Page 6 of His Pretty Omega
Running my nose down his crease, I paused against his hole and felt him tremble beneath my hands. Sniffing deeply, I closed my eyes as the enticing scent of him filled my nostrils.
“Cielo,” I breathed against his heated flesh, kneading his ass cheeks in my hands.
He peeked at me over his shoulder, his face flushed, eyes glassy and lust filled. “What does that mean?”
“Heaven,” I told him, dipping down for a taste of the slick that covered his backside. Swiping my tongue over his wet hole, the sweet flavor of him filled my mouth. Goddess, he tasted as good as he smelled, and I wanted more!
Lapping at him, like a cat delicately licking cream out of a bowl, I held him still with one hand on the small of his back when he bucked and writhed beneath my tongue. He mewed, panted, and mumbled nonsensical words into the pillow.
Releasing my hold on him so I could fill my hands with his round orbs and hold him open better, his hips jerked against the mattress. He rubbed his cock on the blankets beneath him, looking for friction, and pushed his ass further into my face.
My nose and mouth were buried in him, surrounded by his flesh, and I ground my face into him. Nothing, and I mean nothing, had ever smelled as enticing as this omega in my entire life. Peaches were going to be my new favorite thing.
“Hold yourself open for me,” I ordered against his fiery skin, and he obeyed, reaching back and spreading himself as wide as he could for me.
The sight was so erotic, so beautiful, that I fought the urge to find my cell phone and snap some pictures of him like this. He was stunning and he wasmine.
Diving back in, my tongue spread him wide. He screamed into the pillow, his body jerking. I ate his ass like it was my last meal and I was a dying man. His muscles tightened, coiling, and I knew the instant he came all over the sheets beneath him. Could smell his cum as it mixed with his omega scent. He panted roughly, his body shaking with tiny aftershocks, his hands finally falling away from his ass.
He was a boneless, panting, gasping heap and when I flipped him over to his back he didn’t protest. His cheeks were flushed, his sweaty hair damp against his forehead, his skin dewy. He blinked lust blown eyes at me, flopping an arm at his side.
“I’m so hot,” he mumbled, another little shock making him shake. “On fire.”
“I know,cariño,” I whispered, running a finger through the traces of his cum on his belly that hadn’t been absorbed into the sheet.
He spread his legs, bending his knees wide and bucked his hips upwards. “So hot…need…need…”
His voice trailed off, his head thrashing from side to side, and one hand came up and traced his own flat pink nipple, tweaking the nub.
“I know what you need,” I whispered, replacing his finger with my lips and sucking his tiny nub into my mouth. “You need your alpha's cock. Your alpha’s knot.”
“Yessss,” he hissed between his teeth, his hips pumping upwards into the air, “pleeeasssseee!”
“Shh,cariño,” I soothed, pulling off his nipple, and nipping my sharp teeth on his earlobe. Slotting my larger body into the space between his spread legs, holding his restless hips and ass against the bed. The blunt head of my cock nudged at the hot, slick opening of his hole, desperate to be let in.
“What does that mean?” he whispered, staring into my eyes, our faces mere inches apart. “You said it before.”
“Sweetheart,” scraping my teeth against his lower lip gently, “it means sweetheart.”
“Is it Spanish?” his hands trailed down my sides to rest against my hips, his slender fingers flexing against my skin. Tight, release, tight, release.
One small flex of my hips and the head of my cock popped through the tight ring of muscle of his hole. “It is.”
“Are you Spanish?”
Chuckling, I let him adjust to my size before another flex had his hole stretching around my cock and he moaned, his hands grasping the cheeks of my ass hard. “Mexican-American. Enough talking.”
How he was managing to even string sentences together was a mystery. I was barely aware of the words I was saying.
Condom!My wolf shouted loud enough to jolt me out of the lust drunk haze that had come over me.
Groaning, I jerked back, my cock sliding an inch out of him. He protested with an angry mewl and his fingers tightened on my ass, holding me where I was.
“Condom,” I groaned, trying to pull out of him the rest of the way.
He groaned, shaking his dark, messy head across the pillows. “I’m on birth control. We’re good. I want to feel you. All of you. And I want your knot.”
As shifters, we were immune to sexually transmitted diseases. But pregnancy was a real possibility, especially if the heat of his skin and his amped up desire was caused from what I thought it was. Being fated mates meant there was a real possibility of him going into heat. Even if he didn’t have a full-blown heat, all the books I read on the subject said many omegas could be thrown into what was referred to as a mini-heat.
