Page 59 of Choosing Their Omega

But it’s too late.

I’m too close to the edge, and even as I try to stop the flood of sensations barreling through me, they sweep me up in their torrent. My climax is so strong that it momentarily whites out my vision, making sparks dance in front of my eyes.

I sag against Miles, and he releases his grip on my hair and my throat, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. He holds me as the orgasm quakes through me, keeping me upright as I shudder against him.

“Fuck,” I gasp out. “Oh fuck. God.”

It takes several seconds for my brain and lungs to start functioning again, and I blink as I drag in a deep breath. Then I tilt my head to look up at Miles, drawing back just a bit. Disappointment fills me. In all of my books where these sorts of things happened, the heroine always managed to deny her climax until the hero told her to come.

“Sorry,” I whisper, biting my lip.

Miles chuckles, and I’m glad to see that he doesn’t look mad. “It’s okay, Lily. Have you ever done this before?”

“No.”

“Then I’m not surprised you had a hard time holding off your climax. It’s a learned skill.” His gaze heats as he adds, “One that we can keep practicing, if you like.”

The expression on his face makes goosebumps prickle over my skin, and I nod. “Yeah, I’d… I’d like that. But what about this time? I came without permission. Shouldn’t there be some kind of consequence for that?”

His hazel eyes glint, approval and desire burning in their depths. “You think there should be consequences? Since you were a bad girl and came before I told you to? Since you were too greedy to wait?”

My thighs clench, wetness dripping over my fingers as arousal spikes inside me. I don’t know exactly what he has in mind, but I do know that whatever it is, I want it. I need it, more than I need my next breath.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice husky. “I’ve been bad. I think you should punish me.”

Chapter 19

Miles

My chest tightens as I gaze down at Lily’s flushed, round face. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, completely open and needy, allowing herself to feel everything. That openness was one of the things that first drew me to her—her curiosity and willingness to explore, and the way she seems to throw herself wholeheartedly into everything she does.

And now she’s on her knees in front of me, asking to be punished for coming before I gave her permission.

I’ve never doubted that Lily would be an amazing fit for me and my pack, but in this moment, I realize that it’s more than that. She might very well be the only Omega in existence who could be this perfect for all of us. This perfect for me.

Releasing my hold on her now that I know she’s steady enough to remain upright without help, I catch her wrist in a light grip and tug her hand free from her panties. I can see the wetness glistening on her fingers, and I indulge myself, bringing them to my mouth and licking them clean.

She watches me with her wide, luminous blue eyes, and I can feel the small tremor that moves through her as I trail my tongue over her fingers.

“You want to be punished?” I ask, still holding her wrist. “Do you know what happens to bad Omegas who come without permission?”

“No.” She shakes her head, spots of color blooming high on her cheeks.

“They get their mouths stuffed full of Alpha cock.”

Her nostrils flare with a sudden sharp inhale, and I can scent her arousal in the air. It’s pouring off of her in waves, sending my Alpha instincts into overdrive, and I’m so fucking hard that it aches.

I let go of her wrist and surge to my feet, gazing down at her where she kneels in front of me. She stares up at me through her lashes, the perfect mixture of submissiveness and wildness gleaming in her eyes.

“Everything that happens between us is up to you,” I tell her, needing to make sure she understands. “Even a punishment. If I take control, it’s only because you’re giving me control. It’s a gift, and you can take it back at any time you want. A safe word won’t work in this situation because your mouth will be a bit busy, but if you want to stop at any time, just tap my hip three times. Okay?”

Her eyes warm, and she nods, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Good.” I reach down to free her lip, tugging it free with my thumb. “Then get my cock out.”

She nods, scrambling to do as I say as if she’s just been waiting for the command. I’m wearing athletic pants, so it’s easy enough for her to tug the waistband down, taking my boxer briefs along with it. My shaft juts forward, pulsing as it’s freed from the confining space, and I hiss out a breath as she wraps her hand around my shaft.

“Open your mouth,” I tell her, my voice like gravel.

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