Page 8 of Such a Lovely Omega

“Good omega,” I praised and stripped him of his pants. I sank to my knees in front of him and kissed his thighs. His sighs and the way he threaded his fingers in my hair fueled me on. My cock grew harder by the second. “Are you slick for me? Is your channel pulsing with need?”

His brown eyes met mine, and he nodded. “Everything in me needs you.”

Exactly how I wanted him. Starving for me. I cupped his balls while I took him from head to base into my mouth. He cried out my name while I sucked his length. Gods, he was big, bigger than I expected.

“Can I touch all of you?” I asked, gazing up his body.

“Yes, please. I’m aching.”

“Get onto my desk, West. Ass on the edge.”

He did as he was told, and I got up and pulled the chair to the desk. I tugged him into position, nudging his legs wider apart. He was a sight for sore eyes, and new eyes and any eyes. I wanted to bury myself inside him, but now wasn’t the time. He needed this release. Needed to be shown how fucking sexy he was.

“Omega, you are lovely.”

I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Bobbing up and down on his cock, I slipped my fingers between his cheeks, finding that sweet puckered entrance so slick and ready for me. One finger and then two breached his channel while his bulbous head throbbed against the back of my throat. His hips rocked again as he fucked my mouth, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

I pumped my fingers inside him over and over until his sac tightened and his movements became frantic. He let out a roar worthy of a bear as ribbons of cum painted my throat and his channel pulsed and fluttered around my fingers.

“Alex!” he cried, riding the waves of pleasure.

He came down from the orgasm, cheeks red, a sheen of sweat along his brow. He slowly let go of my hair and lay back on the gleaming wooden desk.

My mate was a sight.

I wondered if he realized he belonged to me, now more than ever.

After cleaning him up a bit, I helped him off the desk and pulled his clothes back on. He kept trying to take things into his own hands, but a few growls had him relenting.

“Come here.” I sat back down in my chair and patted my lap.

“What?”

“Come here.” I pushed a bit of alpha tone in.

He nodded and straddled my lap. I embraced and loved on him for what seemed like eternity and yet only a second. He melted into my hold, nuzzling my neck and inhaling deeply.

“I’m so glad you came to the club tonight,” I whispered in his ear.

He stiffened. “I have to go.”

“Right now?” I asked, my wolf frantic inside me for him to stay.

“Right now.”

Chapter Seven

West

I didn’t sleep a wink. Tossing and turning and punching my pillow didn’t count as rest.

The memory of Alex’s hands on me kept alive a fever that wouldn’t die. Where his fingers had dug into my skin, the muscles pulsed in recall of the pressure of his careful yet possessive touch. My cock had never been harder in my life. Not when I was younger. Not when I was with Emile. Never.

When I came in his mouth, I saw stars. Stars and planets aligned.

Then he cared for me afterward. Held me in his arms. Whispered sweet things in my ear and kissed me—I needed those things so much, but at the same time, they were hard to accept.

Maybe I’d hardened myself against them since I was starved of affection and convinced I didn’t deserve them.