Page 24 of His Pretty Omega
“It’s all those things you said, and more, but…yes. I think, yes. I feel things for you, Alex. I have from the first time I saw you, even before I swiped your drink.”
“Which you totally did to get my attention,” I smirked, letting him know I had been on to him from the beginning.
He grinned, “I totally did. But when you kiss me…it’s different than any kisses I’ve ever had. When you touch me, when you look at me…I don’t know, it’s all magnified by about a thousand.” He crawled into my lap, and I couldn’t remember a time I had ever been happier. “So yes, it’s all happening way too fast, but I don’t care. I want you. I want us.”
He took my hand and placed it on his belly, where our pup was nestled, safe and secure, his hand covering mine. “Yes. Yes, I’ll move in with you. Yes, to it all. Please, please, don’t make me regret doing this.”
Capturing his lips in mine, I whispered, “I won’t, I swear to you, I won’t.”
We kissed for a few more minutes, each brush of our lips against each other growing more heated, more passionate. Our hands roamed over our clothes, under, tugging impatiently, needing to feel skin, until we were both naked and Seth was stretched out on the couch in front of me. One shapely leg planted on the floor, the other thrown over the back of the couch.
He held his arms out to me, welcoming me, and I sank into him. Our tongues tangled together as my cock slid into his warm, wet heat. His hole was tight despite our foreplay, and he hissed as my cock stretched him.
We stared into each other’s eyes as we moved together, our panting breaths and sharp cries filling the air.
This was different from the night we had spent in the hotel. That had been fueled by pure need, desire, and lust. This was something more.
This was lovemaking.
Each kiss, each stroke of a hand exploring curves, and dips, and crevices. Each swipe of a tongue, each taste of skin, and slick, and droplets of precum.
This was nothing I had ever experienced before with anyone. I knew I never wanted to experience this with anyone else.
This was Seth.
My Seth.
My mate.
My love.
If it took the rest of my life, I would make sure he knew he was cherished, wanted, and loved. That he wasn’t too much for me.
“Alex!” he shouted as my hips slammed into his, my cock sliding over his prostate, making him thrash beneath me. “Please, Alex, I need…”
“Come, sweetheart!” Our lips ground together in a hard kiss, as we both let our orgasms wash over us. We were so close, but still, we tried to get closer. Hip to hip, legs entwined, hands holding tightly together.
“Te amo,” I panted against his skin, over and over, as he lay beneath me in a boneless heap. Tiny aftershocks shook his body every few seconds, his eyes closed, his face slack. “Te amo.”
I knew he didn’t understand me, and that it was probably too early for him to say it back. He didn’t seem like a person who said those three little words lightly, but it didn’t stop me from caressing the words over his sweaty skin.
Because I did love Seth. Was pretty sure I had fallen in love that first night together. And one day, I knew he would say the words back.
Something heavy was on my chest, making it hard to breathe. A rough tongue licked my cheek, and my eyes flew open. My eyes met golden ones, not at all like Seth’s, but they were exactly that of a cougar.
The large, tawny and black head of a huge cat stared down at me, two gigantic paws planted on each shoulder. His heavy body held me to the bed, stretched out down my length, and was he…purring?
The rumble vibrated down my chest and stomach, tickling, his golden eyes unblinking, pink tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.
“Uh, good morning?” Reaching a tentative hand out, I hoped I wasn’t about to lose my fingers as I stroked the top of his tawny head. His fur was short and dense, not at all what I expected, and his pointed ears twitched as I scratched him.
Seth had obviously shifted in his sleep, and my wolf quietly preened. I hoped him shifting while wrapped in my arms meant he felt safe and comfortable with me.
“Wanna go get some breakfast?” Not sure what the protocol was for waking up with your partner shifted, who seemed to have no desire to shift back to his human side, I went with normal morning after rituals. At least for me.
The large head shook, a grumble rumbling from his mouth. He stretched, his paws pushing me further into the mattress, and my breath whooshed out of my lungs. “Oof…you’re…heavy.”
Gently, I shoved at him and he rolled off me with another grumble, then proceeded to lick one paw like it was completely normal for me to wake up next to a mountain lion.
