Her expression shifts into one of wonder, almost as though she can’t believe I’m letting her lead. Then she gingerly crawlsover me to straddle my hips. There’s no mistaking my intrigue, my cock pushing against the sweats to settle right against her pussy as she situates herself on top of me.
The little flare in her nostrils tells me she noticed.
And the way she moves a bit against my shaft suggests she likes it, too.
The oversized shirt hides her curves, but I see the subtle hint of her nipples protruding against the fabric. She’s interested.
Which is also evidenced by the dampness I feel seeping through my pants.
She’s aroused.
Slick,I think, wanting to push up into her.Gods, I want to feel that against my cock.
No, I want totasteit on my tongue.
I’ve never had the pleasure. Never experienced an Omega’s tight cunt. Always waiting for my intended—forthis.
Yet all Ashlyn has done so far is straddle me.
She’s studying my torso, her hands at her sides.
“You can touch me,” I say, inviting her to play. “In fact?—”
My wrist begins to buzz and I nearly jump out of the bed, the reminder of the metal against my skin instantly killing my mood.
“Fuck.”
It takes me a moment to remember how to breathe, the vibrations reminding me of another time… of a collar choking me whenever I tried to shadow…
Ashlyn strokes my arm, drawing my attention back to her. She’s frowning, but not at me—at my watch.
Because a screen has appeared with Cael’s name scrolling across it.
He’s calling me.
Which isn’t like him at all.
Sighing, I grab Ashlyn by the hips and pull her off of me. I can’t talk to him while she’s straddling my cock, especially withher slick permeating the air. “I’ll be back after I talk to him,” I tell her.
A strange little expression crosses her face, one I can’t quite read. “Yeah, okay. I understand.” Something about that reply strikes me as off, but I’ll address it after I make the buzzing stop around my wrist.
I lean in to brush my lips against hers. “We’ll revisit your fantasy, too,” I promise her.
Then I shadow outside of the cave and accept Cael’s call.
“What?” I demand, unable to hide my impatience.
His eyebrows fly upward in response. “What Omega has your knot in a twist?” He feigns an epiphany in the next moment. “Oh, that’s right.Ashlyn. How is our little seer, hmm?”
“Do you want me to hang up on you?” I ask him.
“Do you want me to call again?” he returns.
My jaw grinds, my irritation mounting. “You know I hate metal against my skin, Cael.”
“I do. But you need that device for safety.”
“Then don’t use it for random phone calls,” I tell him.Especially, when they interrupt an intimate moment with my Omega,I nearly add.
