Page 49 of His Innocent Omega
His eyes held mine, heated, his pupils blown so that all I saw was molten darkness. He braced his arm on the back of the sofa, while his other moved furiously against his cock. He was wild, animalistic, and so stunningly gorgeous as he chased his own pleasure, he took my breath away.
Desire swirled low in my belly as I watched him, and my cock twitched with interest despite the fact that I had already come hard enough that I was feeling sated and lazy.
His thigh muscles tightened against mine, his face looked likeit was carved from stone, all harsh lines. His panting, ragged breaths turned into a harsh shout and cum splashed over my chest and stomach. Warm trails of white pooled into the hollow of my belly button. My own breathing was just as ragged as his, my chest moving up and down rapidly.
He fell over me, keeping his weight braced off me, and buried his face in my neck. His breathing was still harsh, and my hands roamed his long back, stroking over the powerful, corded muscles there.
“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear, and he barked out a laugh.
“I think I’m the one that should be thanking you, sweetheart.” He planted a soft kiss on my cheek, before pushing to his feet. “But I’m happy to help you mark things off this list of yours. Stay there and I’ll get you cleaned up.”
Leaning up on my elbows, I swiped at my sticky belly button. Dipping my finger into the pooled liquid, I brought it to my mouth and sucked it clean.
“Mmmm,” I moaned around my digit, “salty. Kind of bitter, but tangy. I like it.”
“Fucking hell, Wyatt,” Grayson was staring at me like I was a steak he wanted to take a bite out of. Pointing a finger, he ordered, “Stay.”
That one word, spoken in that growly voice of his, made goosebumps break out across my skin. “Yes, Sir.”
His nostrils flared, his eyes darkening until they were blazing black. “Good boy.”
Relaxing back into the couch, I waited patiently as he wiped his cum from my belly button, stopping him when he would have wiped my skin completely clean. Shaking my head, I grabbed his wrist, halting the movement of the warm cloth. “I want to keep it on my skin. I can’t explain why. I need it. Need to feel andsmell you on me.”
“It will get itchy,” he chided, even as his hand softly rubbed his cum into my skin, over my stretch marks.
“I don’t care.” I pouted like a child. I probably would care in a couple of hours when it did get itchy, but that was a problem for later Wyatt to deal with.
He placed a kiss over one stretch mark, then moved to the opposite side of my stomach and did the same thing, growling, “Mine.”
As much as I hadn’t wanted to believe in fated mates, as much as I hadn’t wanted a mate, his possessive claim made me want to give this man every piece of me I had to give. And I wasn’t ready to do that. Not yet. Not now. The easy way I wanted to melt into him every time he declared me his, terrified me. This was the first time that I had a say in how I was going to live my life, and I couldn’t just give that up because some unseen entity decided I belonged to this alpha.
Shoving him away from me, I muttered, “I’m not yours. This can’t happen again.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Wyatt
“Wyatt–”
Standing, I shook my head, while righting my borrowed clothes. “No, Grayson, I mean it. We can’t just keep–” heaving my shoulders with an annoyed sigh, I circled a hand between us. “We can’t keep getting naked. Even if I am crossing things off my list.”
The last part I said under my breath, but of course, he heard me. Rude wolf shifter.
His eyes held amused questions, and his lips that had been turned down in a frown curled up at the corners. “I keep hearing about these lists of yours.” Stepping incloser to me, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “What else is on this sex list of yours, Wyatt?”
The space around me was filled with his heat and the scent of sex on his skin. Or mine. Both of ours. It was musk and earth, blackberries and raw need.
“None of your business.” Snapping, I sidestepped him. “Can you drive me over to Jamie and Bash’s please? I need to pick up the baby.”
Grayson narrowed his dark eyes, but he nodded his agreement. “Give me ten minutes to change. Maybe fifteen. I need to take a quick shower. Make yourself at home.”
He disappeared into what must be his bedroom, leaving the door open. The muffled sound of water running drifted out, and I took a few seconds to collect myself.
How had I ended up half naked, writhing and begging on this man’s couch? What was wrong with me? Why did he always, always affect me this way? Either I wanted to bite his head off or I wanted to beg him to hold me down and fuck me. Or suck me, as the case might be.
One look from his hot eyes, one caress of his breath over my skin, one sniff of his deep earthy, musky scent was all it took for me to practically fall at his feet in submission. He kept saying I was in charge, but I constantly felt off-kilter and completely out of control anytime I was near him.
Using the time he was in the shower to steady my wobbly nerves, I took a look around the cabin, since I hadn’t really gotten a good eyeful earlier. It was open concept, with three doors that ran the length of the left side. The door in the middle was ajar and I could see that it was a full bath. I assumed the only closed door must belong to a second bedroom or possibly a home office. When I was nosy and peered inside, I found mylatter assumption was correct. Grayson was using the room as a home office.
