Page 91 of Carmichael's Omega

"Dejame verte.I want to see you," he explains.

I nod and take my shirt off, then my shoes.

"No arguments,Nene?" he asks me as I unsnap my khaki's and let them fall. I shake my head, mute. I can't think of disobeying him.

I tug off my boxer briefs and stand there, in the desert, in just my socks.

Carmichael circles me, just looking, assessing. I wait, feeling my humiliation build. He doesn't touch me, and perversely, it feels like just another rejection. He doesn't want me. Maybe he's just examining me to make sure I didn't cheat on him.

Oh, goddess, does he think that I was cheating on him with Dylan? Maybe he's thought about everything and-

He stops in front of me and takes off his clothes. I swallow my tongue in shock, choking and almost missing all that gorgeous, tattooed skin. He's beautiful, sculpted to perfection. Even his ding-a-ling is beautiful andhard. Carmichael smirks at me knowingly, just before he shifts into his wolf.

My breath catches. Goddess, have mercy; he's even more beautiful on paws. Dark grey with a hint of brown, his fur looks so soft. My hand raises, ready to touch before I control the urge and bring it back to my side.

"Should I shift?" I ask him.

He nods, and I focus on shifting. It's not as smooth or as fast as Carmichael's shift. Teague made us all practice quick shifts, over and over, but it's hard to concentrate with my mate watching me.

Finally, it's over. I look up at my mate as he towers over me. I'm not that small on feet, but the difference between omega and alpha wolves is remarkable on paws.

His wolf nudges me, and I start to trot away from the bike. His wolf keeps pace, and for five minutes, all I think about is how much easier it would be for his wolf to kill mine. He wouldn't even have to hide the body. I'd just be another lone wolf death, thrown in a ditch.

A nip at my flank ends my internal drama. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. I need to get a grip.

Carmichael barks once, soft and low, and then takes off toward a scraggly bush of tumbleweed. Just as he gets there, a jackrabbit darts out.

I run as fast as I can to keep up as my mate chases his prey. He's an amazing hunter, sleek and powerful. When his jaws close over the neck of the rabbit, my wolf starts yipping in joy.

The alpha approaches, the dead rabbit in his jaws. My wolf wags my tail, happy and proud of his mate. The omega doesn't feel any shock at all when Carmichael lays the rabbit at my feet and looks at me expectantly.

I let my wolf dig in, all while pure pleasure explodes in tiny fragments all over my body and mind. My mate hunted for me. Fed me.Me.

I leave most of the jackrabbit for Carmichael to finish off. I can't eat much with my stomach twisting and turning. When we walk back to the bike, I feel dizzy from hope and nerves, and my adrenaline spiking over and over.

We both shift back to feet. I start to grab my pants from the desert floor, lamenting the dirt coating them when I stop, half-bent over. Carmichael is behind me, not moving. I can feel his eyes on me. Straightening, I freeze, feeling like the jackrabbit must have felt when those predatory eyes landed on him.

"Nene..." he breathes out, "you're shaking." He steps directly behind me. I can feel his warmth. "This is not easy for me,si?"

Fingers trail down my nape, to my shoulder, my waist, the curve of my butt. Just his hand, lightly brushing my skin, nothing else touches me until suddenly his body presses against mine. I can feel his bare skin against mine. A shiver wracks my body. I think I can feel him... his hard erection is digging into the small of my back, but I'm afraid to be too hopeful.

"I've never thought of other males. Of fucking them," he tells me.

Heat travels up to my face in an instant. He's so blunt!

"But,Chulo, I'm excited," he says softly in my ear. His hips roll into me. I barely stifle the moan. Definitely an erection.

It erupts when he reaches around and cups my penis in his hand. I look down, stunned at the difference between his dark skin and my never-touched-by-the-sun, too-white erection.

"You're very sexy, Mattie." Warm lips touch the back of my neck.

"Thanks," I whisper. I can't help but thrust my hips into his palm.

He chuckles, then starts to stroke. Gasping, I let my head loll on his shoulder. Eyes closed, I listen to his deep breathing, his gentle encouragement.

"Like this,Nene?" he murmurs.

I hum in pleasure.

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