They whine as they pull back from my lips, meeting me with stunning hazel eyes and a look so soft that I climb onto the bed with them.
We watch each other, and I lean back in for another kiss. But their arms drop, and they flop onto the bed.
“Oh, God.” They roll their eyes as they press their hand to their head. “I really made a scene there, didn’t I?” they ask in a husky voice that goes straight to my cock.
“Why did you come here if you knew you were going into heat?” I ask.
They shake their head. “I’m not in heat. I’m just hornier than a freaking toad. It’s fine, I can deal with it.”
I chuckle as I stretch out my legs. I lean over them on one elbow, pressing my crotch against their leg, and they gasp.
“There’s no way I’m leaving my omega alone when they’re like this,” I say, loving the way they shudder. Pink flushes their cheeks, and a slow smile spreads across mine as they feel how hard I am. “That’s what I’m talking about.” I sigh at their response and grind my hips. “Maybe we can deal with it together?”
I’m already edging toward them again. One taste isn’t enough, and I want to pull off all those clothes and see where else they have piercings. I’m scanning their neck, searching for a mating bite. If they don’t have a pack, I’m claiming them first. Then I can introduce them to Timber and see if they are a match as well. Maple syrup and coffee would go perfectly together, and he definitely needs some sweetness in his life.
“We’ll have to find you a change of clothes. I want you drenched in lavender by the time I’m finished with you,” I say as I sweep my hand over their hip.
I can make sure they have enough clothes for their nest, though I’ll be pushing it too far if I say that out loud. There’s no way I’m going to tell my omega what to put in their nest, ever, no matter how much I want to.
My hand sneaks up their waist, teasing across their stomach, loving the way they suck it in before I run my fingers up to their breastbone. I can feel another layer under their T-shirt, but it doesn’t feel like a bra. I really want to cup them to find out if they’re male or female, but it feels rude when they could be trans or non-binary. It’s up to them if they tell me; all I want to do is enjoy their body.
Their neck arches. I stroke a single finger over the soft part of their throat and draw out another moan.
I come in closer, brushing my lips under their chin, and they let out a soft whine. There’s no more perfume, but the sweep of my nose under their ear as I press my lips against their skin brings another wash of maple syrup over my tongue.
“You taste so insanely good,” I moan, testing to see if they’ll let me go further. I take a risk, bringing myself up onto all fours to lean over them.
“I forgot to cream behind my ears,” they croak.
“Excuse me?” I ask, and they snort.
“I covered myself with scent-blocking cream, but I guess my perfume ruined it.”
“Do you like my scent that much?” I blink prettily in the way I know most omegas like, and I laugh as their smile turns sultry.
“What do you think?” They wiggle their hips, and relief sweeps me as they wrap their arms around my neck again. They lift themselves up to bury their nose against my collarbone, and a light purr rumbles from them that turns me on even more than their kisses.
They drag me back to their mouth, and I sigh into the way they kiss me. It’s less frantic now they’ve calmed down, savoring me, nibbling on my lip before sweeping their piercing down the line of my tongue to make me weak.
“What do you want me to call you?” I ask as I pull back from the kiss. “Since you already know who I am.”
“Ollie,” they say. “But that’s all you’re getting. I’m not here to make a thing of this. I know you’re wondering what’s between my legs, and I’m here to get my pussy licked.”
I drop my forehead against her thigh as I groan at her honesty. I would be happy with whatever gender she is as long as she admits she’s my scent match.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman and hold back, but that’s just unfair.”
“Want to make it fair then?” she purrs, pushing at her waistband.
I’m there instantly, tugging down her jeans, practically drooling over the toned muscle of her thighs and calves. I drop a quick kiss on her calf as I pull them off, which sends a shudderrippling through her. I chuckle as I push the jeans aside and scale her body again.
“I’m not even going to ask you if you’re sure you want to do this. I have to taste you so badly.”
“Who’s stopping you, Kane?” she says as she spreads her legs. As maple syrup swirls up from her pussy, I swear I’m going to go into rut right here.
“God, you really do something to me when you say my name like that,” I say as I trail kisses up her thigh to reach her pussy. “I’m not letting you go now.”
A growl tumbles from her, and she lifts herself onto her elbows. It’s like she’s making sure she won’t miss a moment as maple syrup wafts from her.
