Page 41 of His Sassy Omega
His tongue plunged back into me, and my mind whited out. I was floating, every muscle in my body relaxed, my brain mush. I made sounds like a wounded animal, shoving my ass into his face, demanding more.
More. More. I wanted to come, and I never wanted this delicious torture to end.
Helpless to stop it, I shot thick ropes of cum onto the bedspread beneath me. His tongue lapped at me, poking in and out, making me a mewling mess. I’d come without him touching my cock.
I felt him grin against one plump ass cheek, nipping it lightly. I lay on the bed, a sweaty, panting mess, loudly gulping in oxygen, trying to remember my name.
When my breathing had slowed to an almost normal range, he flipped me over, his blue eyes intent, pupils blown. Standing, he stripped his clothes off, while all I could do was watch. There was something dirty and primal, being naked with him still completely dressed.
I wanted this man like I’d never wanted anyone. Ever. My whole body felt boneless, yet my cells were jumping with electricity.
I wantedhim.
This alpha.
I wanted him to be my alpha.
I wanted to be his. Completely.
Mate, my cat nudged me.
Naked, Lachlan slid his long, heavy, hairy body over mine. My brain had started to function once more, and I rolled us, pushing until he was flat on his back. I sat up on him, my thighs straddling his. His big, thick cock nestled in my sopping ass crack. I circled his wrists, pulling his arms over his head. I put pressure on them, forcing them down into the pillow, gauging his reaction. Fire flared in his blue depths. His cock jumped, throbbing against me, his leaking pre-cum puddling between us.
I bent my head, my lips near his ear, barely nipping the lobe. “You like that? You like being under me? You like my hands holding you down? Because I like it.”
His cock jumped again, his lids falling half-closed over his eyes, the tendons of his neck tight. His mouth let out the dirtiest moan I’d ever heard, and the sound went straight to my cock, until it was standing at attention.
“I want to tie you up,” I whispered in his ear, sucking his ear lobe hard. Might as well put my cards on the table. I’d rather he ended things now than once I got attached.
“Fuck, yes,” he gasped, his hands reaching out to grab the slats of the headboard without being told, and holding on tightly. “Do it. I want it. That. Yes.”
Well, maybe Lachlan wasn’t nearly as vanilla as he thought.
I reached over and opened my nightstand drawer, taking out the silk ropes I kept in there. They were gray and were just wide bands of soft material, but they got the job done. Not that I’d had much chance to use them. Leo had let me tie him once, before declaring he didn’t like not “being in charge”.
I brushed the material over Lachlan’s chest, letting it slide over his skin. His eyes closed, his breathing harsh in the room. I bound him to the headboard, making sure it wasn’t too tight.
“Open your eyes,” I ordered, and he slow blinked at me. “See this knot? You pull hard on this, and it will release your wrists. You say yellow, we slow whatever we’re doing, and talk about what you’re feeling. You say red and everything stops, I untie you, no questions asked. Understand?”
He nodded, his pupils blown, bucking his hips up against me. If anything, his dick had gotten harder while I’d tied his arms above his head. He was leaking like a faucet, his cock twitching.
“Green,” he garbled. “So fucking green.”
I grinned. Vanilla, my ass. This man had kinks he didn’t even know he had. It was going to be fun exploring them with him.
I moved my pert ass over his cock, rubbing against it. Sliding from the wetness pooled between us, my slick and his pre-cum. My mouth watered at the feel of it. I don’t know what it was about pre-cum, but fuck, it turned me on. I loved it. The way it dripped, the way it tasted, salty and a little bitter. The powerful feeling it gave me, knowing I’d made him leak all over himself.
“Condom?” He groaned as silky skin met silky skin.
“I’m on birth control.” I reminded him. “And we can’t get STDs.” That was one bonus of being a shifter. “I want to feel you. All of you. Your hot spunk painting my insides, and your knot.”
I’d never gone bare with anyone, but this man was making me break all my self-imposed rules. I couldn’t stand the thought of anything coming between us.
I’d never wanted a knot before, from anyone. I refused to let Leo knot me. There was something too intimate in the act for me. Plus, the whole ‘may cause babies’ thing, was a turnoff, even though I was on birth control. I’d always lived with the motto of better safe than sorry. But one taste of Lachlan’s knot filling me, stretching me, locking me to him, and it was all I wanted now.
I thought about it at the most bizarre times during the days, and more than once I’d had to lock myself in the bathroom at the bakery and try to quietly take care of my hard-on.
I sat up fully, straddling him, then raised up and reached behind me, encircling his cock. I lowered myself until his fat head was nudging my hole. I sank down on him, taking every thick inch of him at once. I didn’t want to be bothered with prep. I was burning from the inside out and I needed him. I wanted to feel him, I wanted the burn from the stretch, the slight sting of pain that was oh so good.
