Page 58 of Dubious Match
My heartbeat gets faster as I gaze at him, and I find myself waiting to see what he’ll do.
“Mmhmm,” I say.
Leaning toward me slowly, I can tell he’s waiting for me to stop him. What does it say about me that I haven’t had my first kiss, but most of my orgasms have been had by sex toys that these alphas create?
It’s silly, but something that may happen more often that omegas are willing to admit. Our heats are monsters who need to be sated or else it’ll rage and claw at our bodies until we listen. I’m late by about a week for my heat, and I’m trying not to worry.
I know that stress can mess with it, as well as meeting my scent matches. I don’t want my first time to be in the middle of a heat drunk haze. If possible, I’d like to remember it.
His lips are soft and firm as he presses them against mine, and I follow his lead as he deepens it. I can feel myself getting wet as his tongue brushes against mine, and I whine.
“Fuck,” Remy groans, his hands squeezing my thighs as I shift in his lap. His voice is deep with sleep, and I moan as I feel his erection against my ass as he rocks me over it.
“Easy,” Malcolm whispers against my lips as goosebumps pebble over my skin. “You taste so damn sweet, baby.”
My eyes hood as I gaze back at him, and I want to ask him for more. I’m breathing faster from just that small kiss too.
“Hollis,” Remy growls behind me. Searching for him, I turn my head toward him. “I want a kiss too, baby.”
“Then take it,” I murmur, feeling bold. It’s amazing what a little sleep can do for a girl. His hand moves to wrap around my throat, and I arch back to kiss him. His lips feel different to me, and he’s hungrier than Malcolm.
I can tell that Malcolm was holding back with me, and Remy is doing no such thing. His fingers caress my skin where he holds me, not allowing me to squirm too much as he devours my mouth.
“That’s just not fair,” Brice groans, making Remy and I laugh.
“I guess everyone is awake,” I say, turning to face where Brice and Felix are staring at me with raw hunger.
“All I can smell is lavender and apricots,” Felix says, swallowing hard. “It’s so fucking thick, I can practically taste it.”
“Oh,” I rasp, biting my lip. My pussy is slicking from the all-consuming kiss I just had, and I can’t stop. “Um… I think I need to get up.”
“I’ll miss you though,” Remy breathes, making me whimper as he kisses down my throat. He has a small bit of scruff on his face that feels really good as he rubs against my skin.
“Shit,” Felix groans. “I’ll get up before I shove my face between your legs and completely lose my mind.”
God, the things they say. Dirty, foul mouthed alphas.
As Felix gets up off the giant couch, so does Malcolm, and that allows me to wiggle off Remy so I can get up.
“Can you show me where the bathroom is?” I ask.
My panties are fucking destroyed. I don’t think I can even wear them anymore. Being an omega is messy on the best of days, but when you’re a turned on mess? It’s game over.
“I’ll show you,” Felix says, grabbing my hand. Pulling me along, I walk to the bathroom with him. “If you’re going to the bathroom to clean up and you’re tossing your panties, can I have them?”
“Felix,” I say, shaking my head. “I can’t do that.”
“Ugh, baby. You know your pussy is flooded and needy. This is the only way I can get a taste,” he groans.
“Who says it is?” I ask, moving away as I walk into the bathroom and closing the door. The sound of his head hitting the door has me smirking.
Ugh, I’m so over my head with him.
Cleaning up is messy as I use the toilet and wince as I toss my panties in the trash. I feel a little lightheaded as I wash my hands, and immediately blame it on alpha pheromones. I was going to sleep here, but now I’m beginning to rethink that.
Since my heat is already late and the mixer is next weekend, having it triggered by being around their scents and them would seriously put a wrench in my plans. Should I just tell them that? I know it’s a natural thing, however, talking about my heat with alphas I’m just getting to know feels like too intimate a topic.
Just suck it up, Hollis.That’s what you tell your clients, right? Be honest with the alphas you’re dating, put your cards on the table, blah, blah, blah. It’s a lot harder to take your own advice.
