Page 89 of Sugar Rush
“Ah,” I panted, my mouth dropping open as I struggled to keep from closing my eyes as the sensations overtook me. “I’m going to come so hard, Kieran.”
His tongue flitted out to wet his lower lip as he kept devouring me with his eyes. The sound of my moans filled up the quiet room, with only the slick squelching sound of his hand jerking my cock alongside them.
My abdominal muscles rippled, my balls pulsing and drawing up tight to my body as I shot out into his hand and all over his chest. As hard as I tried, my eyelids fluttered closed asthe pleasure swamped me, blanking out my brain function as he milked every drop out of me.
By the time I floated back into a state of awareness, he was kissing my cheeks, specifically the damp trails where my tears had streaked down.
“I’m sorry, angel,” he muttered, moving his sweet, warm kisses up to my temple. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“I didn’t mean to cry,” I admitted, squeezing him tightly, and nuzzling into his shoulder as soon as he’d lifted his lips off my face. “I’m okay now.”
“I guess I’m not very good at, uh… Whatever we just did,” he commented, looking vaguely embarrassed.
I felt a blush rise up to my cheeks as I cleared my throat a bit.
“Um, well, I thought it was good. Everything up to the crying part,” I tacked on, and his eyebrow perked up as he regarded my expression.
“I’ll, uh, keep that in mind,” he said, glancing up at the ceiling, like he needed to compose himself before returning his gaze to me.
When a small laugh bubbled out of me, the corner of his mouth perked up into a grin before he planted a hard kiss on my lips.
We both needed showers, and it only made sense to save time and water by taking one together, even though we didn’t really have time to keep messing around because we both had to go do our respective responsibilities.
I shot Dani a text, dropping my phone on the counter before pulling back the shower curtain and slipping in, where he was already waiting under the spray.
“So, um…” I started, popping open my shampoo and squeezing some into my palm. “Is this going to wash off all the… you know, pheromones or whatever you left on me?”
He gave me a slightly amused look as he spread body wash over his chest, the suds gliding over the big tattoos on his throat and pectoral.
“Why? You want it washed off?”
“No,” I answered. “I don’t.”
“Don’t worry,” he advised. “Take all the showers you want, you’re going to be smelling like my alpha hormones until tomorrow, at least.”
Lathering up the shampoo into my hair, I pursed my lips as I considered his answer, and remembered how he’d let slip in the hotel room that he liked my scent. I hadn’t called him out on that one yet, at first because I didn’t want to spook him, and then because I hadn’t found a good time.
But everyone knew if an alpha could smell an omega through their scent suppressants, 99% of the time it was an indicator of them being mates. Of course, that 1% was always what the ones in denial clung to, insisting that they were the rare exception. I was almost positive that’s what Kieran would have said if I’d brought it up to him.
“So, does having that on me make it hard for you to scent me?” I wondered casually, hoping the relaxed atmosphere and tone of my voice would let him answer without thinking.
“No,” he answered lightly, just as I’d hoped. “I can always smell you, no matter what.”
“Even through my suppressants?”
I watched him process my question, the gears of his brain snapping into function before he turned away from me, his cheeks darkening as he cleared his throat.
“I mean, I guess. Whatever.”
Okay, so he still wasn’t ready to tackle the implications of that particular fact. But I could let it slide, like usual. For now.
“What do I smell like?”
“You don’t know?” He asked, sounding a little incredulous.
“How would I?” I asked. An omega’s natural unique scent could only be detected by an alpha. And I was pretty sure no other alpha had ever scented me.
When that part occurred to him too, he looked a little proud, like he’d accomplished some incredible feat that deserved praise and recognition. It was disgustingly cute.
