Page 11 of Happy Birthday, Omega
Bryce’s nostrils flare, his heightened senses confirming her claim. The scent of her arousal is unmistakable. His pupils dilate rapidly, the black swallowing his pretty brown irises.
“I know,” he growls, his voice deeper than before. A masculine rumble elongating the word sensually, and it shoots straight to April’s core.
He steps closer to her, once again in her personal space and it causes her pulse to thump wildly in her mating gland. “I’ve been obsessed with the smell of your slick. When it blends with your natural fragrance of sweet roses, it becomes alluring and intoxicating. If you only knew how much time I’ve spent imagining spreading your pretty pink petals open and burying my face buried between your legs.”
She whimpers. She’s imagined the same thing, late at night with her fingers working furiously beneath her panties.
“Oh yes. You like that idea, don’t you my little Omega?” Bryce asks, his features somehow sharper and darker than moments before.
Alpha. Her inner Omega supplies, keening with excitement and desire. His inner Alpha is coming out to play.
“Answer me.”
April jerks with a compulsion to comply. To submit and please the Alpha before her. Her head subconsciously tilts, exposing the side of her neck to his radiating dominance.
“Yes, Alpha,” she whispers, her voice breathy and high.
His chest rumbles with approval, and she wants to preen in delight. She likes pleasing her Alpha very much. It’s a new feeling for her, the euphoria of submitting to the man she has chosen as her life partner. Her future mate.
Although the power dynamic has shifted, she should be feeling uncertain, but instead, it’s a relief to relinquish control and allow him to take charge. For once, she’s not responsible for her own welfare. Her Alpha will provide and protect her, just as she will nurture and support him.
“Bryce. Alpha,” she keens. “I want to be yours.”
“Oh my sweet little Omega. You’ve been mine since I was fourteen with a crush.”
“I can’t wait for the ceremony,” she squeaks excitedly, rocking on the balls of her feet as she stares lovingly up at the man of her literal dreams.
“We can’t make it official just yet, but I won’t wait a moment longer to make you mine.”
A good Omega would tell him no and leave. A good Omega wouldn’t have come to his home in the first place. She’s never considered herself a particularly good Omega.
“Then take me, Bryce.”
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Afiercesnarltearsfrom him, distorting his typical boyish smile into a triumphant smirk. Despite his sharpened Alpha features, his dimple still stubbornly remains.
His lips collide with hers in a passionate kiss. It’s messy, their teeth clashing together painfully, but she throws herself into it with enthusiasm and April holds onto his muscled forearms like it’s the only thing tethering her to sanity.
When he licks into her mouth, she gasps at the sensation. It’s warm and wet and soft. It’s only the second time she’s ever been kissed, and both times by Bryce. She thinks she’s the luckiest Omega in the world.
Bryce’s hands encircle her waist, engulfing her smaller frame, making her feel cherished. Moving her hands up and around his neck, she strains on her toes to reach. He tugs her close to brace her against his hard body. She shivers as she feels his warmth seep through her clothes.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Bryce whispers against her mouth. “Fuck, Omega. If you only knew how many times I jerked off thinking about you.”
“Probably the same amount as I made myself come thinking about you.”
He groans.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he says, pulling back and looking down at her face. He pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and shoots her his trademark smile. Cheeky, boyish, and wholly naughty.
“I’ll visit your grave every day, Alpha.”
He chuckles, and she feels it through her entire body as it vibrates deliciously.
He swiftly spins them, and backs her up against the closest wall, mercifully away from the soulless gaze of his family’s portrait.
He presses his forehead into hers and rocks his erection firmly against her stomach. April tries to press back but she can’t get the right friction and whines in frustration.
