Page 7 of Happy Birthday, Omega
She clears her throat, breaks the intense eye contact, and strides towards their rock-climbing guides with purpose. Bryce has given her the chance to try something new and exciting, and she’s already feeling the adrenaline spilling into her bloodstream.
The Beta guides are competent and precise in their lesson, going over safety protocols twice for good measure. They both focus their attention on April, clearly uncomfortable being around an Alpha with a strong dominant aura. They become especially nervous when Bryce growls quietly as they fit April with her harness. It cups her pussy, applying a delicious pressure, and she tries her best to think unsexy thoughts. She nearly chokes on her spit when Bryce tugs his harness on and it frames his cock. It’s like a spotlight has been cast onto his crotch, highlighting just how big it is down there.
April flushes as she releases a small gush of slick, averting her eyes and squirming against the rub of the harness.
“You okay?” Bryce asks, a slight cheeky smirk inching across his cheeks, the left one dimpling endearingly.
She realizes too late that he can probably smell her arousal and feels another rush of heat creep up her face. Damn Omega hormones.
They start their climb and it becomes apparent that Bryce is an experienced climber. He tells her that he took up the hobby after he presented to work off his excess Alpha testosterone. She silently gives thanks to the rock climbing gods for sculpting his toned body.
She almost loses her footing when he dips his hand into a small pouch at his hip and claps his hands together noisily. A plume of white chalk bursts into the air and she sneezes rapidly. The scent is instantly familiar, and the answer to the puzzle of his mysterious chalky scent clicks into place. Bryce smells like pine trees and the chalk he uses to help his grip while rock climbing. She hums in satisfaction, pleased to have solved the mystery.
Despite effortlessly flowing up the cliff face, Bryce stays with April as she pants and shakes with each push of her legs and pull of her arms. They feel like noodles, feeble and ineffectual, but Bryce encourages her to keep going.
“That’s it, April. Now push up with this leg,” he says, and gives her a little touch on her left leg, suggesting that she move it next. His hand trails up her leg and lingers on the back of her thigh, and she almost loses her grip at the sensation.
He rests with her while she catches her breath.
“You’re so strong, little Omega. I’m so proud of you,” he tells her and his praise is like little shots of endorphins straight to her brain, and she feels good.Really good.
She’s sweating heavily and terrified to look down, but he never makes her feel like she needs to move faster. Finally, they reach the top. Bryce helps her over the final edge, scooping his hands under her forearms and pulling. She stumbles, her foot catching on the ledge of the cliff, and can’t stop her forward momentum. April slams into Bryce’s hard chest and they’re falling backwards together. He wraps his arms around her protectively before his back lands in a patch of overgrown grass. It cushions his landing, but he still grunts on impact.
April presses her face into his solid chest, unable to move her exhausted body. She can’t suck in enough air and her muscles are screaming. She feels protected with the quick thumping of his heartbeat under her cheek and his broad arms wrapped securely around her.
Bryce’s chest rumbles as he speaks. “I’m so proud of you for making it to the top, Omega. You’re my little warrior, aren’t you?”
Her whole body shudders at the praise and she belatedly realizes how inappropriate it is to be laying on top of a sweaty, full-blooded Alpha. April slowly peels her face off the warm expanse of his chest.
She smiles shyly up at him.
Her insides are fluttering because he called herhisOmega. Like it’s a done deal, and she’s already his mate. An intense desire for it to be true clutches at her.
Bryce pushes a lock of sweaty hair off her forehead, looking at her like she hung the moon and the stars. It’s intense, and she revels in the genuine affection he gives freely. She’s been so lonely. No family, no friends. Her other suitors watch her with a clawing desire to possess, their interest tangled up with their own ego.
“I’m going to kiss you now, is that okay?” He asks softly, eyes darting down to her parted, wet lips.
April’s heart rate had begun to slow as she rested, but it leaps into a gallop. Her lower lip quivers as she swallows thickly. She nods.
Quick as lightning, he flips her onto her back, carefully laying her in the soft grass before lowering himself to hover above her. Her inner Omega trembles with anticipation, imagining what else he could do with such strength. She is much smaller than him, and his body completely covers her. His thick thigh slots between her legs, avoiding touching her but close enough that she can feel his radiating warmth on her throbbing center. Broad forearms bracket either side of her head, shielding her from the outside world. The sounds of the crickets in the long grass and the trees swaying in the breeze fade away until she’s consumed by only him. His scent, his warmth, hisintensity.
She feels a gush of wetness soak her underwear, and the scent of her arousal blooms around them. Bryce’s grin kicks up even higher, and the small dimple on his left cheek is so close she could lick it. She yearns for his touch, to feel his firm body pressed against hers, but he maintains a respectful distance.
Slowly, Bryce presses his lips to hers. It’s delicate, barely a brush, but a moan springs from her loudly.
As if striking a match, it triggers something within the composed Alpha, causing him to growl fiercely and intensify his restrained passion.
He presses firmly at her lips, moving them in a fluid stroking motion, and her mouth falls open on another moan. He slips his tongue through her parted lips and strokes inside her. It’s an intimate act, touching another’s tongue, and it sends her mind into a blissed out spin. All she can think about is how wet and hot he feels. She doesn’t know what to do with her tongue, paralyzed by her inexperience.
Bryce pulls back to study her face, searching for reassurance.
“It’s okay, I don’t know what I’m doing either. Just feel,” he says, his breath fanning across her slicked lips.
She nods, trusting him to let her explore and learn what feels good. Leaning up, she presses her lips onto his. Tilting her head to the side, she shyly flicks her tongue. She’s met with an enthusiastic groan, and he deepens their questing kiss. April’s eyelashes flutter as an explosion of pleasant tingles flow over her body. She lets it wash over her, leaning into the feeling and allowing it to guide her.
Bryce’s hand gently threads through her hair, cradling her head to move her with the push and pull of their lips. She loves that he’s taking control, leading her through this despite his own inexperience. In the back of her mind, there was a niggling doubt that he could never be more than the goofy boy she once knew. Bryce has thoroughly eviscerated that concern with this kiss. In fact, he’s burned it at the stake like he is making her burn from the inside out.
Bryce’s restraint snaps, and his hard body presses into hers. He breaks their kiss to groan, and she feels it vibrate through her whole body. He finally places the thigh that has been playfully lingering between her thighs against her throbbing pussy.
