Page 5 of His Pretty Omega
Finally, the door opened and we tumbled inside. His nimble fingers had the buttons of my shirt undone before I even gave the door a shove and it closed with a loud bang. Yanking the material of my expensive dress shirt out of my black slacks, I shoved it down my arms, nearly ripping it in two to get it off.
His blue eyes watched me strip it off and toss it haphazardly behind me. For a second, I preened under his heated stare, watching as his pink tongue poked out from between his berry-colored lips. He licked his pouty lower lip hungrily, and I was glad for the time I took each day at the gym that helped keep my chest and abs toned.
“Damn!” he moaned, running his hands over my pecs and down my stomach. I shivered under his exploring fingers, then sucked in a sharp breath when his hand ranover the bulge of my aching cock, squeezing lightly. “You are so fucking hot!”
Smirking and fighting the urge to strut around the room, showing off for my mate, I pulled him flush against me. He peered up at me from beneath his ridiculously long, dark lashes, pupils blown, eyes shining brightly with need. Glitter shimmered on his purple tinted lids and across his high cheekbones. He looked lust drunk, or maybe just drunk, and a frisson of reality poked at my brain, sobering me.
“How drunk are you?” Because consent was a thing I took very strongly, and I wouldn’t continue any further if he was too drunk to know what was really happening. It might kill me to end it now, but I would.
The little brat smirked up at me, and I had the very real urge to find out what my hand on his ass would feel like. He stripped off his sheer top and tossed it over the TV. “I’m not that drunk, if you’re worried about consent. Though the fact that you are goes in the plus column. I want this. I want you. And I know exactly what is happening.”
“Do you?”
He nodded, pushing his skirt down his shapely legs. He’d snagged whatever underwear he had on with it–if he was even wearing any at all–because his slim hard cock bobbed towards his very toned stomach. He didn’t have the definition of muscles I did, but there wasn’t an ounceof fat on him anywhere. His pale skin was taut over toned limbs, his hip bones jutting out starkly. There was a nicely trimmed patch of dark hair surrounding that pretty cock of his, and my mouth watered as I drank in the sight of him. He was naked now, except for those heeled boots he was still wearing, standing proud and unashamed. The sight of him just wearing those boots had my cock jerking in my pants, begging to be released so he could join in on the fun.
He waved a dismissive hand in the air, even as he was bending to slowly unzip each boot. “I’m well and truly buzzed, but I’m not too drunk to tell you that if you don’t get your cock fucking inside me very soon, and knot the fuck out of me, I’m going to be one very unhappy omega. I’m also sober enough to tell you to fuck off if I wasn’t interested.” He snapped his fingers at me, waving his hand in the air down my body, indicating I should hurry up and get as naked as he was.
My hands worked quickly at my belt, fumbling to get my pants undone and off. “Well, we can’t have that.”
He tossed his boots behind him, and I felt a brief moment of disappointment that I couldn’t fuck him while he wore just those boots. Until he stretched his arms up above his head and arched his back seductively. What a stunning sight he was.
My feet tangled in my pants, as my attention was held by his softly swaying body. He was dancing sensually to musiconly he could hear, swaying back and forth, moving his hips in an enticing circle. Thrusting his cock and shaking his ass, his arms doing some kind of intricate pattern in the air that had me mesmerized.
He had me spellbound with his gentle gyrations; I had never seen a sight more alluring than this omega.
And he wasmine.
My fated. The one the Goddess had made just for me.
He slid his body up against mine, the heat of him a living breathing thing that threatened to consume me.
“Why do you keep shocking me every time we touch?” he moaned, though he didn’t stop the friction he was creating between us with his thrusting movements, each one causing that sharp snap of electricity to spark where our skin touched.
My brows knitted in concern that he wasn’t quite as aware of what was happening between us as I had thought. “Don’t you know?”
Surely, he knew what that spark meant. That instant, all-consuming need that ignited between us.
He shrugged, not looking concerned. “It’s winter. Static electricity. It’s just annoying, though it’s not really killing the vibe.” His eyes lowered, and he purred, “I don’t mind a bit of pain with my pleasure.”
Tilting my head, I narrowed my eyes, even as my dick wanted to go back to his last sentence and unpack all that. “It’s not static electricity.”
He laughed, the sound lovely, and wrapped his arms around my neck. Pulling me down to his much shorter height, he whispered against my lips, “Doesn’t matter. It’s not going to get in the way of me getting what I want.”
“What do you want?” Any thoughts I had of making sure he understood exactly what was happening between us vanished at his sultry words, spoken with so much self-confidence. Damn, my dick had a confidence kink. I loved an omega who knew his own mind. It was completely at odds on occasion with the strong caretaking instincts I had, and there was nothing to be done about it.
An omega who knew what they wanted, and wasn’t afraid to ask for it, or better yet, just took it, was like my own personal form of catnip. If I was a cat. My wolf huffed in annoyance at my comparison, but I pushed him away.
“To be fucked hard and fast,” he answered firmly. His hand wrapped around his own dick, stroking once, twice. A bead of precum pooled at his pink tip, and my mouth ached to taste that pearly drop.
Wandering through the seating area of the large room to the king-sized bed, he climbed up, presenting me with his lusciously round ass. And this time I couldn’t resist what he was blatantly offering. Following him, I smacked my hand against one of his ass cheeks, and watched it jiggle enticingly, as a red palm print bloomed over his pale skin.
He cried out from the shock more than the sting, glaring at me over his shoulder. But he was pouting prettily whichtold me he wasn’t too upset about the spank, his pupils large in his eyes.
“That was for being a demanding brat.” I wasn’t about to let him know that I was loving his bratty behavior. I doubted he had been told no too many times in his life. Not with that face of his, those enticing eyes and pouty mouth.
His sweet omega scent filled the air and my cock got even harder, which I honestly hadn’t thought was possible. The room smelled of peaches, ripe and ready to be picked. I had smelled the scent on the dance floor, and when I had kissed him in the elevator. The scent was stronger now, deeper yet sweeter. Fresh baked pie or cobbler on a hot summer day. Mouth-watering.
Climbing on the bed behind him, I ran my hands over the cheek I had just smacked, then spread both his cheeks wide. He leaned his head on his arms, smooth back arched like a graceful cat, and moaned wantonly when the air hit the wrinkled skin of his glistening pink hole.
