Page 5 of His Innocent Omega
I swallowed hard, my thoughts running away from me, and I raised my eyes to see where he was in the room, what he was doing. My gaze held his eyes, dark as a starless sky, and he cocked that brow of his. In amusement or question, I wasn’t sure. Maybe both? Something buried deep down inside of me, a part I’d been too scared to explore until now, seemed to know exactly what his look meant even though we’d just met.
His scent tickled my nostrils and I breathed him in, wanting more. It made me want to wrap myself around him, bury my nose in the crook of his neck and never leave. It was clouding my senses, making it hard to even think.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” The title slipped from my lips naturally this time, unbidden and without me putting a single thought into it.
His hard lips curved into a half smirk at the title. Sardonic. Not quite a smile but not a grimace either. The curve of his lips held just a hint of danger and I shivered when he nodded, saying smoothly, “Better.”
Not really sure what to do with myself, I shuffled my feet awkwardly. Should I sit, stand, get naked? I was so out of my depth in that moment, but my body was humming with anticipation andneed. This was so different than I had imagined in my head. So different from reading erotica or watching videos.
He did a slow lap around me, and I stood stock still, not moving a single muscle while his eyes roamed over me hotly. I could feel the heat of him against my back, even though he wasn't quite touching me. It surroundedme, wrapping me in warmth. The wolf in him made my giraffe bristle, even while a part of me wanted to lean into his heat. Wanted to let it wrap around me, until I disappeared, safe from the world in his protective arms.
It was like all my nerve endings had suddenly come to life in his presence. Like my body recognized him for what he was, and it was ready to give myself over to him.
Alpha. Dominant. Sir. Master.
Wolf.My giraffe huffed, nearly breaking me out of whatever this trance was my body naturally fell into under the spell he was weaving. I ignored my inner animal, pushing them as far down inside me as I could. Ignoring them completely.
His breath was hot against my ear, his voice low and rumbling. “Do you want me to punish you,mon petit?”
Chapter Three
Wyatt
He had called me my little one. Eyes closed, I leaned back into him, finally allowing our skin to touch. Lightning zapped between us, some kind of static electricity, an almost violent spark that had us both gasping.
Jumping apart, he stared at me intently, his eyes searching my face forsomething.I could see him in my peripheral vision, but I didn’t acknowledge him. Didn’t turn to look at him. I was too caught up in everything I wasfeeling. Like the spark between us, my mind zapped, doors closing while others opened. My brain felt fuzzy and muddled, yet somehow I felt more alive than I ever had before. Sounds, smells,touchwas intensifieduntil I couldn’t think, I could only feel.
His hard dick pressed against my ass, thick and long, had my mouth salivating yet dry and needing moisture. To my inexperienced self he felt huge, and my untouched hole clenched, slick dampening my backside just thinking about what it would feel like to have him split me apart. What it would feel like when he filled me with that hard thickness.
“Yes,” I sighed, my voice barely making any sound. Finally, I answered his question from a minute earlier. From before we had touched. Before electricity seemed to spring from our skin. Before the very essence of him had surrounded me with his bulk, his heat, his scent, and all his alpha pheromones. The word is barely a coherent sound, more breathy air than anything, but the simple word hung suspended between us.
His rough hands, so much wider than my thin ones, skimmed lightly down my sides. Down my waist to my jutting hipbones. His mouth close enough to my earlobe to make me shiver. “Strip.”
“Yes,” I gulped, need racing through my body so fast my knees almost buckled. Quickly I remembered to tack on, “Sir.”
When I’d been doing my reading and research, and porn watching, I had thought I might find it difficult to address someone in such a formal, polite manner while engaged in sexual activities. That I would forget, or think it was just too strange to do so. Worse, that I wouldn’t find it a turn on.Sirwas how I addressed superiors, colleagues, peers, my parents’ friends.
How wrong I had been.
The word slipped easily from my lips, like I’d been addressing him that way my entire life. Though the muddiness clouding my brain made it hard for me to remember to add it to the end of my sentences. With practice, I was sure I would remember.
I must have taken too long to start the process of ridding myself of my clothes, because he nipped at my earlobe with his sharp teeth. “Now, boy. I’m getting tired of you making me wait. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
My entire body shivered at his use of the wordboy. My. Entire. Body. My hole pulsed and slick dripped from it. I was embarrassingly wet, but my Goddess, how Ilikedwhen he growled the wordboy. My dick really liked it. It jerked and hardened when he called me that, until I was throbbing painfully in my pants. I released the button on my slacks, breathing a small sigh of relief now that my dick had some breathing room. He hadn’t given me permission to free my dick, but since I was already going to be punished, I figured I’d take my chances.
He–AlphaDom, because no names and I didn’t have a clue what else to call him besidesSir–leaned casually against the desk in the room. Like he had all the time in the world, his body loose and relaxed as his dark eyes contemplated me. But there was an underlying air of danger that moved in the air around him. His casual stance was a lie to throw someone off. To lure them with a false sense of trust.
This man was a predator and I was his prey.
There was never a time that I had ever shed my clothes faster than that night. I didn’t care where they fell, or take the time to pick them up and fold them, like I normally would have.
I stood naked in front of him, tall and thin. My long, thin dick rock hard, and jutting out proudly from the nest of sandy brown curls that surrounded it. The tip leaking while slick ran down my ass cheeks. The sweet scent of it filled the room, hanging heavy in the space between us.
His nose twitched, the only indication he gave that he could smell just how much my body craved him. I had never producedthis much slick before, but then I had never been in the presence of an alpha like him before either. Never been in any kind of sexual situation to warrant the copious amount of slick that was dripping down the back of my thighs.
His dark gaze perused me just like he had in the doorway. He missed not an inch of my bare skin, from the top of my wild hair to my long, thin bare feet. Finally, he pushed away from the desk, walking around me in another slow circle. I could feel his eyes on the slope of my back, the cheeks of my ass, my long, thin thighs. When one warm hand cupped one of my damp ass cheeks, I startled.
He kneaded my firm yet soft flesh for a few seconds, using both hands to cup the ample globes of my bubble butt. Pulling them apart far enough that I could feel the cool air in the room ghost over my puckered hole.
