Page 27 of Royal Omega

“I... uh...” Carissa moves against me, and I grit my teeth.

“Concentrate, gorgeous. What do you want with Conrad?”

“To talk to him. To find out... God, that feels good.” She rolls her hips, and I bite back a groan.

“To find out what?” I ask, flicking my tongue out to taste her collarbone.

“...To find out... why he left me.”

As if it’s a relief to get the words out, she relaxes with a sigh, resting against me, contouring her chest to mine. I purr in approval, moving my hands over her back in a soothing gesture. I can feel the line of her bra beneath the silky fabric of her dress. It would be so easy to slip the thin dress straps from her shoulders, unhook that bra, and make those tits spill out of their confinement. Then it would be a simple matter of unzipping this damn dress...

Or better yet, I could turn her over the back of the couch and lift that skirt, push her panties to the side and take her.

As if she can guess what I’m thinking, she moves against me again. “Is this uncomfortable for you?” she asks.

“Yes,” I chuckle. But I grip her more tightly as she tries to flee. “But don’t you dare move.”

“I don’t mean to tease you,” she says, straightening up so she’s looking me in the eye.

“This was my idea,” I remind her. “When did Conrad leave you?”

“When we were young,” she says. “We were eighteen and in love. We were going to bond, and then all of a sudden, he disappeared.” She shakes her head. “I’ve never understood it. I guess I just wanted answers...” She trails off, and I feel her body stiffen. “And instead, I’m sitting in his packmate’s lap, grinding against him... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be here. I don’t know what’s going on with me.”

She tries to get up, but I tighten my hold on her. “Wait,” I say, adding a little more alpha bark than I intended. She still instantly, her breath hitching, her eyes darkening. “Tell me something before you go. Are you close to the edge of your heat?”

She flushes as she moves against me. “Yes.”

I lean forward and lick her neck, reveling in her response to my touch. “I can make you feel good, princess. If that’s what you want. No strings attached.”

She bites her lip, watching me through her lashes. “We can’t have sex,” she says. “I can’t fuck Conrad’s packmate... especially not before I talk to him.”

Her honesty appeals to me. I like the way she responds to me; like it would never occur to her to hide her emotions, even if they might be embarrassing or make her seem vulnerable. She came here to talk to Conrad — she didn’t try to avoid him or slide a note under our door. She’s nervous, but she’s here.

Carissa would be a good fit for our pack, I realize. Lust aside, there’s something frank and open that could connect us as a group.

And that fucking scent doesn’t hurt either.

I slide a hand along her thigh, bunching up her dress in my fist. “You tell me to stop, I stop,” I tell her.

“Ok,” she breathes. “Ok... Wait.”

I stop immediately, and start to pull my hand away. “Too far?” I ask.

She chuckles lightly. “No, I just... what’s your name?”

“Ransom. And you’re Carissa. And now we’re acquainted.”

She looks at me through heavy eyebrows, and says breathlessly, “Ok. You can... you can keep going.”

Grinning at her, I move my hand under her dress, delighting in the little sounds she makes as my calloused hand touches her smooth flesh. “Good so far?” I ask.

She closes her eyes and nods. “Good.”

I inch my fingers higher, and touch the edge of her panties. Fucking soaked. I growl low in my throat, and she shifts her weight in my lap. I’m careful to angle my body so the camera can’t see much, though it must be obvious what we’re doing. A surge of satisfaction hits me as I imagine the world watching us together; knowing that I touched her, claimed her even a little bit.

I dip my fingers inside, running them along her wet seam. “Good, princess?” I ask thickly.

“Good,” she whispers.

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