Page 53 of Choosing Their Omega

Chapter 17

Lawson

I open my eyes slowly the next morning, feeling a contentment that goes through my very bones. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this before.

Then I blink, the rest of me coming online, and I realize there’s something, no, someone, in my arms.

I look down and see Lily curled up against me, her head resting on my chest, and my heart feels like it’s swelling bigger than my whole chest, like I can’t possibly hold all the emotions I’m feeling inside of me.

She really is so very beautiful. I watch her chest rise and fall with her steady, even breaths, and feel her slow, patient heartbeat. She’s asleep, safe and content. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

I tuck my nose into her red hair and inhale deeply. Fuck, she smells amazing. I’ve wanted her from the second she walked into the door of this house for the first time. I wasn’t exaggerating. But more than just arousal, inhaling her scent and letting it surround me makes me feel like I’m truly home.

Lily stirs, and I pull back to look down at her face. She blinks awake slowly, lashes fluttering. She catches me watching her and gives a shy smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” I smile back at her. “How’d you sleep?”

“Amazing,” she admits. “Best sleep I’ve had… maybe ever.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Me too, honestly.

Lily’s gaze darts down, and not in a coy way or like she’s checking me out. More like she’s unsure about something. “What is it?”

Lily looks back up at me. “It’s nothing, I’m just… I’m nervous. I know how I feel about you, and how you make me feel, it’s nothing any of you have done. I’m just… I’ve been a Beta all my life, or that’s what I thought I was so that was how I acted. I don’t know anything about being an Omega. It’s still all so new to me. What if I do something wrong?”

“You can’t possibly do anything wrong,” I promise her. “You just keep being yourself. I wanted you before I knew you were an Omega. I’m not courting you, none of us are, because you happen to be an Omega. It’s just that being an Omega means that now we can let ourselves do what we wanted to, anyway. And as far as not knowing how to be an Omega goes, you don’t have to worry. We’ll take care of you, no matter what.”

The smile she gives me lights me up from the inside out.

She’s naked under the sheets, the same way I am. When I finally managed to pull myself away from her last night, I helped her clean up and get out of the dress, then we both crawled into bed together. Moving a little closer to her, I skate my hand down her side and over her hip. Her ample, perfect curves are like a drug, and I’m already craving another fix.

My gaze stays locked on her face, studying the way her eyelashes tremble a little, her lids drooping partway closed as if she’s losing herself to the feel of my touch.

“You look so perfect like this,” I murmur, grabbing a handful of her ass. My dick, which was already half hard when I woke up, jumps to attention, straining toward her as she bites her lip.

“I doubt that,” she breathes. “My hair must be a mess.”

“It is, a bit.” I smirk, sliding my hand between her thick thighs. “But I like it, because I know just how it got that way.”

The flush that rises in her cheeks is gorgeous, a pink tinge to her pale skin. When my fingertips find her clit, the flush deepens to a dusky rose color, her full lips parting on a soft breath.

“I watched you come two times last night,” I murmur roughly, still unable to look away from her. “And it wasn’t enough. I don’t think it will ever be enough. It was the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Lawson…”

She breathes my name, rolling her hips a little to meet the pressure of my fingers, and I take the invitation, pressing my hand deeper between her thighs and sliding two fingers into her. She shudders as I grind the heel of my hand against her clit.

“Come for me again,” I beg. “Give me another one.”

And she does, falling apart so beautifully for me that I get lost in the sight of it. My own jaw goes slack with wonder as I watch this perfect woman—this perfect Omega—hit her peak and fall over the edge.

My pack mates and I really are the luckiest fuckers in the entire world.

She clings to me, her chest heaving as she works to catch her breath, and when she finally blinks her eyes open and looks at me, I smile.

Sliding my fingers out of her, I lean in and press my lips to hers.

“I’d love to keep you in bed all day, but I have practice.” I grin at her. “And besides, my pack mates would never forgive me for hogging you.”

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