Page 17 of Omegas Need
“Hey,” Wren whispered, removing his hand from its work between my legs and cupping my cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his lips brushing mine while he spoke.
I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Nothing feels the same here,” I murmured honestly. “It doesn’t feel safe anymore.”
At first, being surrounded by the big group of other homeless wolf shifters had felt like a security blanket. Now, it felt dangerous. I wasn’t sure who among them we could trust.
And all because me and Wren weren’t the norm.
Maybe it wasn’t as big a deal in other places, or other levels of society, but this was what I knew.
Out here, if you didn’t fit in, you stood out. And that meant there was a target on your back.
Wren stroked his fingers through my curls, kissing my cheeks gently, and then he was suddenly lifting over me, straddling me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, although it was clear as he took my cock, lining it with his hole.
I shivered as his wet heat kissed my tip.
“You said you wanted to top,” he whispered. “There will be time for the other thing later. Right now, if you want to fuck me, then you can.”
He pushed his hips down and his hole suddenly opened for me, swallowing me down. He didn’t stop until he was seated in my lap.
After a week of only getting fucked, the attention to my cock was nearly too much, but blissfully so.
I took one shuddering breath, then another while Wren did the same.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “I almost forgot how good you feel.”
I laughed breathlessly.
“Yeah, me too.”
He started to rock his hips, sliding back and forth. He was so wet and tight and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
One of my hands gripped his cock, and I started to stroke, hoping to take him over the edge with me.
The other landed on the smooth stretch of his thigh and I held on, letting him take the lead as he took me closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Ride me just like that, baby.”
He groaned, his pace quickening, cock leaking in my hand.
When he shuddered, his hole clenching, I was powerless to stop myself from coming. His release splashing onto my chest added to the rush of pleasure and for a long minute, I was completely lost.
Instead of rolling off of me, Wren curled up on my chest, keeping my cock nestled inside.
He liked to do that, and I liked it too. Not pretending I had a knot to keep him there, it was just nice that he didn’t want to let me go too easily.
My arms came around his back and together, we drifted to sleep, forgetting to shift this time.
When my eyes opened first thing in the morning, Wren was still on top of me, and my cock was still inside him. And of course, it was hard again, already being hugged by his warmth.
Wren moaned sleepily, giving my length a little squeeze where it was buried inside him.
I shifted my hips. They were stiff and cold from our position, but I was too preoccupied by the rest to care.
