Page 22 of Happy Valentine's Day, Omega
My pussy is wet and hot with slick, and following my instincts, I roll my hips.
I'm rewarded by a moan that rumbles through his chest.
His cock feels bigger now. Harder.
"Fuck," he gasps as I rub my clothed slit over the stiff length. "Such a good Omega."
My inner Omega preens at his praise, and my hands roam over his shoulders. His shirt is soft and well made. The fabric expensive.
I'm not sure who is winning, because we're both making filthy sounds. The hand on my ass grips me tightly as he grinds me down on his cock and kisses me like his life depends on it.
It's glorious.
He moves me just right and my clit catches against the thickened base of his cock. His knot, my distant mind provides, and I throw my head back on a high-pitched moan. I grind back down on that special spot, chasing the high with desperation.
"Omega," he warns against my lips, the arm around my back clenching into my muscles and pulling me tight against his firm, lean body. "We have to stop."
The bulge at the base of his cock grows larger, his knot inflating eagerly.
"Don't stop," I plead, rolling my hips desperately. "I need… Please, Alpha."
He makes a choking sound as his cock grows impossibly hard beneath his trousers, and pulls away.
I want to rip open his pants and let him bury himself inside me.
My inner Omega instincts are in full control. Rational thought left the building, and only the hormone driven breeding machine is left. She knows exactly what she wants.
"Please, Alpha," I hear myself whine between little hiccuping sounds of need interspersed with moans. "Fuck me. I need your knot."
The Alpha makes a wounded sound, like he's fighting the instinct to claim me right then and there.
He's still kissing me, and the hand on my ass digs into the soft flesh. He holds me in place, stilling my hips and denying me the friction I so desperately crave.
"We can't." His voice is rough, strained. "Not yet. We need to take this slow, baby girl. Your father made me promise I'd give you time."
My inner Omega howls with disappointment. She doesn't want to wait.
I want to be taken.
Claimed.
Possessed.
Mated.
I can't stop my hips from squirming in his tight grip.
"Baby girl," he growls, and the warning tone is enough to make me go limp in his arms.
He kisses my forehead softly and nuzzles the bridge of my nose through the blindfold.
"So good, my beautiful Omega. Thank you. You did so good for me."
My inner Omega preens under his praise.
"So good," he continues.
The praise does more than make me feel good, it soothes me. My body is buzzing, and I feel like I could float off into the heavens.
