Page 20 of Outback Mate
As if he’s hypnotised, his mouth trails up the column of my neck as his lips trail to the underside of my jaw. The sensation is amazing, and my Omega preens.
The weak connection between us hums to life, and I can feel his need to protect me throbbing through it like a enraged snake.
Thisis my Alpha.
His mouth reaches my earlobe, and he pulls it between his lips, nipping the lobe with a soft bite of teeth. My core throbs in need.I’ve never felt like this before. Like if he doesn’t fuck me right now, I might die.
“Alpha,” I whimper in a needy tone, unable to form the words I so desperately need to say.
I need you. Why did you make me wait? Please touch me. Fuck me. Make me whole.
I don’t want him to stop touching me. I never want to be away from him again.
My heart aches with relief as he climbs onto the table and lowers his chest over me, blanketing me with his delicious scent.
He’s so warm and large, and the heat radiating from him is comforting and safe. It feels so right being held like this, caged under the weight of his muscular body as I’m wrapped up in his powerful embrace.
His mouth presses against the soft skin behind my ear, nipping and lapping at my sensitive flesh like he can’t get enough. He slides his knee up until it’s nestled between my thighs. Just a little further and he’ll be touching my aching pussy.
“Omega,” he groans, his voice thick with desire and barely restrained control. I want to hear him say my name.
“Poppy,” I gasp, nuzzling at his cheek and relishing in the rasp of his beard. “Call me Poppy.”
“Poppy,” he whispers into my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver of desire through me. “Fuck, you smell so good. Like everything I’ve been waiting for. You’re mine. My sweet, perfect Omega.”
He admits it!
His hands cradle my head, fingers threading through my hair.
And I yelp at a shock of pain.
His eyes fly open. His hands and the incredible thing he’s doing with his lips stop.
“Oh no.” He pulls back slightly. “No, no, no.”
I’m feeling dazed with arousal, and I blink up at him in confusion. I’m not sure what happened. Did I do something wrong?
He looks stricken. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look so horrified.
“Shit!” he mutters as he gently pats down his tousled hair like he’s trying to put himself back together.
The bed creaks as he stands, and I follow him, sitting up. The thin paper sheet rustles with our movement.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, his eyes skimming over my face, assessing for damage. His hands hover, unwilling to touch my skin.
My Omega whines at the loss of his attention, and I reach for him, desperate to reignite the burning heat between us.
“I’m so sorry, Poppy,” he whispers, his voice thick with guilt as he scrubs a hand through his hair. “I forgot myself.”
He’s apologising? He did nothing wrong! If anything, I did. I’m the one that climbed onto a chair with a concussion like an idiot.
“I’m fine, Alpha,” I reassure him.
I try to pull him closer, but he resists, leaning away from me.
“No, you’re not, Poppy,” he chides. “I can’t do this.”
“Can’t do what?” I ask, confused.
