Page 32 of Our Haunted Omegas
“No need for all that,” he chuckled.
I leaned back against the truck harder like I might meld with the metal as my toes curled into the soles of my sneakers. I was close. So fucking close and he wasn’t letting go. He was holding on and squeezing the head in the way that felt the best. The one that made the sensations spiral all over me and made me breathe in little embarrassing pants because my brain couldn’t process them fast enough. He pressed his thumb over the leaking opening and I howled unable to hold it back this time. A wild wolf howled back, cheering me on and I blushed hard but didn’t have long to feel embarrassed because my balls were drawing up heavy with the need for relief and Cobalt wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. He squeezed hard passing over the head of my dick again and I melted right there. I grabbed onto his shoulders to save the truck’s paint job as orgasm wrecked my brains. I came in warm, sticky streams making a mess of my clothes and his and praying that no caretakers showed up just now.
Cobalt kissed me when my balls were empty and opened the truck door up. He lifted me onto the seat and I stretched out panting and searching for whatever wits hadn’t escaped through my dick. A second later, a water bottle pressed against my palm.
“Hydrate, mate,” he said, his hands resting on my thighs.
“Yeah. Anxiety-smaxiety,” I let out a little laugh. “I tore your shirt when I bit you.”
“Yeah,” he looked over at his shoulder like he just noticed it. “It happens. It wasn’t my favorite anyway.” He took it off and tossed it into the bed of the truck.
“I want to take off your pants,” he announced as if telling me the weather and when I didn’t say no, he stripped off my pants and underwear. He stole my shoes too and arched a brow for my input before pulling off my socks and tucking them inside my sneakers. Then he pushed my sleeveless shirt up around my collarbones and I was as good as naked. The truck’s windows were magically tinted to keep the sun out and keep prying eyes from looking in. Cobalt’s broad frame blocked the open doorway, but I still felt more exposed than ever. He ran his hand over my thighs and down to my knees before tucking his hands under them and pushing my legs apart and up until I had nothing left to hide. My body clenched around empty air, slick and ready for attention. Just the thought of his fingers gliding over my needy omegahole made me clench around the air.
“So fucking slick,” he whispered. “You smell so fucking good. Not right now but later we have to figure the whole yes or no thing because I don’t know if I can say no to you twice.”
“No to me?” I blinked at him.
“You want me inside you. It’s all over your thoughts but that’s a no until we figure it out,” he said, voice strained as if it pained him to say no.
“But---” I said, glancing down my naked body. My dick was hard again and slick arousal pooled around my omegahole and dribbled down.
“I didn’t lie. I’m going to make you cum again. I don’t need to put my dick inside you to do that,” he said, resting his knee against the floorboard and reaching under it.
“If you pull a dildo or vibrator out from under the seat, I’m going to facepaw, mate,” I said, leaning over to try to see what he was doing.
“That would’ve been a cool trick. Maybe next time I’ll stock up there,” he said, handing me a towel rolled up like a pillow and spreading another over the floorboard. Then one over the back of the seat and one more to me.
“Is the truck made of towels?” I laughed.
“No, but we always keep a bunch of them on hand. Lots of things happen and not just sex before you make that joke. Remember this is one of Teal’s trucks.”
“What? Does he get less sex?” I arched a brow playfully.
“No. He pursues it less, I guess,” he shrugged. “Teal isn’t the hookup machines Indigo and I were.”
“Were?”
“Well, are but now it’s limited by how much you can take. Well, you and Ambry but – I don’t want to talk about them right now,” he said, his eyes raking over my naked body. “I love them but let’s leave them alone until I’ve finished making you cum.”
“Uhh… Mate, just so I know how many times do you plan to make me er… cum?” I asked, stumbling over more of my words than I liked.
“Until I’m done or until you want me to stop,” he shrugged. “Do you want me to stop already?”
“No,” I shook my head. “To be fair, though, one is never enough. Not when I’m still slick.”
“I can see that,” he said and ran his thumb over my dripping omegahole. “Really see that and smell your arousal and feel it. So fucking slick. So fucking ready. You’re almost more than I can handle.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he exhaled. He was hard too. His need filled the air of the truck but with my knees up kissing my nipples I wasn’t in any position to reach out for him.
Cobalt pressed his thumb against my hole testing the waters and it slid in easily, sending a cascading ripple of tingles up and down my spine. I tucked the pillow towel under my head and sank into the seat. I hadn’t lied. Once was never enough. It was said that most alphas only went off once and that was sort of true in my experience unless you were in heat or they were in a rut but I wasn’t an alpha. I didn’t know a single omega who only came once unless they were tired or not that into it.
“If they’re not that into it they shouldn’t do it and if someone says they have to they should bite off their dick,” Cobalt shrugged.
A second later, he leaned over my body and gave me a long, slow kiss. His thumb glided out of me to be replaced by two of his long fingers that were wrapped around my dick not that long ago. My wolf whimpered, wanting more, and the noise echoed up my throat. Cobalt was right. I did want him inside me but I wasn’t sure I was ready for that conversation again either. I’d eat anyone’s face that made him bleed. His blood belonged on the inside of his body – End. Of. Story.
He rocked his fingers inside me, chasing away my anger at this phantom ball surgeon. I rocked my hips, riding his fingers and guiding them to the best places to touch me. Mating link or not, I didn’t expect him to be a mind reader. I’d show him where he should be. He wrapped his arm around one of my legs and held onto it as our tongues danced between our warm mouths. His thumb passed over my balls with each move of his fingers inside me and I lost myself to the fire crawling up me with its pleasure tendrils. I trembled under his touch and for once it wasn’t from anxiety. His fingers rocked faster, following the lead of my thoughts and the gyrating of my hips.
“You’re close?” Cobalt asked as my back arched and I swallowed down all the wolfy noises attempting to escape mymouth. I nodded fast and hard and his free hand disappeared and he was nearly upright.
“If you stop now I will fucking eat you!” I snarled and he laughed, throwing his head back, his fingers still buried deep inside my slick passageway. The sound of a zipper coming undone filled the air and I let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he forgot about the conversation we needed to have. Maybe I turned out to be too much temptation for him after all.
