Page 107 of His Sassy Omega
Lachlan gave me a look of heat over his shoulder. “I’ve been wearing this all day.”
I made some kind of garbled noise, which wasn’t a word. I was at a loss just looking at the sexiness that was my alpha.
“Do you know how hard it is to do anything, when every time I moved a certain way, this thing scraped over my prostate?”
“Nmhh.”
His eyes were dark, the icy blue barely visible in the sunlit room, and filled with a heat that burned threw me like a wildfire.
“I could feel it stretching me, and then I’d think about you stretching me, what your cock would feel like inside me. Filling me up.”
“Nmhh.” Yep, speech was gone. I was tugging so fast on my shirt, I got it caught in my arms and I nearly ripped the damn thing in two, to get it off my burning skin.
“I thought about when you’d told me you were going to open me up with a dildo, then fuck me. I almost had to go jerk off in the bathroom.”
Arms finally free, I tossed my shirt who the fuck knew where, and started on my pants. I’d been undressing myself since I was five, but fuck if I remembered how to do it.
“I didn’t though, I saved it for you. I want to cum with you buried balls deep inside my ass.”
That got my brain back online, and I was naked, hard, and leaking from both ends, pre-cum and slick. Landing on the bed next to Lachlan, I grabbed a handful of his dark hair, pulling his head back and capturing his mouth with mine. There was no finesse to the kiss. It was all tongue and teeth and slurping saliva.
It was like coming home.
This man was my home. My sanctuary. My peace. My heart.
Myeverything.
“Claim me,” I gasped into his mouth, breathing in his smell.
He’d never pushed the issue with me, just waited me out, until I was ready. We wouldn’t have been able to regardless, before now, since claiming needed to be done during sex, and that had been a no-go. But he’d never brought the subject up, either.
I knew he’d wanted to. Several times, before the scares in our pregnancy, his sharp, canine teeth had scraped over my swollen mating gland. He could have broken the skin easily, taken what he’d wanted, and made me his. But he’d always pulled back, waiting for my consent, and when it hadn’t been forthcoming, he’d not pushed the issue.
He’d given me the time I’d needed until I was ready.
His eyes searched mine now. “Are you sure?”
“I’m ready. I want it. I want you. Forever.”
His mouth devoured mine, and I knew neither one of us was going to last long. It had been too long, and we were too amped up, and I didn’t care. I wanted him now.
“I’m yours,” he moaned into my mouth. “Claim me, omega mine.”
As much as I wanted to yank the plug out of his ass, and slide into him, I needed to make sure he was ready. From our numerous, late-night talks while I was on bed rest, I knew that as much as Lachlan wanted this, he’d never actually done it before. Never had so much as a finger inside him, besides his own, until mine.
I needed to make sure this was good for him.
I paused over the plug, testing it by wiggling it a little and finding more resistance than I liked. Lachlan dropped his head onto his bent arms, moaning, and spreading his legs wider. Dripping more lube around his rim from the bottle Lachlan had placed on the bed beside him, I wiggled the plug again, this time feeling it give more freely.
When I had it loosened enough that I could move it inside him easily, I did just that. Fucking him slowly with it, until his hips were bucking into the pillow underneath him, and he was a mewling mess.
Gently, I removed the plug, his tight, virgin rings wanting to suck it back in. I couldn’t wait to feel those muscles wrapped around my cock, squeezing me in a tight vise grip. I’d be lucky if I didn’t blow my load as soon as I got my cock seated in him.
His hole winked at me, stretched from the plug, but not enough. I wasn’t as large as Lachlan, but I was still bigger than the plug he’d used. A lot bigger. Taking a tissue, I wiped at the extra lube around his hole, then buried my nose in his crease. I breathed in his scent, his spicy musk, the citrus smell that I knew was him.
My tongue lapped at his hole, and Lachlan jerked beneath me, before relaxing. I licked at him, until he was a moaning, writhing mess beneath me. He was babbling words, garbled nonsense that I paid no attention to. His hips bucked, as he fucked the pillow beneath him, while I fucked him with my tongue.
“Quinn, fuck!” He panted into his arms. “Need you. Now. I’m so empty.”
