Page 13 of Happy Birthday, Omega
“Alpha. Take me to bed and mate me.”
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It’sbarelyoutofher mouth before he is scooping her up bridal style and taking the stairs two at a time. His Alpha strength and speed on full display. She giggles at his enthusiasm, and he grins down at her.
She bounces as her back hits the softness of a mattress, and she’s enveloped by the potent plume of her Alpha’s pine and chalk scent.
She’s in his private space.
Something primal snaps into place. Shemustnest.
Her Omega instincts fog her mind. With an excited yip at her Alpha, April gives in to the primal pull.
Bryce sucks in a whoosh of air as she squirms onto her hands and knees. A flicker of pride ignites briefly at his reaction, before her impulses consume her.
Nest. Make a nice nest for Alpha. A good Omega shows her Alpha she is worthy to be mated.
His bedding smells perfect for nesting, coated in layers of her Alpha’s scent. She catches the faint, musky smell of his come and presses her face into the spot. April fights the urge to lick at it, knowing she’ll have the real thing once she’s finished preparing.
She fusses with the pillows and bedspread, arranging them in an ancient compulsion with no clear design. As she works, a wet trickle of slick slides down her inner thighs. The act of preparing a space for her mate is intensely intimate, and she loves that he’s watching her.
Bryce deposits a few more soft items on the bed and she quickly gathers them into the nest. A contented murmur pierces through the fog.
“Good Omega.”
She preens under his steamy gaze, his praise plucking at her core deliciously.
Finally, happy with the nest, she flops onto her back and spreads her knees wide, exposing her soaking wet panties to her Alpha.
Bryce chokes. “Holy fuck, April.”
She bucks her hips, trying to signal she’s ready for him with a soft mewl.
He runs his hands over his flushed face and swallows hard, his wide eyes fixed on her core.
She huffs in frustration. Slipping her hands under her skirt, she hooks her fingers into her panties and swiftly pulls them down and off her feet.
She throws her panties at his face, and he catches them on autopilot, still captivated by the wanton image splayed on his bed.
The air feels cool against her bare, heated flesh and, like a rubber band, reality snaps back into focus. She clamps her thighs closed with a shriek.
“Oh my god, what the hell am I doing?” She shouts, her eyes wide.
“I — They told us our Omega would instinctively know what to do during mating—,” he whispers, almost to himself, still holding her soaking panties in his hands like they’re the crown jewels. His face is red, the brightest patches high on his cheekbones.
She can’t believe she just threw her slick soaked panties at his face with her pulsing pussy thrust towards him. Zero to one hundred in a heartbeat.
She squeaks and covers her heated cheeks.
Bryce recovers from his initial shock, and chuckles softly.
“It’s not funny!” She pouts. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“You’re right, it’s not funny. It’s fucking hot,” he growls, his hand wrapping around her ankle and tugging her towards him. “I love watching you give into your inner desires.”
“Y — you do?”
“Fuck yeah. I don’t think there will ever be anything sexier than my little Omega making us a nest to mate in.”
