Page 47 of Their Perfect Omega

He pulled his finger away and barely touched my slit as he ran it back down to just below my entrance. It was both maddening and felt so good at the same time.

“Feels good,” I breathed as he sucked my neck again and stroked two fingers up to my clit. “Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He gently circled his two fingers with my clit between them, and heat and wetness flooded my core. “That’s a good girl. Get nice and wet for me.”

He repeated the same thing with his fingers and used my braids to move my head so he could kiss me. Only, he didn’t kiss me. He ran his tongue over the seam of my lips just like he was doing to my pussy.

I whimpered, rolling my hips to urge him to stop teasing me. I could hear how wet I was, but he continued taunting me and making my poor omega body suffer through his ministrations.

After what felt like decades, he plunged two fingers into me, taking my lips in a full kiss to capture my cry of pleasure. He was way too skilled at driving me crazy.

He hooked his fingers and hit the sensitive spot inside me that had my orgasm crashing into me so quickly and suddenly that I didn’t know what was happening. One second the sweet pinch of need was overtaking my every thought, the next I was coming like I never had before, the pressure of it making me feel like I was peeing.

Only I wasn’t.

My scent filled the space around us, and my legs and stomach trembled as the wetness just kept coming. I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or turned on even more that he’d made me squirt.

He broke our kiss, his fingers leaving me empty and wanting something else to fill me. “You’re drenched.” He cupped my sex, rubbing his palm right over my clit and sending lightning bolts of pleasure through me. “This is all mine. Every last drop is going to be on my tongue or my cock.”

I nodded because I’d forgotten how to speak.

He lifted me out of his lap and then set me on the couch. Kneeling between my legs, he started at my knee and licked a line up to my thighs.

“Tate...”

I was surprised no one had interrupted us yet, but when I looked, the door had been closed at some point between dragging Cal out and now. I should check on him...

“Eyes on me,”he barked. “When we’re together, I don’t want you thinking of them.”

My mouth opened, but once again, he left me speechless. His lips turned up into the cockiest grin I’d ever seen.

He lowered his face to my cunt, running his tongue from my entrance to my clit. He groaned as he licked and sucked.

“I’m going to come.” I arched my back and tried to find something to grab onto on the leather cushions. “Tate! Oh, yes. Right there.” I was sure if there was a pussy fingering and eating contest, he would win first place.

But I needed him inside me. I wanted his cock filling me and his knot locking us together.

He lifted his head, his face covered in my juices. Fuck, that was hot. “Do you think you’re ready for my cock?”

“Yes.” I cupped my breasts, running my thumbs over my nipples. “Please, Alpha. Give me your knot.”

He stood and began undressing. I wanted him so bad I was starting to hurt for him. I moved one of my hands down and he paused undoing his pants.

I barely had my hand between my legs when he grabbed me, flipped me, pushed my chest onto the couch, and positioned himself behind me.

“I didn’t say you could touch what was mine.” He unzipped his pants. “Don’t move.”

“Okay.” I was shaking from anticipation, and I spread my knees wider and wiggled my butt to tease him.

“Fuck me,” he muttered, the sound of his clothes falling to the floor building my anticipation even more.

I’d never imagined it would be like this. Yes, I knew there would be lots and lots of sex during my heat, but the foreplay was unexpected. His restraint not to take me as soon as the others left the room was impressive.

But everyone had their limits, and Tate’s was me reaching between my legs again.

I’d made a few circles around my clit when the head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and when I pushed back, he sheathed himself in one powerful thrust.

We both made strangled noises. I didn’t know what his was for, but mine was to stop myself from screaming.

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