Page 52 of Choosing Their Omega

He unwraps his hand from around mine, resting it on the top of my head instead. He’s not grabbing my hair or anything, just sinking his fingers into the strands, but I like the feel of it. I like how it grounds me, and I like the way he’s probably messing up the perfect waves that the stylists teased it into earlier this evening.

Using my hand and my mouth in tandem, I start to stroke him, sliding my tongue up the smooth under side of his shaft every time I draw back. His scent surrounds me, and I feel like I could drown in it. I’m hungry, insatiable, and that feeling of hunger urges me to bring him deeper into my mouth every time.

He hits the back of my throat, and I gag a little.

“Can you take me?” he murmurs. “Can that beautiful mouth take all of me?”

I nod, backing off for a second to drag in a breath of air before sliding my lips down his length again. He’s so big that I don’t know how I can actually fit him all the way inside this way, but I make a valiant effort anyway, relaxing the back of my throat and squeezing the base of his cock with my hand.

Even though I pulled him into my room because I wanted to return the favor after he made me come so hard, I’m getting turned on all over again just from having him in my mouth. I don’t know if it’s because of my Omega side or just the fact that I’m finally able to do this after trying to ignore my attraction to these Alphas for so long, but heat curls through my veins as I hum around him.

“Oh fuck, just like that.” His fingers clench spasmodically in my hair. “Fuck. Fuck.”

The base of his shaft starts to swell, and even though I was expecting it and know that it’s his knot, it still takes me by surprise. A startled noise gets trapped in my throat, and I pull back to look at it, my heart racing as I watch the knot swell beneath my fingers.

I give it a tentative squeeze, and Lawson grunts.

“I’m close, beautiful. God, I have to feel you.”

Before I can even register what he’s doing, he reaches down and hauls me to my feet. His lips take mine in a searing kiss, then he’s backing me toward the bed. He lays me out on it, shoving my dress up around my waist again. My panties are gone a split second later, tossed aside as Lawson settles between my legs.

I expect him to thrust into me, but instead, he slides his cock between my wet folds, letting the knot at the base press against my clit. It feels so good, the pressure different than anything I’ve ever felt, and knowing that it’s his knot giving me pleasure ignites some wild part of me. I spread my thighs wider, bracing my feet on the bed and gripping his biceps as he ruts against me, his pants hanging low on his hips.

“Lawson,” I pant. “Please…”

“Come with me,” he groans, his hair falling over his forehead as he stares down at me. “Come on my knot, just like this. I’m… oh fuck.”

The last word is barely intelligible as his hips jerk forward. He swivels his hips, grinding his knot against my clit as ropes of cum spatter over my stomach, and the feel of it sends me flying into another powerful climax. My head falls back on a quiet, breathy cry, the rest of my sounds muffled by Lawson’s lips as he drops his head to kiss me again. I can feel his cock twitching against me, his knot hard and thick against my clit, and when we finally break our kiss, we both look down between our bodies.

My dress is bunched up around my waist, so the sticky white splatters of Lawson’s release have painted the lower half of my stomach and the soft, expensive fabric of my gown. They stand out in sharp contrast against the dark color.

“Shit.” Lawson looks back up to meet my gaze, making a face. “I didn’t mean to wreck your dress, I’m sorry. I should’ve thought more clearly and taken it all the way off you, but… well, to be honest, all I could think about was making you come again with my cock. I wanted to feel you fall apart so badly.”

He looks so contrite that I have to laugh.

Then, so that he won’t think I’m laughing at him or that I regret anything we just did, I say, “It’s okay. I have old t-shirts that I’m more attached to than this dress. It was fun to get all decked out for an evening, but it’s not like I had big plans to wear this again.”

“Are you sure?”

A little zap of pleasure shoots through me, and I squirm beneath him. “Definitely. If this is the fate of every dress worn to an Omega’s presentation ceremony, all I can say is, those are some lucky Omegas. That was… it was amazing.”

The crease between his eyebrows smooths out, and he grins. “I’m glad you think so, because I happen to agree.”

For a second, we just stare at each other, smiling like a pair of idiots. Then a thought pops into my mind, bursting the bubble of post-orgasmic bliss.

“Um…” I bite my lip, suddenly feeling a little shy as I try to figure out how to pose my question. “It really was amazing, but why didn’t you… fuck me?”

Warmth and understanding pass across Lawson’s face. “Don’t think I didn’t want to, beautiful. You smell so fucking good, and you feel even better. Resisting the urge to bury myself inside you is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But we don’t want to rush this—not me, and not any of my pack mates. You’re special, Lily, and we’ve never courted an Omega before. We all want to make sure we do this right.”

His words send my already high emotions spiraling into orbit, and I have to take a second before I can draw in a breath. Then I nod, gazing up at him. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he murmurs, his voice softer and more gentle than I’ve ever heard it before. Then he presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. “You should get some rest. You had a very long day.”

“Will you stay with me?”

The words burst out of me so quickly that I’d worry about sounding needy or desperate if I were with anyone else. But Lawson’s grin only grows.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, “you don’t even need to ask.”

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