Page 8 of Risque
“Mila, I haven’t tasted anything for three years. It’s not that I can’t take care of myself. It’s the fact that in the last three years, not being able to feel and experience my own creations and going home to an empty bed has been devastating. Mila, I tasted that sandwichwith you.”
It finally dawns on me that I’m more than just Mr. Holt’s mate. In some twisted, warped way, Mother Nature has a sense of humor and has somehow given me the ability to heal Jaxon’s biggest wounds. And the way the Alpha is currently looking at me has me wanting to crawl into his lap and console him.
Like I would with a mate.
In this moment, I don’t see my boss or my ex’s dad.
I see a man in need of a hug.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Sir. I just… I…” My gaze drops to my hands as I wiggle in my chair. A bad idea takes root in my head as I check that the office door is closed. Mr. Holt isn’t firing me and I can help him. Even if this doesn’t go anywhere, I can help heal that wound. “Sir, would you like me to feed you?”
There’s a bout of silence before I hear, “Yes. I’d like that very much.”
Jaxon
Mila hesitates for only a moment before he unearths the sandwich from earlier and then scoots toward me, a frustrated look on his face. He tears off a piece to hold out to me, frowning when he can’t seem to get close enough. When he stands up beside my chair, I can’t help but tug him into my lap, the Omega squealing as his ass hits my swollen cock.
“Like this,” I purr. “Feed me like this so I can work.”
Mila blinks a few times and then nods, “Yes, sir.”
My cock thickens further, no doubt something Mila can feel with the way he wiggles in my lap and then settles, forcing that small bite between my lips. I’m hesitant at first, still afraid to find ash on my tongue. But there’s just flavor, bounds and bounds of flavor where there didn’t used to be.
We get into a rhythm, Mila breaking off a bite to feed me as I work on a report for the newest delicacies. It’s like we’ve done this before, each moment making me wonder what a future with this sweet Omega would look like.
Am I slightly perturbed that Mila dated Nolan? Yes. But in some aspect, I’m ecstatic that Nolan ruined his chances because Mila is precious. In the few hours that I’ve known him, he’s sweet and caring, and that smile of his…
Fuck.
I keep forgetting how much younger he is than me, even as he places another bite on my tongue, his fingers lingering there for an extra second. His scent has gotten so thick that it’s hard to breathe but goddess, I want to sink my cock into his little ass so bad. Maybe I’ll ask him out for a drink this evening.
Or maybe I’ll be a gentleman and drop him off at his own apartment and fuck myself in a sleeve to keep this professional.
“Hey, Mila. There’s some juice in the fridge. Would you mind grabbing one?”
The Omega grins as he scrambles off my lap and grabs two bottles before returning, curling tighter into my chest than he had been before. “Sir, there’s raspberry and pineapple. Do you have a preference?”
“Choose for me.”
I love both of them but they’ve been sitting there since they were delivered three weeks ago. Without the ability to taste, drinking ash wasn’t something I was looking forward to. Andnow? I want to eateverything. I want to drink and dine and wine…
Mila carefully unscrews the cap and lifts the bottle to my lips. I almost grab the bottle from him but he lets out a little snarl as if caring for me is his job right down to holding the bottle. I give in, merely pursing my lips to taste the sweet, cold raspberry tang on my tongue.
Oh. My. God.
A bit drips down my chin, Mila frantically putting the bottle down to find something to clean me up. I reach over to one of the drawers for a napkin but Mila is already there, his tongue dragging up under my neck and through my beard to catch it. It’s a lot more sensual than it should be, my entire body tensing beneath this Omega as he twists around to continue cleaning my face.
And when his tongue meets my lips, a needy whine slipping from Mila, I’m one wrong decision from snapping.
Mila pulls back, horror flooding his expression. “I didn’t… it was going to get on your shirt and you have a meeting in ten minutes.”
“Sweetheart, come here. I liked it just fine.”
I wrap a firm hand around the back of his neck, waiting until he melts beneath my touch before I drag his lips to mine. He tastes so fucking sweet, my other hand falling to his hip as he settles over my lap. We shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t stop. I need his little whimpers and his cries as his fingers dig into my shirt. I need the way he presses himself against me, the way he so easily submits to me, the way he rocks himself over my cock as slick coats the tip of my pants.
Jesus Christ, he’sleaking.
And I don’t think I’ve experienced something hotter than that.
