Page 43 of His Gentle Omega
There were about a thousand reasons that should have been running through my head, telling me we should stop this. Before it got any more out of hand.
But I wasn’t listening to any of them. My body sure as fuck wasn’t listening. If I didn’t get Shay’s cock in my ass soon, I was sure I was going to burn up and die!
With each slide of his girth between my wet crease, ghosting against my puckered hole, my brain became foggier and more muddled. Until all I could focus on was the feel of his skin, the scent of him, his hands on my hips guiding me over his hard cock.
None of the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this mattered anymore. I just didn’t care. I wanted Shay, and he wanted me, and that was all that was important. The Goddess had made this alpha to be mine. And for once in my life, I didn’t care about the consequences. Didn’t care about right or wrong, good or bad.
I was taking what I wanted. What wasmine.
The heat that was consuming me came in waves, the intensity surging and making everything around me hazy and my mind and body focused on one thing–getting my alpha’s knot inside me. Then backing down, to where I could think clearer and have some kind of control over what was happening between Shay and me.
“What do you like?” I whispered, staring down at his handsome face. I wanted to make this good for him, just like he was doing for me.
His full pink lips quirked into a half-smile. “You. Touching me. This.”
Before I completely lost myself to this perfect man and the heat building inside me once more, I had to ask. “Is there any place you don’t like being touched? Anything that is a hard limit?”
His brow furrowed in confusion for a moment, like he didn’t understand the question. Maybe he didn’t. I didn’t play at Sinful Playgrounds, the kink club in town, but I couldn’t be friends with Seth without picking up a few of the terms he tossed out whenever he regaled me with his escapades. Working with abused and battered omegas, I had also learned about limits. Not necessarily sexual limits, but the idea behind limits could be applied to many different scenarios in life.
Shay’s bright blue eyes dimmed a little, and he looked away, before not quite meeting my gaze. Reaching for my hand, he placed it on the side of his cheek, so that my palm was cupping his jaw. The stubble there bristled against my skin, dragging against the softness of my flesh.
“This is okay.” He was looking at me now, staring into my eyes intently, searching for something. He moved my hand down, over his windpipe and throat, where it covered the bruises still visible. “This is not okay. No choking. No cutting off my air.”
Nodding in understanding, I whispered, “No breath play. Same for me.”
His top teeth nibbled on his lip, and I waited patiently for him to continue. I wouldn’t rush him, knowing this likely wasn’t easy for him, and he could take his time answering. Wanting himto know that he could trust me. Trust that he could tell me his triggers and limits, and I would respect them.
“No tying me up,” he whispered, swallowing hard, and a shadow passed across his eyes. Some distant, unpleasant memory, I was sure. “No blindfolds.”
Leaning over him, my hair fell into my eyes, brushing against his cheeks as I kissed him softly, gently. The kiss grew in intensity as the muscles that had tightened in his shoulders relaxed, and fire licked up our skin. A raging blaze that burned out of control.
Falling over him, our chests pressed together tightly, my tongue teased at his neck where it met his shoulder. His heated skin was salty, and I had the uncontrollable urge to mark him there. It was the opposite side of where his mate gland lay, and the scar bitten into his skin by another omega. I tried hard not to think about that mark, about the person who had put it there that I already strongly disliked, and what it had represented at one time to him. Instead, I reached an arm around him, pulling his head closer, until I could suck his earlobe between my lips.
Shay’s breathing instantly became harsher, staggered, his hips moving faster against mine. The more I sucked on his lobe, the louder his breathing became, until he was moaning just as loudly as I was. Oh, I had hit a hot spot on my alpha.
Shay’s fingers slammed into my hole, stretching me wider than before and filling me up. Gasping, my sharp teeth nipped the soft flesh of his lobe, because I needed to bite something.
Those long fingers of his fucked me, while I continued my torture on his ear. My teeth skimmed the length of his neck, before trailing downwards and latching onto one pink nipple. Shay’s back arched off the mattress, his hips bucking up insistently against mine. His fingers inside my tight hole worked me over ata frenzied pace, and I couldn’t hold back my pleasure. The base of my spine tingled, my balls tightened, and before I could stop it or warn Shay, my entire body exploded. Bright white lights detonated like a bomb behind my eyes. All my muscles coiled, my ass clamped down tight on his fingers and cum splashed between us, painting Shay’s stomach and chest.
Collapsing in the mess between us, my body was spent, my limbs boneless. I had never orgasmed that hard in my life and didn’t even care about the sticky cum oozing between us.
Shay wasted not a second wrapping his arms around me tightly and rolling me beneath his hard body. With slitted, hazy eyes I stared up at him, then spread my legs wide and brought my knees up to my chest. It wasn’t exactly presenting to my alpha, but I didn’t have the energy to roll over and present my ass. Presenting my glistening hole would have to be a good enough invitation.
Instead of filling me with his cock, Shay slid down the bed, his gleaming eyes staring intently at my hole. Then he nosed at my hole, inhaling my scent deeply, the air hot against my wrinkled skin.
“Shhhaaaay.” His name was one long, loud, demanding plea from my lips, as all the nerve endings around my hole came back to life.
Kissing the inside of my thigh, he demanded roughly, “Condoms?”
Fuck! How had I forgotten the one rule I never broke? Even with my birth control, I always demanded a partner wear a condom. As a shifter, I couldn’t catch a sexually transmitted disease, but as an omega I could get pregnant. My omega dad having me at fifteen made me doubly cautious.
Waving one arm at the nightstand, I pointed. Shay leaned over, digging in the drawer and pulling out my bright pink true-to-life vibrator.
“One day we’re going to use this.” He promised and I was one thousand percent on board with that idea. Just not tonight. Tonight, I just needed him, his…at least nine inches and three of my fingers wide cock and his knot locking us together.
He loomed over me again, the foil wrapper secured in his hand triumphantly. Taking it from him, I ripped it open with my teeth. Before easing it over his length, rolling it down, I stroked my hand over his bare skin. Loving the feel of him between my hands, taking in every ridge and vein. The weight of his cock was heavy in my hand, dripping precum in a trail across my skin. My mouth watered at the sight of the dark red mushroom head, and I couldn’t wait to get on my knees and gag on every inch of him. To feel his thick, salty and bitter cum slide down the back of my throat when he came inside my mouth.
Just the thought of all the things I wanted to do to this man–and have him do to me–turned up the heat in the room, or my body, or both. Need consumed me and I couldn’t wait one more second to have him inside me.
