helping him upright, I steadied him when his legs were wobbly, my hands spanning each side of his hips. His pupils were completely blown. He was damn near in full blown sub space, just from his first spanking. He was fucking perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Mate!My wolf reminded me harshly.Of course, he’s fucking perfect. Fate made him for us.
Fuck!
How had I forgotten that electricity when we had touched? The way everything inside of me that had felt off for so very long had seemed to just slide into perfect place. It didn’t matter. I had no desire to be tied to a mate.
And if he truly didn’t know what the sparks between us meant, it wouldn’t matter. We’d both go our separate ways, move on with our lives, and he never had to be the wiser.
Chapter Five
Becks
After placing him on his stomach on the king size bed, I moved away. He whined, a captivating, needy sound that tugged at everything alpha in me, but I shushed him. “I’m just getting some salve for your butt. It will help. Shh.”
Because I could no longer resist the siren song of his tangled curls, I threaded my fingers through his hair like I’d been wanting to since I had opened the door to him. It was thick, silky, and baby fine. The texture not unlike what Jamie’s infant son’s felt like beneath the palm of my hands when I would hold him.
While I rubbed the cream on his cheeks, he laid pliant on the bed. His head rested on his folded arms,turned so I could see one side of his face. Hazel eyes closed, with an almost dreamy smile on his pouty lips.
When I’d grabbed the cream, I had also grabbed a knotting condom out of my shaving kit, along with a small tube of spermicide. I hadn’t gone this long without any little Becks running around because I wasn’t prepared. I knew all about Fate and her little tricks. I might have opened the door to my fated mate, but I wasn’t about to unintentionally tie us together with a pregnancy neither of us wanted.
Tossing the items beside the omega on the bed, I moved to the end of it. Swatting his thigh, I rumbled an order. “Up. Hands and knees. Shoulders down, ass up.”
It took him a minute to get into position. He moved slowly, his limbs seeming heavy and uncooperative. If he was already this blissed out from just a spanking, I was going to make him fly. Oh, how I wished there was time to really teach this boy how to submit. How pretty would he look, kneeling at my feet, warming my cock while I watched a game on TV?
Mentally, I checked the contents of the mini fridge, trying to remember what I had seen in it earlier. Water, and I was sure I had seen some chocolate in there.
Gently, I laid a hand on his still bright pink ass cheeks. He didn’t even jump, a dreamy little sigh of air escaping from between his upturned lips. Spreading his cheeks, his pink puckered hole glistened with his intoxicating slick. It hung heavy in the air, the summertime scent of him stronger now.
My mouth watered as the berry scent filled my nostrils, trying to place it. Blackberries, maybe? Some dark, plump, juicy fruit that you waited all year to indulge in for the few months that it would be perfectly ripe.
His lovely round balls with the lightest smattering of lightbrown hair, were tight against his body, his dick swinging in this position. My tongue came out and I ran the flat of it from his taint up to his hole. His slick tasted as good as it smelled, and I wanted to bury my head between his cheeks and cover my face in his stickiness.
He jerked at the touch of my tongue, burying his face in the pillow, and moaning obscenely. I lapped at him again and again, like a man dying of thirst. Fuck, but he was sweet. He tasted better than any omega I had ever had before.
His moans, even muffled in the pillow, were loud in the room and I loved it. My cock swelled and jerked with each noise he made. He wasn’t holding back and I didn’t want him to. Personally, I hated when people were quiet during sex. Make some noise, let me know you’re enjoying yourself. Sex was supposed to be fun, noisy, and dirty.
Stiffening my tongue, I poked at his hole, feeling the muscles soften, relax, and let me in. His hand reached between us, towards his dick and I caught his fingers in mine. I hadn’t gone over the rules with him, so that was on me.
I was already breaking rules for this boy, acting like I was an inexperienced Dom who didn’t know the first thing about playing in a scene. This sweet, innocent little sub who had no idea what power he could hold over an alpha.
Over me.
This boy was dangerous to me in the best possible way.
“No touching that.” The words were almost a snarl. “Your dick is mine. I’ll let you know when you can touch. When you can come. Understand?”
He huffed in annoyance, letting out a wickedly sexy whine, but he moved his hand away from his hard dick to grasp the sheets tightly. His long, slender fingers clenched and unclenched, andfor a moment I lost myself staring at the gracefulness of them. He was all long, slender limbs. Lithe and lovely. Submissive, but there was fire and steel under that submissiveness. Just how I liked my subs. I loved when they didn’t submit instantly, and gave me a bit of resistance.
“Good boy.” His hole clenched at my words, more slick sliding out of him as I watched. Seemed like someone had a praise kink. He hadn’t listed it and I wondered if he hadn’t even known he had it.
My tongue fucked back into his hole, alternating licks, laps, and pokes, saliva dripping onto his skin. His hand steadily snaked back down his body, ever so slowly, hoping I wouldn’t notice, I was sure. This time I smacked his ass for his disobedience. Hard, a stinging blow, before I flipped him over onto his back.
At the quick change of position, his lower lip stuck out in what was definitely a pout, the adorable little brat.
“I warned you.” Growling, I got up and rummaged through my suitcase, finding my favorite red silk tie. Jamie called it my power tie, but I just liked how the color popped against a black suit and white dress shirt.
