Page 52 of Omega's Reluctant Mate
I leaned in again and brushed my lips over his. “Omega-mine. Mine. My fated mate. My love.”
He sighed softly, a sound so full of happiness and longing that anything louder would have diminished its impact.
I offered him an arm, and escorted him to the dining room, where the chef unveiled a stunning lemon-garlic chicken with steamed runner beans and new potatoes.
The food was delicious, but I could barely taste it. I was too focused on the glances that Corey and I kept exchanging.
How was I so lucky?
Neither of us uttered a word as the meal ended and I led him up to my suite, and nothing needed to be said. I realized how much of a relationship was built in the moments of silence. I could read his nervousness in the cast of his eyes, and the twitch of his fingers against mine. His steady steps proclaimed the certainty in his decision. The way he pressed against me as I opened the door spoke to the trust he’d granted me.
Words would have cheapened the message of his body language.
It was only as we stopped next to the bed and I turned to face him that he spoke.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked. “I can wait if…”
I kissed him, slow and steady, gently exploring his mouth with my tongue until he moaned in my arms and pressed his erection against me.
“I want this,” I murmured as we parted. “I want you.”
“Ok,” he replied, hands sliding down my shoulders to my chest.
I shivered as his fingers danced over fabric, wondering how they would feel against my skin. The whisper of silk as he removed my tie foretold endless ecstasy.
Corey’s fingers shook as he unbuttoned my shirt, and it brought everything back into focus. I covered his hands with mine, helping him as he went along.
“I want to make it good for you,” he finally said as I lifted his hands to my mouth and kissed his fingers.
“It already is, because it’s you.”
He smiled, then retrieved his hands and pushed my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. Once it had pooled around my feet he pulled my undershirt from my waistband, then up and off.
I moaned as he ran his hands down my chest, fingertips curling into my smattering of chest hair.
“You can undress me too,” he murmured, leaning in to breathe my scent.
My cock jumped, seeming to like that idea.
I slid my hands down his back, grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up.
I growled with desire as soon as I saw his body. While he wasn’t heavily muscled, the daily walking kept him fit.
I needed. I needed to feel his bare skin against my lips; feel him writhing under me.
Corey squeaked in surprise as I lifted him into my arms and carried him the few remaining feet to the bed.
I laid him on the mattress and covered his body with mine. I kissed his jaw, neck, collar, and chest. I licked and sucked his taut nipples, which earned me a moan in response. I dragged my lips down his stomach, until my chin found the waistband of his jeans.
“May I?” I asked, fingers tracing where the fabric ended.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Please.”
I fumbled with his fly, breathing a sigh of relief as I managed to get the button through the hole. I pulled down the zipper, moaning as his hard cock pushed his boxers through the opening.
I leaned in and rubbed my face against the bulge, loving the way he whimpered as the fabric dragged over his erection. I breathed deep, and moaned at the scent of his arousal. It was an intoxicating blend of the smell I loved so much, combined with that of his slick.
“Alpha,” Corey begged.
