Page 49 of Omega's Dream (The Hartwell Sisters Saga 4)

“Puck.” My heart picked up at the thought of my cock against his. Then movement caught my attention. A beta had his hand on his groin as if we were some spectacle. “I—”

Puck turned to see what I was looking at.

“Out!” he barked. The betas who’d been watching us fled the room. Puck jumped up and effortlessly moved a heavy chest in front of the door. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never done this before.” Heat flooded my cheeks as I rolled into a seated position. His eyes were clear, desire fled and a deep concentration pinching his face into a frown. When he didn’t speak, I feared I’d insulted him and I reached out, desperate to explain my uncertainty. “I don’t—”

Puck stepped out of reach. “Do you truly want this? If you only like women, I won’t judge you. It doesn’t make you less.”

“What! No. Not that. I just… I’ve never had the opportunity with a man let alone another alpha.”

“Ah, now that I can work with.” Puck dropped to his knees, his fingers caught my chin and tilted my flushed face this way and that. “Then let’s start this slow.”

I reached for his cock but he batted my hand away. “Kiss me, pretty boy. Kiss me like you kissed Polly for the first time.”

Thinking back to that day, I realised he thought me shy and untutored. Perhaps I had been five years ago. Little did he know that my first kiss with Polly had been brief. Fiery but brief for I’d had my cock inside of her before I’d had a real understand of what it meant to kiss her.

“Like this.” I grabbed him and kissed with that newly discovered fire. Men were firmer, stronger. I had no fear that I might hurt Puck, the way I worried with Pol, not when he had his hand around my neck to hold me in place.

“You know how to kiss, pretty boy.”Puck pulled away. Eyes roaming across my face. I realised he was one of the old gods. So powerful and confident that he had me in his thrall. Oberon commanded with orders soft or barked that tested my will. Polly was all instinct. Puck, though, I wanted to worship.

I flexed my hands around his arms. The thick corded muscle bunching under my grip.

“Take your time.” His mocking tone was gentled by the soft way he drew my hand over his chest until it rested over his heart. It was as natural as when I was with Polly. The fleeting fear of being with another alpha disappeared like mist on a hot morning. “Just explore.”

“You could seduce a statue.”

“Are you saying I haven’t?”

I gasped a laugh. His smile was wide and bright and flirtatious. And the impetuousness that had me kissing Polly that first time urged me to the same with Puck. I swooped in and pressed our mouths together, drawing his plump bottom lip between mine so that I could suck on it. He groaned and arched into me.

“That’s it,” he growled. This time his was the tongue that first reached out and played with mine.I opened for him, teasing him to deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangled, and he kissed like he fought, skilfully and with a relentless determination which would wear me down. Tasting him, having his scent fill my lungs, and the way he rocked his hips against my thigh would become an addiction.

“I need to touch you,” I gasped on the next breath. Had he pushed me before, I might have backed down. But allowed to take my time, need overwhelmed my uncertainty. I rolled us so that I was on top and with more fumbling than finesse tugged his breeches open. His cock was thick, veined, and hot in my hand. Precum leaked from the tip, I caught it on my thumb and tasted him.

“You like that?” Puck asked, his scent thick and drugging.

“Yeah.” I couldn’t wait longer and gripped him, pumping up his length. “How’s that?”

“You certainly aren’t afraid to strangle my cock,” he grunted. “You like rough, is that it? On your back.” He pushed me off and pulled the breeches he’d given me down, freeing my cock which slapped against my stomach, leaving a patch of precum. “Pretty boy has a monster with a piercing.”

He didn’t touch me though, just lowered his hips until our cocks touched. I grunted at the sensation or maybe more the sight of them together. “Dammit.”

“Go on.” He wrapped my hand around us, and even though my hands were big, my fingers didn’t touch. It was heaven. “Hold them. Fuck into your fist.”

Thoughts fled when I looked into his eyes and saw mirrored gold. More than anything that had me fucking our cocks together. He pushed my fist down until his knot bumped against my hand. “Harder.”

I pressed my forehead to his. “This feels incredible.”

“How ‘bout this?” He wrapped his hand around us, twisting, rocking against mine, as he squeezed our cock heads together.

“Yes.”

“And this?” He hooked his thumb through the ring in my cock and tugged.

“Too good.” I sounded desperate. “Do that again.”

Puck became my world then. More giving than Polly, more attentive to the subtle shifts in my moans. And I wanted to be as good a lover for him. “That’s it, pretty boy.”

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