Page 19 of Carmichael's Omega

Her nervousness breaks the haze of lust just a little bit. "I want to fuck you," I tell her bluntly. "But that's not what we'll be doing."

She nods. Accepting. Anger scorches me again. What game is this little omega playing with me? All those fantasies about her. I struck a packmate because of her and those fantasies.

And now she's right here.

"Take the fucking dress off. Walk over here, then kneel and suck my cock."

There's a beat. A pause where she looks at me, examines me. I nearly lose my mind when her fingers graze the bottom of her dress, then close on the fabric, and lift.

She's sucker-punched me in the gut from across the room. Saliva pools in my mouth. My wolf is scratching, flashing his intent to mate with this little bunny, this sexyconejita.

She's wearing a tiny, white bra trimmed with lace and a pair of barely-there white panties. Her skin glows, pale and silky. Every part of her is beautiful.

"Come here, Cassidy."

She obeys, clumsily lurching across the room. It's not graceful at all, but I can't wrench my eyes from her. When she's in front of me, she shocks me again by sinking to her knees and raising her fingers to my fly.

"Fuck, Cassidy," I grind out as she takes me out. I'm straining, hard as steel, too big for a tiny thing like this. My stomach muscles clench tight with the effort of holding myself back.

"I've never done this before," she confesses in a whisper, staring up at me with caramel eyes.

"I know," I snarl. "Get that pretty mouth on my dick."

My eyes roll back in my head with the first tentative touch. She reaches out, wraps one of those tiny hands around the base, and licks the tip with one small flick of her tongue.

Fuck me, don't lose it early, Carmichael. Don't be aputo, now.

I wind my fingers through her hair and pull her deeper, forcing her to open her lips and take me in. I don't gag her. It's not right, this time, her first time giving head.

Her other hand rests on my thigh. An image of Cassidy, her hands tied behind her back, wearing nothing but a pair of heels, and her sweet scent, sucking my cock for the rest of our lives, makes my knees shake.

She's not ready for me, I chant silently to myself. Not prepared for the nasty things I'll do to her. Her cheeks hollow a little as she sucks harder.¡Chale!I'm close to nutting. I can't stop it.

This is a mistake, I tell my wolf. He whines, not giving a fuck. All we're doing is becoming addicted to this mouth.

"A little deeper,Conejita." I hit the back of her throat. She hums around me, the vibration going straight to my balls."I'm going to cum down your throat,Buenota. You're going to swallow it all." Another hum, and I explode. Growling, my hips flexing, I pump it all into my omega. "Take it. Swallow.Sí, good girl," I gasp at the sensation of Cassidy taking me all in.Mierda.

She goes to pull back. "Not yet," I say sharply. I caress the side of her face. "Wait until I'm softer, then lick me clean and zip me back up."

She waits, obedient, her honey-eyes holding mine until I nod. Her tongue darts out, licking off the last of my orgasm. I'm semi-hard still as I help her tuck my dick back in my pants, making a soft, encouraging sound when she hesitates at the zipper.

"That's it, Cassidy." I stare down at her. I want to toss her on my bed and feast on her pussy. My hands are shaking with the force of desire racing just under my skin. My wolf salivates, snaps his jaws, and postures to the pretty, little bunny. He would eat her in the best fucking way.

I can't control myself. Even now, after I just came down her pretty throat. I'll fuck her if I get her on that bed. Maybe I can pleasure her against the wall...

Lust has faded just enough for my common sense to settle back in. I just came down her throat. She scents of me.

"I can't, Cassidy!" the words explode from my throat.

She jumps a little, still kneeling at my feet like a good little omega slut. Reaching down, I help her stand up. Desperately, I look at the clock. "Get your dress on." It's only been fifteen-twenty minutes since I brought her up here. Maybe I can salvage this for her a little.

She pulls on her dress, tears shimmering in her eyes. Fuck, I'm hurting her again, and I don't know how to explain myself. I make sure I look presentable, then wrap my hand around her arm and bring her to the door.

It opens to the sounds of the party. "We'll walk back down together, understand?" I order her firmly.

Eyes wide and extremely confused, she nods. "I thought you would toss me out," she whispers.

"This isn't some dumb cliche, Cassidy," I spit out. "You're noputato be used and tossed." Not to mention that she wasn't lying. She's clumsy as fuck, and I won't let her tumble down the stairs like an overly emotional mess.

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