Page 7 of Such a Lovely Omega

“I’m so sorry.” He stepped back. I released him but not without a quick fight with my wolf. Sure, he was ours but we had to be patient. He’d lost his mate. He was a widower. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him in any way.

I had to be careful with my omega’s heart.

“Why are you sorry?” I asked. “I’m not.”

“I…he’s gone, but I feel like I’m cheating on him. My brain is telling me one thing, my heart another, and my animal yet another.”

“Sit down, West. Let’s talk about this.”

He let out a nervous chuckle but did as I said. Interesting. I wondered in what other ways he would obey me, putty in my hands. “You want to talk after I basically assaulted you.”

“Hey,” I said. I took the seat next to him and put my hands over his. “That was no assault. I was surprised, sure, but not offended, and I certainly didn’t consider it an assault.”

“It’s been so long. I forgot what it felt like to be held. To be kissed.”

Tragic that this omega had been alone. Sure, life happened, and sometimes mates passed away before their time, or what we thought was their time, but West was clearly suffering. “You…there’s been no one since Emile?”

He ducked his head and then shook it. His sweet scent twinged with a bit of citrus. Shame? Was this omega feeling shame?

“West, please look at me.” I reached under my chair and scooted it closer to him until our knees were stacked together. “Omega, please.”

Sucking in a breath, he nailed me with his deep stare. I could’ve drowned in it and been smiling all the way into the afterlife.

“How long has it been since someone touched you? Held you? Gave you the affection and care you need?”

A whimper fell from his lips.Huh. That long.“I…Emile has been gone, well, you know how long but even before that. For years…”

“What do you mean even before that?” I barely contained a snarl. He didn’t need that from me. West needed patience and calm.

He shook his head. While I wanted to press, I realized it might be hard for him to speak about his mate, or late mate.

“Too long?” I whispered.

“So damned long,” he answered and stole the breath from my lungs.

“Then let’s fix that, shall we?”

I reached for him and, thank the gods, he willingly swayed into my hold. I took his mouth this time with more passion, trying to pour myself into the kiss, strengthen the bond we had only just begun. Moving to his neck, I growled at how responsive he was. Moaning and whimpering at every touch and kiss. My hands roamed down his lean form as I took mental note of all his planes and valleys. Underneath these clothes was a dream body, I imagined.

When one of my hands grazed his groin, I pulled back. “Can I take care of you, omega? Ease this need?”

Breathless, he nodded.

“Stand up so I can take your pants off.”

He did so. I noticed how his knees shook as I removed his shoes, socks, and then released his leather belt. I checked once again before unzipping his pants. “Are you sure?” I prompted. No way I would do this without his explicit permission and consent.

“I think I might die if you don’t touch me, Alex.”

I pressed my own hardened length against him and nipped at his lips. “The words, West. I need to hear the words before I take you into my mouth.”

He squirmed, bucking his hips and threw back his head.

“I know you can say it, omega. This alpha needs permission.”

“Alex, I need you to get on your knees and suck my cock.” His eyes widened as though he didn’t realize he could say it and now he was well aware.

Gods, that was sexy.