Page 157 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“Never.”
Holy shit.
I can imagine, given what I know about her past, why no one has done this with her. I get the impression that Northside alphas, or alphas in general, who are willing to pay for an omega’s time aren’t particularly concerned with the pleasure of the omegas they fuck.
I’m not a purist and think virginity is a social construct, but I’d be fucking lying if there wasn’t a part of me that’s absolutely thrilled at the idea of being the first one to show Reyna what it’s like for the pleasure to be all on her.
A smirk tugs at my lips.
“Well then, lucky me,” I purr.
“Lucky you?" She asks, her brows drawing down in confusion. “Aren’t I the lucky one? I’m the one who’s getting the most out of it.”
“I mean it when I say lucky me, Wildflower. Let’s just say I’m a generous man. The best thing in the fucking world is knowing that you’re feeling good and that I’m the reason for it.”
Her breaths are coming in short, quick pants, making her chest heave under that tiny tank top.
“Oh, well, good for me," she says, an almost shy smile appearing on her face. “You’ve set my expectations high, you know. I haven’t come with an alpha before either.”
My jaw clenches and I throw my head back.
“God, Wildflower, you’re killing me here. You’re making me want to hunt down all the guys who have been stupid enough to take the fucking goddess you are for granted and slam their head into a wall until they realize how they’ve fucked up.”
She giggles and rolls her eyes.
“You don’t have to go that far,” she says, her voice soft as she runs a hand down my chest. “All you’ve gotta do is live up to your promise of making me feel good and then I’ll pretty much forget about anyone else, deal?”
“Deal.”
She rises to her knees, shifting so that she’s only straddling one of my thighs. It would probably be difficult for her to actually take her shorts off if she were straddling both, considering how wide my legs are.
I hold my breath as I watch her slowly trail her hands down her body, her fingertips dipping underneath the hem of her shorts.
“You’re being such a tease,” I growl, my hands flexing as I keep them still behind my head.
“I call it putting on a good show,” she says with a wink.
That’s when she tugs off both those tiny sleep shorts and the even tinier pair of panties she was wearing underneath them, leaving her gorgeous pussy bare to my gaze.
“I didn’t really expect to do this, so I haven’t shaved in a week or so?—”
“You’re stunning,” I breathe out, my intense gaze locking onto her face. “Now sit on my face before I die of thirst, Wildflower.”
Her expression grows sultry as she crawls up my body. I lower myself on the bed so that she can straddle my face.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I’m face to face with the gates of heaven.
“Put your hands on the headboard, Wildflower,” I growl, my voice so low it’s barely audible. “Trust me, you’ll need the support.”
When I’m sure she’s steady, I grip her hips and pull her down towards my face.
I give her pussy a broad lick, relishing the sweetness of her slick and a groan vibrates through my chest.
She throws her head back from the moment my tongue makes contact with her hot flesh and moans.
The sound and the slight tremble to her thighs around my head fuel the fire burning inside me.
