Page 205 of Stolen Omega

“You’ve dreamt about me pinning you down on a bathroom floor?”

He smiles. “Not on a bathroom floor, but I have a feeling that’s going to become the setting of that dream now.”

“You don’t need to dream about this anymore. You can have me when you want me.”

I rub the oil over my hardening cock, and then I take some more and rub it into his opening. My fingers sink in easily, showing he’s ready for this. He moans softly as I take my time rubbing in plenty of oil.

“I think that’s enough lube,” he tells me, his voice husky with need.

I remove my fingers and rub the head of my cock against his entrance. It’s a tight fit, but I work my way in, while his eyes widen and his breathing quickens. I’m bigger than his other mates and it’s obvious in the way he reacts. There’s a pinch of pain mixed in with his pleasure, and the intensity of that seems to be making him tremble.

“Are you sure I’ve used enough lube?” I ask.

“It feels good,” he murmurs. “Your cock is just really fucking big.”

I push in a little deeper, taking it inch by inch until I’m all the way in.

He seems to relax once that happens, his trembling body going still as he lets out a sigh.

“You need a minute,” I tell him, my hand moving over his toned stomach, one finger softly sweeping the drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock.

I bring that finger to my mouth and taste his salty sweetness.

He stares up at me. “Make me yours.”

I make slow, shallow thrusts that bring soft, breathy moans from his lips.

I run my oil-coated hand over his cock, lubricating it while I get ready to make him come for me.

His hands move up into his hair as he gets closer to the edge. He’s moaning deeply now, ready for a release. My cock swells a little inside him, and I can’t help wishing I could knot him fully.

He rolls his hips, pushing me into fucking him harder and deeper.

The intense feeling that crashes over me is overwhelming.

How could I not know he was mine the second I laid eyes on him?

How could I not realize my feelings for my Beta were more than platonic?

“I love you,” I whisper, before I lower myself down over him and give him a mark high up on his throat where the whole world will be able to see it and know he has an Alpha true mate.

He wraps his arms around my body, lowering one hand to my ass and pushing me in deeper.

“I’m yours,” he murmurs breathlessly. “I always have been.”

Giving him my mark while I’m buried deep is what pushes me over the edge.

He cries out when that happens, clinging onto me tightly as his cum spills out over his chest and mine. We go still in the same moment, holding each other close in the aftermath of something that should have happened a long damn time ago.

If it wasn’t for Zelena, we never would have gotten here.

I never would have known how Russ felt, and I never would have considered how I felt about him.

Our Omega mate woke me up. She’s as special as she felt when I first heard her voice.

“I love you, too, by the way,” Russ tells me, making me laugh.

He smiles as I get up and extend a hand to him.

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