Page 133 of Stolen Omega

He flushes deeper. “Uh …”

“Don’t stop,” I tell him. “I’ll be expecting it this time.”

I tug him back in close, and, slowly, he starts to grind again.

I anticipate those deeper thrusts and move with him to take them without choking.

He groans when I look back up at him.

He’s getting breathless, and his face and upper chest are flushed through with color.

It’s obvious he’s close to losing control, and I want to make that happen for him.

So I move a little faster, surprising him when his dick hits the back of my throat.

He gasps in a breath as he looks down at me. “I’m … I’m going to …”

He trails off into a low moan, thrusting a little before hot threads of cum shoot down my throat.

Swallowing thickly, my cock stops throbbing inside my pants and starts to stiffen up.

The effect of an Omega’s cum entering my body. I’m getting ready to rut.

After I release Dale’s cock from my mouth, I tug his shorts back up.

He looks back at me in dazed wonder. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about that happening.”

I smile. “Well, you don’t know how many nights I’ve dreamt about it.”

I get to my feet, and he looks at me, his gaze softer than I think I’ve ever seen it.

“I should take care of you, too,” he whispers, his voice husky and raw.

God, he must be so damn close to his first heat. My dick actually feels like it’s starting to knot in my pants. That’s not possible, but it can expand a little beyond its regular size without being inside an Omega. That must be what’s happening right now.

“No,” I tell him, lifting his hands with mine and kissing his knuckles softly. “I’m the Alpha. I take care of you. That’s how this works.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “An Alpha who turns down oral from his future mate? Please, tell me you’re not saving your V-card for the wedding night?”

It’s a joke, but he just found the elephant in the room. There’s no use trying to hide it now.

“It doesn’t need to be the wedding night,” I tell him. “But I waited for my true mates.”

He blinks at me. “Wait. What? Are you serious?”

He’s staring at me as if he can’t believe it.

“When do you think I had the time or the desire to date, exactly?” I ask him.

“Uh … I don’t know. I just … You’re an Alpha. Alphas always seem to get laid.”

“I never cared about getting laid,” I admit. “I always knew exactly who my mates were. You and Zoey are all I’ve ever thought about. All I’ve ever wanted. You’re my family.”

He still looks stunned, but I guess that’s probably a reasonable reaction, considering he thinks I abandoned him. That’s probably how it looked to everyone who knew we were friends before I got obsessed with finding Zoey and bringing her back to us.

“I’m sorry about how I dealt with Zoey going missing,” I tell him. “If I had to do it over … well, I’d try a lot harder to explain my feelings instead of burying them and telling myself I could deal with them after we got her back. I always thought of us as a ‘we’, Dale. Even if it really didn’t seem like it for a long time.”

“You let me fall for another guy,” he murmurs.

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