Page 28 of Royal Omega

Honey and ginger rise from her skin as I touch her clit with my fingers. She mewls as I start to rub her, leaning close enough that I can bite down on her earlobe. I whisper about how incredible it feels to touch her, how much I want her, what I would do to her if we were properly alone and ready to commit to each other. I move my hand faster, and she responds, rocking in my lap until my cock throbs with delicious agony. Finally, her muscles stiffen and she shudders against me, releasing her silky slick into my lap.

She gasps in humiliated horror and starts to move back, but I tighten my hold on her. “Where are you going?” I ask gruffly.

“I made a mess... I’m so sorry...” Her cheeks pink with embarrassment, she starts to struggle again.

“I’m the one who touched you, remember?”

“Oh, and you’re still...” She presses her lips together, her eyes darting up to the camera. “Maybe I can...” She reaches for my shorts, but I catch her hand before she can slide her fingers inside.

“Not this time, princess.” God knows I want her to touch me, but “This was about you.”

“It doesn’t have to be just about me,” Carissa counters.

“It doesn’t, but it is. This time. Next time, I’m going to fuck that cunt so hard you won’t walk straight for days. Every time you move, you’ll remember what it felt like to have me inside you.”

She swallows, her throat pulling my attention. I lift a hand to her neck and touch her gently.

“And I’m going to put my claim mark right here. But for now, this is as far as we’re going to go.”

Carissa nods, and slowly gets off my lap. I miss her presence immediately, but I let her go, watching with interest as she tugs down her skirt.

“You’ll tell Conrad I came by?”

“I’m guessing he’ll know the moment he walks through that door,” I say.

“How...? Oh, right.” She blushes prettily, and I have to resist the urge to pull her back into my lap again. Instead I watch as she slips out the door.

Sighing, I get to my feet and head for the shower again. I’m going to be in there a while, trying to work off the throbbing agony she caused. I grin to myself as I pull off my soaked shorts, lifting them to my nose to breathe in her scent. Worth it.

Chapter Thirteen - Conrad

The second I walk intothe suite, I know she’s been here. Her scent blankets the fucking living room, and I stagger backwards against the surge of lust that threatens to knock me to my knees. There’s a note on the counter, and I pick it up, struggling to read it through the haze of desire that pulses in my bones.

Carissa was here. She wanted to talk to you. Go see her.—Ransom

I crumble the note into a ball and throw it in the trash. Go see her? Why the fuck would I want to do that? Talking to her will only confuse me, and I’m confused enough as it is. The scent of her slick is overwhelming, and the way it mixes with Ransom’s smell, I can tell they weren’t just talking.

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