Page 32 of The Omega Verse
I flip over, my butt popping in the air, but a big hand presses me down until my belly hits the bed. I catch Silva's pout, but then Tom is sweeping my hair aside and nuzzling my nape. Who knew there were a million nerves right there, just waiting to light up at the touch of his lips?
But right as my eyes roll closed, he moves away, working across my shoulders and down the backs of my arms. He flips my hands and licks across my palms, but when I try to stick my fingers in his mouth, he cuffs my wrists against the bed.
Yes, please. I give a head-to-toe shiver that makes him pause. “You like that, baby?”
I nod frantically, in case he’s thinking about letting go.
“I’ve got more exploring to do. Silva, you think you can lend us a hand?”
I moan, and they both chuckle, Silva leaning over to grab my wrists and press them into the bed. His amaretto scent swirls around me, making my mouth water, and Silva snickers as I bite the edge of Tom’s pillow. “Better hurry up or our girl’s gonna combust before you get anything inside her.”
“She’ll wait,” Tom rumbles, his lips working down my spine while I splutter. He mouths each bone until he reaches the dips above my arse, his tongue swirling until my hips buck. “Such a pretty arse,” he murmurs, dropping kisses across my straining cheeks.
This up-close adoration is driving me crazy. He’s touched me before, even examined me, but he’s always treated me with clinical detachment. I’m not ashamed to admit, I fantasised about a full-body exam in the past. Tom checking every inch, then double-checking it because he’s obsessive like that. But this is sweet torture, his mouth barely tasting one spot before it’s on to the next. And with Silva holding my wrists, every time I jerk, I bump Tom’s bristly chin. The friction is nothing more than a tease, and I grunt in frustration, kicking my feet against the bed.
“Give me more, Tom,” I whine. “I need you.”
“You’ll get it,” he promises, his tongue sliding down the groove of my arse cheeks. His hands clutch my flesh, his lips skimming over my pucker. “You had someone explore this pretty star before?”
I groan and push my hips up again. “Yes. But not like this.”
“Not like what?” he asks, swirling his tongue around the tight muscle.
“Not… sweet. Not gentle torture.”
Silva immediately lets my wrists go and Tom is flipping me over and scooping me up. I’m cradled across his thighs – still clad in his jeans – and my head spins from the sudden movement. “I’ll always be sweet,” he tells me, his voice gruff. “And I’ll try to be gentle. But I’ll never torture you, Cass.”
My heart swells at the worry in his eyes, and I cup his cheek. “Tom, I love you. I’m not afraid of you. Everything you do is perfect. I just want more.”
It comes out a bit strident this time, and he blinks, a sly smile breaking free. “But I didn’t get a chance to suck on your toes yet.”
My feet twitch at the idea – and not in a happy way. “That can definitely wait for later.”
“Deal,” he murmurs, easing me back on the bed and rubbing circles on my thighs. He kneels between them, holding my gaze as he kneads the trembling muscles. “I’m going to fuck you, knot you, then bite you, Cass. But I want you dripping first. The only pain you’ll feel is when I sink my teeth into your pretty throat.”
I nod, not caring if it hurts. But he’s dipping his mouth between my thighs, his nose buried in my curls, and his bristly chin rubbing against my folds. This time the friction is perfect, and I twist under him, pushing upwards. I finally get some relief as he peels me open and nuzzles my clit. I’m already so close to coming, I whine and bury my hands in his thick, soft hair. Pushing my thighs wider, I grind my hips against his mouth, and he purrs deep into my aching pussy. The vibration is enough to make me gasp, and as soon as he sucks on my clit, I’m coming in his mouth.
“So sweet,” he grunts, chasing the slick that slides down my thighs. “Taste yourself, baby.”
I watch him rear over me, his face messy with my release. It’s Tom, but a sexier, hungrier version of him, and I grab his head, licking into his mouth. It tastes sweet, like he said, but tart with his own citrus flavour. Like a limoncello with some extra champagne fizz.
We kiss until my head spins, and then he’s tugging on his jeans, his hands rough as he strips himself bare. I catch a glimpse of tight navy boxer shorts – delicious – and then he’s pressing my thighs wide. I arch into the ache, my gaze locked on his straining cock. He’s big; thick and long with a wide, flared head. As pretty as the other guys, only scaled up to match his size.
“Jesus, Cass,” Silva hums from my side, where he’s stretched out on a bent arm. “When you ask for more, he really delivers.”
Tom grunts, his thighs twitching, but I just hook my feet behind him and pull him closer. “I want it all. Everything.”
He runs his hands down my breasts, over my ribs, before encircling my waist. “Then open for me, baby.”
I arch into him, and he pushes. That thick head nudges forward with a stinging stretch, but more slick fills my channel, coating the way. And as he works his way in deeper, feeding me inch after swollen inch, I can still feel the pinch of pain, but it’s background noise. Every sense is alight as I’m swept away on an omega haze. Barely halfway in, and Tom rubs a thumb through my slick folds, massaging my clit. I come again with a gush, and his thick cock slides home.
“I’m in,” he pants, staring in awe at our joining. “Are you okay, baby?”
I roll my head, taking in Silva’s smile, Kobi leaning forward in his chair. “More,” I whisper, and they all groan. Alpha pheromones are thick in the air, their eyes bright with a hunger as raw as my own. Their need swirls over my tongue, and I bite out a cry of relief as Tom starts to move.
He’s not just big, he’s all muscle. His abs clench, his thighs expand, and every thrust is deep and hard. The sound of our slapping skin fills the room, Tom grunting as he sinks to the root. I’m a swollen, dripping mess around him, my pussy stretched to the limit. As his hips speed up, I’m pounded into the bed. Sweat and slick coat my skin, and when he swirls a thumb over my clit, I scream. “Yes! More! Don’t stop!”
I have no control over my mouth as he tunnels inside me. My skin is dancing with waves of pleasure, my spine so tight it feels like it might snap. My entire body is shaking, clutching, aching.