Page 23 of Omega's Runaway Love
“Apparently so.”
I pulled him in for another kiss. “What do you want, omega mine?”
“Everything,” he whispered. “Your knot, your mark, your babies.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, my cock straining against my pants at the thought of seeing this gorgeous man round with my child.
“I want to look down at my rounded belly in a few months, and know that we made that beautiful life on the night fate destined us to meet.”
“How am I this lucky?” I asked, dragging my lips across his.
“I think that’s my question.”
He kissed me and ground his cock against mine, then the horn blared again.
“I think…” I said betweenpecksto his sweet lips, “that we should relocate to someplace without a car horn.”
“I like that plan.”
I maneuvered to open the door, and it swung open from Zaya’s leg being pressed against it.
He kissed me again, then slid off my lap.
I followed him out of the car, then, before he had a chance to try to drag me into the house, I picked him up and draped him over one shoulder.
This omega was mine, and I wasn’t going to let go until I’d claimed him in every possible way.
Zaya laughed. “The next stop had better be the bedroom.”
“Unless there’s someplace else you want me to claim you.”
“Joining the Mile-High club for it sounds fun, but will also take too long. So the bedroom it is.”
Well now I had something else to look forward to. We’d definitely be having sex on a plane at some point in our future. My family’s jet did have a bedroom in it after all.
I carried Zaya through the house and into the bedroom, dropped him onto the bed, then crawled onto it and over him.
He pulled me down so that I was pressing him into the mattress, kissing while we ground our clothed cocks together.
I could spend the rest of my life enjoying the headiness of his kisses. But right then I needed so much more.
I dragged my lips down his jaw and to his neck, sucking marks into his smooth skin as I slid one hand down to appreciate the bulge in his pants.
Zaya moaned as I ran the heel of my hand up and down his erection. “Alpha, please.”
I kissed back up to his ear while continuing to rub his bulge. “Give me a show.”
I backed off the bed and to my feet.
Zaya blinked, dazed, then he understood. He gave me a sly grin, then ran his own hand over his erection, hips lifting from the mattress to meet the motion.
“Fuck,” I growled, my own cock demanding to be freed from my pants.
His eyes fluttered shut. “Alpha…” he moaned, fingers spreading to either side of the bulge and outlining the shape of his cock. He thrust up against his hand several times before popping the button on his trousers.
He opened the fly of his pants, revealing a splash of bright orange boxers taut over his cock. He moaned as he continued to tease himself, eyes closing as his head dropped back onto a pillow.
I ran my hand over my own bulge, needing something to balance the stimulation from what I was seeing to what my body demanded.
