Page 132 of Stolen Omega

“You have no idea how hard my teeth are tingling right now,” I murmur.

He smiles. “If it’s anywhere close to how hard my dick is straining the front of these swim shorts, I’m pretty sure I can relate.”

I take his words like an invitation, dipping my hand low and stroking over my shirt, and moving slowly lower. I like seeing my shirt on him, and I like that he’ll smell a little like me while he’s wearing it.

He’s mine. He should smell like me.

At least, until his perfume decides to come out.

It hasn’t yet, and I think that’s because he doesn’t trust that this is real.

I let him down so badly in the past. It’s going to take a while for him to trust me.

I can wait. In truth, I would wait forever, but I don’t want him to have to.

He deserves to fully experience life as an Omega.

Perfuming for his mates, fated or chosen, and going through a heat are a big part of that.

I stroke my fingers over the lump in his shorts, watching his long lashes flutter over his pretty eyes and a soft flush tint his honey-perfect skin. He’s waited for this as long as I have, and we’re both capable of waiting a little longer, but I don’t want him to have to.

I remove the soft toy from his hands, surprised when it drops to the floor and spills Zoey’s snow globe out onto the carpet. I raise an eyebrow at Dale, and he shrugs.

“That must be why she was holding it above her head behind that door,” I murmur.

“Uh … what?” he asks, his eyes going wide.

“She was getting ready to brain you, I guess.”

“Well, I’m glad she didn’t, but then again, maybe it would have shut me up. Stopped me from making my big mistake.”

I shake my head. “Fated, remember?”

“Everything happens the way it’s meant to.”

I sink to my knees in front of him, and his wide eyes lock onto mine.

“Uh … Zane … I don’t know if I’m ready to be claimed, especially after … you know …”

“Who said anything about claiming you?” I ask, as I peel down his shorts. “This is just to relieve the pressure. I can’t do anything about my tingling teeth, but I can take care of your hard problem.”

“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs.

I keep my gaze on his. “Will you let me take care of you?”

He nods slowly, and I move forward, taking his long, smooth shaft in my hand. I lick at the bead of pre-cum on the tip, the vaguely sweet liquid making me wonder what he might taste like once his perfume comes in. There’s no hint of anything recognizable yet. I know that will change and I can’t wait to experience it. The temptation to run my hand through his slick comes and goes. He doesn’t want something more than this right now. So, I stroke his length and swirl my tongue over the head, taking it slow and giving just enough pressure to tease him a little.

I might never have experienced sex before, but I know how a cock works.

He leans back against the wall, closing his eyes. “Fuck, Zane. That feels so good.”

I take his cock into my mouth slowly, one hand reaching back to grasp his ass and keep him close, and he starts to moan under my touch, his own hands going up into his hair as he grinds his hips a little, forcing me to take him deeper.

I choke on the first unexpected thrust, and he pulls back quickly.

“Fuck, sorry,” he mumbles.

I raise an eyebrow up at him. “Does Cameron take you like that?”

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