Page 67 of Claimed Omega

He lay there, dressed in a crisp white shirt, the top two buttons undone, teasing me with a glimpse of his sun-kissed chest. Fitted-to-perfection jeans hugged his powerful legs and a package that was nothing short of sinful.

My heart raced just staring at him, yet my eyes narrowed on him, still not sparing me a glance. What was he playing at?

Sauntering toward him, I pretended to notice something on the other side of the couch. With a mischievous grin, I leaned over him, allowing my arm to stretch across the back of the couch, as if reaching for an imaginary item. At the same time, I purposefully pressed my chest into the back of his book, effectively shoving it into his face.

He pushed the book down, his eyes widening with surprise, his mouth curling up with amusement just as he let the book slip from his grasp, tumbling to the floor with a thump. Those perfect green eyes were on me with an expression of mischief.

“You know, there are easier ways to get my attention.” He chuckled, his eyes twinkling.

I lost myself in the way he sounded and how his gaze lingered down my body as his hand curled around mine.

“Well, you were engrossed in your book,”—I shrugged, acting all nonchalant—“and I was bored.”

His sexy-as-sin laughter filled the air like a melody, engulfing me in fire, while his gaze darkened and the space between us charged with energy.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you the moment you entered the room and that you’re wearing my hoodie and no pants.”

“This old thing?” Pursing my lips, I tried to suppress a smile as I plucked at the fabric of the hoodie that draped across my chest. “Just found it in a neglected corner in the closet.” I held his gaze, my heart drumming at the flirtatious glint in his eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was going to leap up and chase me or let the moment slide. A part of me desperately wanted him to play along, to give chase...

“You really think you’re going to get away with what you just did?” he purred.

An inferno burned between my thighs and clenching them together wasn’t offering me the relief I sought. I bit my lips, acting as though I was considering his question. His gaze narrowed playfully, a wicked smile dancing on his lips. I couldn’t forget the way his mouth felt against me, especially between my legs. It was in those moments of flirting I felt the most alive, the fiery connection between us reminding me of the rollercoaster ride that had become our love story.

With a cheeky grin of my own, I swung away from him, my skin covered in excited goosebumps as I pretended to lose interest in his response. I’d barely taken a step when his strong arms snaked around my waist, and in one swift motion, he pulled me backward. I yelped out in surprise as he dragged me onto the couch with him, my body landing on top of his.

Giggles erupted from me, and Viper’s laughter joined mine. His breath on my ear tickled my skin and sent delicious shivers down my spine.

“Now that I have you, be a good girl and sit on my face. Let me find out if you’re wearing anything under my hoodie.”

I playfully nudged him as I attempted to wriggle free from his grasp, but his arms held me securely, like a tightly fastened seatbelt. There was no escaping his loving embrace, and truth be told, I didn’t want to.

“Really? Is that how we’re playing?” I asked, rolling around to come face to face with him, my legs straddling his middle. “Straight to the sexy stuff.”

“Well, you can’t saunter in here practically naked and perfuming the room with your scent, then push your breasts at my face and expect me to ignore it.”

I regarded him with a teasing gaze. “For your information, I’m wearing clothes under the hoodie.”

“Then why is your sweet little pussy like a furnace against my stomach? I can feel it drenching through my shirt. I’m so fucking hard right now, I’m going to explode if you don’t smother my face with your cum.”

Heat crept up my cheeks as I tried to mask my surprise at his words, but I was secretly thrilled at his audacity.

“You are so beautiful when you blush, sweetheart. Now come to me.” His hand curled up my arm, his touch tender.

Staring down at the god-like man sent another spark of excitement through me.

His hands skated up to my thighs, then, in a sneaky move, he shuffled himself at lightning speed down the couch on his back through my legs. Before I knew it, he had his face between my thighs, one hand pushing up the fabric of my hoodie to my stomach, revealing that I was completely naked underneath.

“Knew it,” he purred, his tongue sliding out of his mouth, dragging across his lower lip as he eye-fucked my pussy. “I can never get enough of tasting you, smelling you, fucking you.”

The right decision should have been to jump off him and make him suffer a bit longer. That was how the game was played, right? Except with his breath across the tenderest of places between my legs, his fingers spreading open my lower lips as if he was unraveling a Christmas present, I wanted to be nowhere else but sitting on my boyfriend’s face.

My life had gone from being a complete clusterfuck to having sex on a daily basis, and I couldn’t get enough.

His nose and mouth up against my pussy, he inhaled my scent, then growled like a possessive wolf. “So fucking perfect.”

Before I could respond, his tongue slid along my slick folds, tasting me. The silky sensation of his tongue sent me right to heaven. My body was on fire, spiraling out of control as I cried out for more, my hands on my breasts, kneading them.

“Off,” he snarled. His command was a muffled command since his mouth was full of pussy. “I want you naked.” His eyes scanned up my body, smirking, his shimmering lips delicious.

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