Page 80 of These Bonds that Unite Us
Checking the cakes, they’re cool enough now for us to cut and frost them. She carefully stripes the rainbow array onto the top of each layer, then I coat the entire outside in white. We repeat the process for the top.
“Here,” she says, handing me one of the small bags we are using to pipe her little hearts and the writing on the top. I fill each one with a dollop of all eight colors, then put white in another and set it aside.
Omen leans down to put her first heart on the cake, but she exerts too much pressure on the bag and a large chunk of frosting falls out.
Taking advantage of this wondrous opportunity, I step behind her and press my chest to her back. She stills, taking shallow breaths until my hands wrap around hers and I guide her through the process. Arousal slides down our bond, making a breath of relief slip through my lips.
When she doesn’t ask me to move away, I frame her body with my arms and watch her work over her shoulder. With each added heart, her hands get shakier and her breaths come faster. Sweet sunflower perfume fills the air, muting the scent of the cake. It takes all of my willpower to not spread her out on the granite and devour her for a late breakfast.
“There,” she breathes out, setting the last of the purple into the pile of empty piping bags.
“Only the acronym left to go now,” I whisper, letting my breath puff out against the side of her throat. I’m playing with fire, but damn do I hope my omega lets me feel her burn.
“Right,” she swallows thickly, grabbing the white frosting and carefully leaning back toward the cake. The shift has her ass rubbing against my aching cock and I can’t hold back a groan. Fuck, that feels amazing.
She’s in the zone, taking her time to swipe each letter across the top of the cake. By the time Omen is finished, we’re both heaving for breath and ready to burst. She turns to face me, piping bag still in her hands, and I press my lips to hers silencing any chance of her excusing herself from my kitchen. I’m trying to be patient, but I can only control my instincts for so long.
A whimper slips from her mouth to mine when I crowd her further against the island. I make sure to push the cake further back so we don’t accidentally ruin it, though I’d love a reason to have to repeat this entire process over again.
Honeyed sunflower coats my tongue when I lick into her mouth, letting her feel the clink of my tongue ring when it brushes her teeth. I can’t get enough. Who needs oxygen when they can kiss an omega like Omen?
When my lungs are burning, I pull back far enough for both of us to catch our breath. Omen’s eyes are wide and so dark they shine like emeralds. Her hands grip the counter behind her so tight her knuckles are white from the pressure. A grunt passes through her lips as her head falls back.
She stares up at the ceiling for several heartbeats before locking eyes with me again. “Would it be weird if I asked to lick the rest of this frosting off your cock?”
“Use me any way you please,” I smirk, spreading my hands wide before locking them behind my head. My back hits the opposite counter and I stand before her with my legs spread, ready for her enjoyment.
Her knees hit the hardwood floor with an audible thump. Part of me wants to scold her for hurting herself, but the way her eyes are locked to my dick stops me. She scoots forward, not hesitating before she rips my sweats to the floor.
The feeling of her warm palms skating up my shins and thighs, inching closer to my cock has my knees trembling like a baby deer. I can’t imagine how good it will feel to have her mouth on me.
Lithe fingers wrap around me, thumb brushing over the piercing in my tip. She squeezes tighter with the hand holding me, slowly dragging down toward my knot before pulling back up over the tip. I’m frozen, fingers tugging at my blonde locks to hold myself back from wrapping her black hair in my fist and pushing myself between her lips.
“You smell like vanilla, but do you taste like vanilla?” Her question is mumbled so softly I don’t think she realized she spoke it out loud.
She brings the bag of white frosting up and carefully drizzles it along my cock. It hits the floor, sending dots up the cabinets, and then heaven descends upon me. Warm, wet heat envelops my aching length.
My eyes are glued to where Omen’s lips are stretched around me, her eyes rolling back into her head as she tastes my pre-cum mixed with the vanilla buttercream. She’s ravenous, bobbing her head in quick jerks. I nearly lose my balance when she grips my knot, kneading the swollen flesh in time with each bob.
“Fuck, babygirl, look at you.” I drop one hand to brush the hair falling from her ponytail away from her face. “Such a good girl, swallowing your Alpha’s cock. You can take more. Relax your throat and let me in.”
Watery green eyes glance up, drawing me in with their intensity. I grip her head a little tighter, silently offering to take control. When she nods slightly, I praise her again. She gags alittle when I start to slip into her throat, but she swallows against the feeling and I slide the rest of the way in.
“That’s it. Such a good fucking girl, little Omega. Tap my leg three times if you need a break.”
I pull out, letting her take a deep breath before I press back in. My knot brushes against her lips with each thrust. Pleasure burns down my spine, building in my balls until I can’t hold back. One, two, three thrusts, and I’m coming.
She moans, her body shuddering as she swallows me down. Fucking hell, she’s orgasming too. We sink to the floor, and I pull her into my arms. I’m certainly not letting her walk away now.
“Well, isn’t this quite the vision to wake up to?” Nexus drawls. He’s peering down at us from the other side of the island, a smirk on his face and heat in his eyes.
“Did you get cum on the counters or is that frosting?” Callisto asks from the side.
Omen and I both burst into a fit of giggles when we realize we landed on the bag and it now exploded all over the floor. “I guess we have another mess to clean up, babygirl.”
Callisto helps her to her feet, his dual toned eyes meeting mine. He can already feel my joy in our bond, but I offer him a smile anyway. “I was thinking we could head out and enjoy the pool while Nebula smokes the roast?”
“Hell yeah!” Nexus cheers. “Let’s go for a dip, gorgeous, no swimsuit required!” He throws her an exaggerated wink, making her laugh again. She shakes her head, denying the chance to skinny dip. Nex pouts, but doesn’t argue with her. Seeing her in a tiny bikini will be enough to have him sporting a hard-on all afternoon.
