I blink, my toes curling for a different reason as his thumb pops from my mouth. “I thought the only words I had to use were more and good.”
“And stop,” he reminds me, although he’s smiling at the whine in my voice. “What do you use, Lily, when you’re alone and want to pleasure yourself?”
“The usual heat aids. I have a vibrator. A massager, with a knot attachment…” I try to blow cooling air up over my heated face, but it doesn’t help much. “I also have… nipple clamps.”
The admission shouldn’t embarrass me – a lot of omegas experiment with different toys, given our senses are soheightened in our heats – but it’s still not something I’ve ever shared with anyone else.
“Nipple clamps,” Otley repeats, but there’s only curiosity in his eyes. “You like the pain?”
“No.” I give my head a vigorous shake, because pain is definitely not my kink. “They’re soft ones. Velvet lined.” When his gaze softens, I want to cover my face with my hand. But that’s not an option right now, so I opt for honesty. “I like to feel as if someone else is there with me. I close my eyes and pretend I’m not alone.”
It’s a sad little omission now it’s out in the world, and I close my eyes so I can’t see his pity, but he squeezes my arm. “That’s very brave of you, Omega.” His voice sounds like gravel trickling down a drainpipe. “I’m glad that you’ve found a way to fill that need, but any kind of clamp might be dangerous if you forget them in your haze.”
“I set an alarm,” I admit, peeking at him. “I’m careful, Otley. I promise.”
His purr is all approval as he snaps my bra open, fingers circling the peaked flesh. “Like this? Hands or mouth, Omega? Which do you want?”
“Both,” I whimper, pushing up into his touch. “Anything.”
Because desperate doesn’t begin to describe how I feel.
Rosie once called me touch-starved – right after I’d dragged myself home after a particularly brutal heat – but I brushed her off at the time. But as Otley gently rolls my left nipple between his fingers and licks at the bud on my right, I have to admit this is something I’ve desperately missed.
He explores them for a while, twisting and sucking until my back arches off the bed. God, it feels so good, I can’t help squirming as slick soaks my jeans.
“Next time you want these sweet buds sucked, you come find me.” His eyes gleam like molten steel behind his glasses. “I don’t care where I am, or what I’m doing, I want them in my mouth.”
As he tweaks both my nipples at once, an image of him sitting at a boardroom table flashes into my mind. Could I really walk into his office and whisper in his ear, begging him to take care of my needy nipples? “Yes,” I hiss as the fantasy makes my thighs clench in need. “I want that.”
“And what about your clit?” he goes on, his voice a torturous rumble as his breath fans across my belly. “Do you like that to be sucked, too?”
“Ugh.” I have to force myself to swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth so I can answer him. Not that I’m able to form much of a response. “Yes, Alpha. More.”
It definitely seems to be the magic word, because he removes my jeans with a swift yank. He only pauses to study my panties, the sight of the slick-drenched fabric drawing another rumbling growl from deep in his chest. He tears at his own clothes, dropping his shirt and jeans in a pile until he’s clad only in a pair of tight, black boxers. I suddenly get what it means to feast your eyes, because staring at his broad shoulders and sculptured chest makes my belly clench with hunger. “Open your thighs, sweet girl.”
As I eye his bulge hungrily, I don’t hesitate to spread my legs, my knees pushed wide so he can crawl between them. But instead of stripping off my panties, he presses a thumb to the top of the damp gusset. As he circles my clit, the pressure is so perfect, my arousal zips straight up my spine and tosses me off the cliff.
“Otley! Yes!”
My arms strain against their bonds as I’m engulfed in pleasure, the sweet scent of my cum filling the air. I’m still riding the wave when I feel a snap against my hips and Otley’s tongueis suddenly inside me, furiously lapping at my release. My body shudders at the stimulation, a whine bursting from my lips as he teases my pulsating walls with his tongue. I want more. I wantallof him.
And Ilovethe look on his face when he comes up for air, both smug and aroused at the same time. “Fuck, Lily. I’vemissedthis. How did I go so long without you on my tongue?”
“Please, Alpha.” I jerk my hips, furious that my arms are restrained and I can’t claw at his body. “I need you in me right now!”
“Lily…”
“Otley!” The growl that leaves my lips is bordering on feral. “You said you’d give me what I want, and I want you inside me… Ugh!”
He thrusts into me so fast, I don’t have time to brace for the impact. I have a brief moment to wonder what happened to his Tom Ford boxers, and then he’s sliding into my eager heat, his voice reduced to a hungry snarl. All evidence of the calm, collected alpha is gone, replaced by a man hellbent on pummeling me into the bed. I am so here for it, I wrap my legs around his hips, my back bowed to take every bit of him.
“Lily!” He pants, face red and glasses askew. He whips them off, tossing them aside and gripping my waist in both hands. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Yes! So do you!” I babble, already climbing back up towards that peak I just tumbled over. “Don’t stop!” And just in case my plea is coming across as background noise, I dig my heels into his muscular butt and whine, “More, Alpha!”
I’ve never been with an alpha during his rut, but this is exactly how I imagine it would feel. Like Otley’s only purpose in life is to fuck me into the bed and then sink his bite into my throat while I writhe on his knot.
All things I want at this moment, even though bites and bonds are definitely not on the list of limits we discussed.
