Page 78 of Choosing Their Omega

The room’s dark, and I fumble for the light so that I can see her. Lily’s curled up in the corner on the floor, a little ball of whimpering need, and my heart cracks in two.

I flick off the light again, since Lily’s scrunching her face against it like it hurts her. I let the door close on us and I crouch down to her. “Lily, hey. That’s my angel. It’s me. It’s me. I’ve got you.”

I scoop her up gently and she moans, turning her face into me, curling against me like she’s trying to burrow under my skin.

Fuck. We need to get her home, but she’s burning up. I press the back of my hand to her forehead as Lily moans again. She needs something now. It would be best to get her home and property situated, so to speak, but I don’t think that’s going to happen if I can’t quench this fire a little first.

The plaintive sound of her whimper hits me like a bullet to the chest, cracking open my heart.

“It’s okay, angel,” I murmur roughly, hoping she’s not too out of it to understand what I’m telling her. “I’ve got you now. You’re gonna be okay. My brothers and I will take you home.”

I start to carry her toward the door, but she wriggles in my arms, panting and mewling. She buries her face in the crook of my neck, scenting me, and the feel of her flushed skin against mine makes my footsteps stop.

Shit.

She’s feverish. Almost delirious with her need for relief. I can feel the warm gusts of her breath against my throat as she makes pitiful, hungry little noises, and they awaken the deepest Alpha instinct I have—to take care of my Omega.

“You can’t wait, can you?” I ask her, my voice strained.

“No,” she gasps. “I can’t. Please, Knox. I feel… I can’t… god, it hurts.”

“I won’t let anything hurt you,” I promise, surprised by the fierceness of my own tone. “Never.”

Pivoting quickly, I head away from the door, moving toward the far side of the room instead. There’s nowhere in here that’s totally private, but at least we’ll be somewhat hidden from view if someone walks in. That will have to be good enough.

Because my Omega needs me.

And fucking hell, I need her.

My dick was already hard before I even touched her, just from the scent of her perfume filling the air. But now that it knows it’s about to be inside her, it’s nearly punching a hole through my pants.

I set her down carefully, bending down to put her feet on the floor. But even though she lets me do it, she doesn’t release her hold on me, keeping her arms wrapped around my shoulders as if she’s afraid I’ll leave if she doesn’t maintain that connection.

As if anything in the world could ever tear me away from her.

“I’ve got you,” I breathe. “I’m not going anywhere, angel. I just need to get your pants off so I can take care of you, okay? I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll take away the pain, I promise.”

She nods, squeezing her eyes closed as her body undulates against mine, seeking more friction. I hiss as she rubs against my clothed cock, my hands moving quickly to her pants. I’m not taking her jersey off. There’s no time, and besides, she looks too fucking gorgeous in it to ever want to take it off her soft, sweet body.

I work her pants and panties downward, and she releases her hold on my neck as I crouch down in front of her to work her shoes off and get rid of her pants completely. Her thick, perfect thighs tremble with the force of her need, and this close, with nothing between us, I can pick up every nuance of the scent of her arousal. It’s like a drug, and I suck in a deep breath, feeling almost high from it.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” I croak. “I’ll fuck you, angel, I promise. Just like you need. But first, I have to taste you. Spread those legs for me.”

She does it immediately, moving her feet wider apart as I lean forward. My hands grab her hips roughly as I bury my face between her thighs, bingeing on the sweet taste there. My tongue drags through her folds, lapping up her slick before finding the bud of her clit, and she lets out a keening little cry as she comes immediately.

God, she really did need this.

Wetness gushes from her, dripping over my tongue and down my chin as I keep teasing her sweet pussy, working her through the climax. I can tell she’s so deep in her heat that one orgasm is barely enough to take the edge off, because even as she’s still shaking from the first, she starts to grind harder against my face, silently begging her for more.

“You taste like a fucking dream. I could spend all night like this,” I groan.

And I would, if we weren’t still at the arena, in a semi-public space where we could get caught at any moment. And I know that the only thing that will satisfy her enough to ease her discomfort and the burning need inside her is my cock. My knot.

So despite the fact that I haven’t eaten my fill, I give one more swipe of my tongue and then surge to my feet. I loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt, then unbuckle my pants and shove them down enough to be out of the way.

“Is this what you need, angel?” I ask gruffly, gripping my thick shaft as Lily stares down at it with desire written across every inch of her face. “You need to ride my cock until you can’t think about anything else? You need me to fuck you so hard and deep that the only word you can say, the only word you can scream, is my name?”

“Yes.” She licks her lips, her pupils dilated as she reaches down to strum her clit with two fingers. “Please.”

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