“You actually mean that?” she asks, a vulnerable note trembling in her voice.
“I haven’t lied to you. That first day we met when I said you’re mine, I meant it.”
Frustration fizzles through me, and I scrunch my nose.
She frowns and mumbles, “I thought you were just trying to get in my pants until we spoke in the hallway.”
”Iamtrying to get in your pants, and definitely up this dress, and I’ll want to get my knot in your sweet pussy long after the first time,“ I say, pressing my aching cock into her again to punctuate my point.
She squirms, still fighting to get away, but her breath is rapid, and a plume of Omega slick perfumes the surrounding air. I hold her tightly, unwilling and unable to let her go without hashing this out.
“And I’ll still be hitting on you years from now. It’s just who I am, baby. I’m a flirtatious fucker, but I only want to flirt with you.”
“I assumed because of your age you weren’t the type to settle down,” she blushes, as if she’s ashamed of her assumption. It’s nothing new, I get that comment a lot. Being unmated in your midlife isn’t exactly a ringing endorsement.
“Baby, I’m old as hell cause I’ve been waiting for you,” I say with a chuckle. “These gray hairs are your fault for making me worry you weren’t coming along.”
She smiles, biting her lip at my teasing tone. I know I’m winning her over when her hips unconsciously tilt closer to my straining cock.
“You’re not old.”
“I’m old enough to be your daddy.” I rock forward gently, letting her feel my length, and she shudders.
“When you say stuff like that, you can hardly blame me for thinking you just wanted to get your knot wet. Do you know how hard it was to concentrate everyday after you left and your scent remained?”
“About as hard as my cock is right now?”
She laughs like she’s both exasperated and enamored with me. Who else would have the patience to mate with me than an elementary school teacher used to dealing with childish antics?
I press another kiss to her lips, this time keeping it soft. I try to convey how I feel without my silly jokes and innuendoes, but I think I fail when I can’t stop myself from nibbling on her lower lip. It’s so plush and tastes like she smells: maple syrup.
“So we’re on the same page? This is real?” she whispers against my lips. I trail feather light kisses over her cheek and down to her neck.
“Yes baby, this is very much real.”
She instinctively tilts her head, exposing her neck to me. A burst of her scent comes directly from her mating gland, and I rub my cheek against it to mark myself with her scent.
“God, look at you submitting so prettily. You’re such a good Omega. I love that you only perfume for me.”
Her eyes are glazed as she hums in agreement.
I flick my tongue and taste her gland. It’s heavenly, a pure concentration of her unique bouquet, and I already know I’m addicted. She shudders as I press an open mouth kiss to the swollen flesh and lave at it reverently.
“The moment you let me, I’m gonna mark this pretty little mating gland and make you mine. Would you like that, Omega?” I growl, barely restraining my grinding hips. Her little pussy is so hot, I can feel it radiating through my jeans. I inhale deeply through my nose and a groan slips from me. Her usual scent now has a musky, sensual element – her slick. Nowthatis pure Alpha-nip.
“Someone is going to see us,” she says on a moan as I buck harder against her, chasing more of that delicious scent and those incredible noises.
I slam a hand on the counter, bending her further back as I begin to rut against her.
“Let the kinky fuckers watch,” I growl.
I’m nearly beyond the point of no return, completely set on getting inside my Omega, when she clips me up the back of the head.
“Casey!”
She scolds me just like Jenny does and swatted my head like Mike did earlier. My girl will fit in perfectly here, and has clearly been taking notes on taming this family’s “Special Case.”
I’m panting, my eyes slightly unfocused, and it feels like I’m walking through mud when I take a step back from her.
