Page 99 of Choosing Their Omega

“You make me feel beautiful,” she whispers, pulling her lips away from mine and trailing them over my jaw. “Just the way I am.”

“That’s because you are beautiful just the way you are.” I squeeze her ass again emphatically as I speak, my dick screaming in protest at the fact that it’s not already sheathed inside her. “You’re fucking perfect. Now get off my lap and strip. Show me those luscious curves. I want to see every inch of you when I fuck you.”

She whimpers, grinding harder against me for a second before clambering off my lap and standing in front of me. She starts with her shirt, peeling it off before removing her bra, and I cup her full breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her eyelashes flutter, and her hands shake a little as she continues, undoing her pants and shoving them down. As she kicks her shoes and pants off and goes for her panties, I make quick work of discarding my own shirt and shoving my pants down.

The second she’s completely naked, I catch her wrist and tug her toward me again, and my cock twitches with approval at the way she immediately crawls onto my lap.

As if this is where she belongs.

As if it’s where she always wants to be.

Seated on my lap and impaled on my shaft, like a queen on her throne.

“Put me inside you,” I growl hungrily, framing her face with my hands. “I want to feel that sweet pussy swallow up every inch of my cock.”

Her blue eyes darken, and when she reaches down between us, the feel of her delicate fingers on my length sends a shudder through me. My balls tighten, and I know I won’t last long once I’m inside her.

Our gazes both drop downward as she slips the head of my dick into her sopping wet channel, and I clench my jaw as she lowers herself slowly and steadily, taking me all the way down to the root in one long stroke.

The second I bottom out, I band my arms tightly around her, holding her against me as I drop my head to claim her lips again. Her soft breasts are crushed against my chest, and I can feel the frantic pounding of her heart behind them.

“Ride me, angel,” I murmur into our kiss. “I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock. Take everything you need. Because everything I have, everything I am… it’s yours.”

She mewls softly against my lips, rising up and sinking back down. Her slick walls slide along my length, tight as a vise, and I murmur an endless stream of words as she finds her rhythm, telling her how beautiful she is, how well we fit together, how incredible she feels.

She hits her peak, and I watch her tremble and shake on my lap, gritting my teeth to hold back my own release.

As soon as her orgasm has passed, I murmur gruffly, “Another.”

Her eyes widen a little at the command, but she’s already moving again, her body chasing the pleasure it craves so much.

She comes harder the second time, her mouth falling open into an O as she moans prettily.

“Another,” I growl, my entire body taut with the effort of resisting the urge to follow her over the edge. Not yet.

“Fuck,” she breathes, bouncing faster. She fucks herself on my length more roughly, slamming down harder and harder each time, and I grip her hips—not to guide her movements, but to revel in the feel of them.

“Come for me again,” I demand roughly. “Give me one more, and I’ll give you my cum. I’ll give you my knot.”

“Knox… please….” She bites her lower lip, her eyes falling closed as a look of intense concentration falls over her face. She looks sexy as fuck like this, her face screwed up tightly as she loses herself to the pleasure, chasing the spark of another orgasm.

“You can do it,” I promise her. “Come on my cock. I want to feel you milking every last drop from me when I let go.”

She nods jerkily, bracing her arms on my shoulders as she rides me harder. And then, suddenly, her climax breaks over her. She thrashes on my lap, burying her face against my shoulder as she shudders and cries out.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I groan. “Such a good Omega.”

My grip on her hips tightens, holding her steady now as I punch my hips upward in short, sharp thrusts. It only takes a few before my shaft pulses and swells, my knot expanding inside her as jet after jet of my cum floods her womb.

I palm the back of her head, my fingers sliding through the silky strands of her hair, and as we gasp for breath in the aftermath, I feel the knot in my stomach that appeared as soon as Ben got sick start to loosen.

Because of her.

Because of the incredible Omega in my arms.

For a long time after my sister died, I unconsciously tried to avoid forming new attachments. I was already nearly paralyzed with fear that something would happen to Ben, or to one of my pack mates. The idea of coming to care for another person—and potentially losing them, just like I lost my sister—was enough to make me shut down emotionally.

But then this fierce, kind, curvy redhead walked into our lives.

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