Page 7 of His Pretty Omega
Heats and pregnancies went hand in hand, and most forms of birth control became less effective.
But staring down at the beauty in my arms, his wide blue eyes burning with lust, had all my common sense vanishing. His fiery limbs wrapped around me. The head of my cock being squeezed tightly by the silken flesh of his dripping wet hole…had me not caring about any of it.
Not heats, pregnancy, or consequences.
I didn’t even care that we hadn’t exchanged names yet. There would be time for all that. Later. Much, much later.
After I buried myself to the hilt inside him, until neither of us knew where he began and I ended. After my knot had stretched him, then stretched him more, and we were locked together until it receded.
I had waited my whole life for the day I would find my fated mate. Even in my wildest fantasies, I hadn’t ever imagined one so beautiful, smelling so intoxicating. The peach scent of him wound around me, making my head fuzzy with need.
Desire burned through me; a want so strong it left me breathless.
Surging forward, I slid into him, stretching him and not stopping until my balls rested against his ass. His blunt fingernails clawed at my ass cheeks, my back, my shoulders. He thrashed beneath me, before he melted against me.
“Fuucckk, yeessss,” he gasped against my shoulder, “more, more, more!”
We bucked together like wild animals, skin slapping lewdly against skin, the sound filling the room. Pants, groans, gasps, and screams echoed in my ears, drowning out everything but him. This omega. This pretty omega who was begging me to take him over the edge, to give him what he needed. What we both needed.
My knot swelled, catching on his rim with my next thrust, then another. He moaned, crying out as it stretched him further, nearly too much, before his hole finally accepted it and we were locked together.
One tiny thrust, then another and another, while I watched him jack his own cock in time to my movements. Then he was shouting, shaking, his cum shooting over his hand, his stomach, my chest. His head thrown back; mouth frozen open in a silent scream of pure ecstasy.
With a loud roar, I emptied my balls into him, until I had nothing left and collapsed on top of him.
Chapter Four
Seth
What was that annoying buzzing sound?
Had I fallen asleep after coming, and left my vibrator on, lost somewhere in my tangled sheets?
It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened.
The relentless buzzing noise pierced my consciousness again, just enough to wake me from the sound sleep I had been in.
Ugh, was that my cell phone?
Why? It was way too early for someone to bother me.
Reaching out a hand blindly, I groped for it, finding air where my nightstand should be.
Oh, that’s right, I wasn’t home. I was in Hollow Ridge, holed up in a swanky hotel room, ringing in the New Year with the hottie alpha I had picked up in the hotel bar.
Or had he picked me up?
Vaguely, images from the night before started to come back to me. Helping myself to the hot alpha’s drink. Dancing with some randos, who were hella handsy, hoping to catch said hottie’s attention. Some growling and a lot of kissing in the elevator and hallway. Followed by hot as hell knotting sex.
Yeah, it had been a good night and a hell of a fantastic start to the new year.
Something niggled at the back of my brain, something that felt important that I should remember. Something…nope, whatever it was, my brain wasn’t up for braining yet and most certainly not without a boat load of caffeine.
Fuck, my mouth tasted like something had died in it. I had definitely drunk way too much last night. My eyes felt gritty even without me opening them, and when I stretched the tiniest bit, my muscles ached, my well used hole giving a sharp throb.
Oh yeah, I was going to feel that alpha’s deliciously large knot for days and days.
How many times had he knotted me? Three? More?
