Page 33 of Choosing Their Omega

I squeeze my thighs together, hoping that might banish the ache, but all it does is send a jolt of pleasure through me that makes me whimper.

I’ve been reading romance novels for years, but I’ve never read anything that turned me on as much as what just happened. I swear I’m on the verge of spontaneously combusting.

The way he squeezed his knot…

How thick it was…

I can’t even quite imagine what something like that would feel like inside me. His cock was large to begin with, both long and thick, but when his knot expanded, even he could barely wrap his hand all the way around it. There’s no way I’d be able to. My fingers wouldn’t even touch.

I whimper again, softly banging the back of my head against the door as if trying to dislodge a dozen different dirty images from my mind. But they don’t go anywhere, and when I open my eyes and gaze around the shadowy interior of my room, I know there’s no chance I’ll be able to sleep right now.

At least I managed to keep from touching myself while I watched Cruz, but now that I’m alone, my self-control is a lot weaker. My legs wobble as I push away from the door and make my way over to the dresser I’ve filled with my clothes. My vibrator is nestled in the top drawer where I put it so that I’d hopefully avoid a repeat of one of the men stumbling upon it by accident.

I grab it and pad over to the bed, desire curling low in my belly as I kick off my shoes and crawl onto the mattress. I settle on the bed above the covers, resting my head on the pillow and reaching down to fumble with my button and zipper. I push my pants and panties down to my ankles, not even bothering to take them off all the way, then press the button to turn the vibrator on.

A quiet hum fills the room, and I slide the length of the vibrator through my slick folds, wetting the silicone. It grazes against my clit, and my entire body jerks at the sensation. My toes curl, my back arching, and I press my lips together tightly to keep from crying out as I come hard.

I pull the vibrator away, shocked that all it took was one touch—I was so fucking turned on that I was right there at the edge before I even touched it to my skin. The pleasure courses through me in a rush, and when it finally starts to ebb away, I take a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling.

Despite the speed and strength of the orgasm, there’s something inside me that’s not even close to being satisfied.

More. Fuck, I need more.

Turning the vibrator to a slightly lower setting, I press it to my clit again, hissing out a breath as it touches the sensitive little bundle of nerves. It takes a second for my body to adjust, then pleasure starts to crawl through my veins again, a steadily building need that makes me roll my hips.

This time, some of the desperate edge is gone, allowing me to take my time. I start to work the dildo inside my swollen core, letting my eyes drift closed again. all the filthy images and fantasies I was trying to push out of my mind come flooding back, and this time, I let them.

I picture Cruz in the shower again, but now he’s not alone. I’m in there with him, bent over with my hands braced on the tiles. Water pours down over both of us as he grips my hips in his large hands and drives every inch of himself into me.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe, the words barely even a whisper as I work the toy deeper inside myself, trying to mimic the overwhelming fullness I know I’d feel.

Memories of his scent wash through me, and I swear his actual scent is still clinging to my skin, carried over by the wafting steam from the shower. The richness and depth of coffee mixes with the sweetness of coconut and buttercream, making my mouth water even as my pussy gets slicker.

All thoughts of how wrong this is are temporarily banished from my mind as I lose myself in the heated fantasy, imagining the feel of him thrusting into my core the same way he thrust into his hand as he neared his climax.

Is that what it would be like to be fucked by him? He’s so powerful and muscular all the Alphas in this pack are.

I’ve felt self-conscious in the past because of my thick thighs, round ass, and big breasts, feeling like I was too much for most of the guys I’ve dated—which is actually an embarrassingly low number.

But in the fantasy playing out in my head, Cruz handles my body like he knows exactly what to do with it.

The fingers of my free hand go to my clit, circling it slowly as I continue to fuck myself with the silicone toy. I’ve gotten pretty good at using this thing, since it’s been a better boyfriend to me than any of my actual relationships. I know just how to get myself off with it, and I’m so close to the edge again that I could make myself come with a few more thrusts if I wanted to.

But I hold off, dragging it out a little longer as the scene in my mind shifts.

I’ve already breached a professional boundary by fantasizing about my boss, so I go for broke, letting my mind wander to my another one of my bosses.

My heart flutters as I imagine what would’ve happened if Lawson had kissed me after I cleaned up the cuts on his knuckles the other night. We were so close, his smokey, spicy scent filling my nostrils, and I was so drawn to him in that moment that I wanted to press my lips to his.

“Lawson,” I whisper quietly as our lips collide in my imagination.

I imagine the way he might kiss me until I was breathless, how we’d end up on the couch, clothes and undergarments flying as we tore them off. I picture him sinking into me, and pleasure radiates through my body as I squeeze my inner walls around the vibrator, my fingers moving faster over my clit.

By the time the scene in my mind changes again, I’m practically panting. Even though I’m not sure Knox likes me all that much, I can’t deny how attracted I am to him. He’s so fucking huge that he makes me feel small by comparison, and I can’t help imagining what it would feel like to be picked up by him and fucked against a wall, his fingers digging deeply into my thighs as he held me up.

“Oh,” I whimper. “Oh my god.”

I squeeze around the toy as I pump it in and out, rocking my hips against the motion as I rest my feet flat on the mattress. My pants are still around my ankles, binding them together, but for some reason, I like that too.

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