Page 119 of Broken Omega

This guy is too damn good to be true. A virgin who waited for his true mate, but who also seems to be instantly good at sex … how the hell did I get so lucky?

Maybe it’s fate’s way of making up for the first twenty-four years of my life.

Everything else turned out shit, but you’re gonna hit the mate lottery before you turn twenty-five.

That’s the kind of deal I can live with, especially since the payout is happening right now.

I come again, and his smile gets a little smirky. “I kind of made that happen, right there.”

Even with a smirk, he’s still too sweet to be anything other than cute.

“Yeah, yeah,” I tell him, as if it’s no big deal. “Talk to me when you’ve given me multiple orgasms.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

So damn cute.

KELLAN

Making my mate come on my knot is addictive. I stay swollen after I’ve come, locked inside her while her heat makes her needy and desperate for every touch, every thrust, every kiss.

She spends a little time riding it, coming incredibly easily from the increased stimulation on her clit.

I help her along a couple times, just to watch those sapphire eyes light up.

The sheer euphoria running through her is incredible to watch.

“I’m taking over,” I warn her, as her head tilts back.

I catch a glimpse of the mark I made on her throat, unobscured by her golden-blonde hair.

“Mmm?” she murmurs, sounding slightly dazed.

“I think you’ve had one too many orgasms,” I tease. “I might have to cut you off.”

She laughs lightly. “That’s not a thing.”

“Well, still, I’m going back on top.”

“Yes, Alpha,” she murmurs with a light growl as I roll us back to our original position.

She’s definitely close to her limit. Coming might not be completely the same as drinking too much alcohol, but for an Omega in heat, eventually the pleasure becomes so intense that it can be like being inebriated. She’s getting drunk on sex, and it’s up to me to look after her.

So, I thrust into her slowly, letting her recover a little from the last climax I helped her hit.

She lets out a soft sigh. “All Alphas should be like you.”

I feel my skin flushing at the compliment. “Well, you would think that. You’re my mate.”

“True,” she agrees, gazing up at me as she lifts her arms and wraps them around my neck. “I’m your mate because you’re you, Kellan. I changed my mind. I don’t want all other Alphas to be like you, because I don’t actually want a football team’s worth of mates.”

“A football team’s worth of mates?” I ask, amused at the image it paints for me.

She shrugs under me, wriggling her hips until I thrust a little deeper.

Her eyes close for a second, and she opens them again on a sexy, breathy inhale.

“It’s a joke I made once. That I wanted a football team and their cheerleaders for my pack.”

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