Page 74 of Want It All
She gave a soft snort, and there was something self-deprecating in it. I’d read that heats were about more than just knots and cum; they were about bonding as a pack. If Rose hadn’t had that – if she hadn’t had the adoration, support, and care that she deserved, that sheneeded– then it could have affected the way she felt about sex – and herself.
But I could try to make up for it.
‘I showed you mine,’ she said, in a breathy, teasing voice. ‘But you still have pants on, Seb.’
It took me all of two seconds to unbutton my jeans and shove them down. I was so hard and slippery with precum that it should have been embarrassing, but I’d ceased to be humiliated by my omega body years ago, when Tristan proved, over and over again, just how much my desperate arousal turned him on.
It seemed to do something similar to Rose. Her tongue wet her bottom lip as her eyes fastened on my cock, goosebumps rising on her naked skin. I gave her a show, wrapping my hand around my shaft to pump lazily, encouraging more precum to bead in my slit.
‘Oh,fuck,’ Rose whispered. She sat up; her eyes flickered to meet mine. ‘Can I?’
I didn’t know what she was asking, exactly, but I didn’t really care. I nodded, and she reached up to circle her fingers around my cock, leaning forward to lick a swipe over my head with her hot pink tongue.
Fuck.
Her tongue was heaven, and it was bliss when she sucked me down. She was tentative, her eyes on my face to track my reactions. ‘That’s amazing, Rosebud,’ I purred, my hand cupping her cheek. ‘You feel incredible.’
She popped off with a quiet gasp and a wet sound that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. ‘I like this. I didn’t think I would, but I do.’
Oh. My instincts loved the idea of me being one of her firsts. I stroked my thumb across her cheek. ‘I’m going to get an inflatable knot for you. I want to make you feel so good.’
‘You will,’ she murmured. ‘I know you will. Lie down, Seb. Let me drive.’
Fuck. Yes.
I dropped and spread myself out on the couch, my hands finding her hips when she crawled over me. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, then gave me a less chaste kiss on the mouth, her tongue flicking against mine as she settled her wet heat against my cock. I held on for dear life, trying not to explode as she slid her cunt over my shaft.
She gave me a smile – so beautiful, so hopeful, so very muchmine– and her fingers wrapped tight around me as she lined our bodies up.
Yes, yes, yes –
‘Stop!’ Tristan shouted.
Ifrozeinplace.
Tristan hadn’t barked, but his voice was forceful, and there was no fucking way my omega was going to disobey one of her alphas right now. Not when Sebastian was spread out beneath me, beautiful and golden and so deliciously hard.
All for me.
‘Rose,’ Tristan said sharply. ‘Are you on birth control?’
I bristled at the question, though I knew why he was asking. Omegas were hyper-fertile; biologically speaking, female omegas were made to pop out babies on the regular, like pedigree dogs.
I didn’t know whether Sebastian could conceive or not; though male omegas were rare, there was evidence to suggest that some could both carry and birth babies.Hey, Seb, can you give birth?didn’t really seem like a polite question to ask, though I supposed we’d have to talk about it sometime, given the events of the evening. Whether he had the extra organs a male omega would need for birthing or not, his sperm would be super potent,which – combined with my overactive ovaries – was a potential complication if we wanted to finish our degrees on time.
I wasn’t overly maternal, but I had nothing against babies, either. However, studying was hard enough on its own; I couldn’t imagine how people did it while they were exhausted from caring duties. I’d prefer to wait until my life felt a little more stable before I faced the realities of morning sickness, teething, and sleepless nights.
‘Yes, alpha, I’m on birth control,’ I answered. My tone was tart, because Sebastian’s pretty cock wasright thereand my patience was waning. ‘I had a full STI check after my heat, and I haven’t fucked anybody else since then.’
‘Heat? As in, singular?’
I glared at Tristan. He frowned back. Fuck, he was gorgeous, and he smelledso good, but I had other things – like myvery naked scent match– to think about. ‘Yes, alpha. Heat: singular.’
‘And you’re on suppressants?’
‘You know as well as I do that they’re a requirement of my enrolment. I wouldn’t risk my place here, Tristan.’
The alpha visibly relaxed. ‘Carry on, then.’
