But still… his ass…
If I keep telling myself it’s just my fucking alpha side responding to an omega, and I really don’t have feelings for him, then it’ll be okay. Everything I think is there, all my stupidexcitement and those cliché fluttering nerves, it’s all because he’s an omega. It has nothing to do with him as a person.
But I can’t stop imagining how his ass could fit in my hands, because it’s definitely small enough that I could hoist Luke up my body and bring my lips to his.
I press my hands against my face as I groan in the dark.
I didn’t think Luke’s ass would be so toned. He wears jeans and loose T-shirts, so I’ve only seen an outline, but he looks like he has muscle on him. And that just makes me want to know how much give his ass has. How tight he is. How much pressure he can take.
Turning onto my side, I try to get my head together. I can’t keep thinking like this. I have to find a way to make it stop.
I drop my hands, pushing my face into my pillow, and I suddenly freeze.
A bolt goes through my body as I gasp. Grabbing the pillow, I bury my face into it. But no, I’m not wrong. It’s really there.
I take in the deepest breath I can, moaning hard as maple syrup floods my nose, winding its way down my throat, drifting over the back of my tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as need burns in my body, and I shudder.
Forcing my nose harder into it, I inhale deeply, searching for more.
I can’t figure out what’s going on. Why is this scent here?
Still sniffing, I keep licking, grinding my hips as my cock hardens, and I growl.
The anger that rattles constantly inside me since I discovered Luke is an omega flares.
Disappointment is there, too, swimming around the blend of rage and need that winds me up as I pull my face from the pillow, panting with desire. I moan as I roll my hips, and I tell my body to stop because this is exactly what omegas do.
Because what’s the perfect way to get an alpha addicted to you? Force your way into their life and do fucked up shit like feed them slick, show off your ass, and scent mark their bed.
Even though I’m hurt that he’s met my expectations, I’m annoyed at myself for grabbing my hard cock and hurriedly stroking myself because I need this so fucking much.
I lift myself up, moving to all fours, and press my face back into the pillow so I can keep dragging in the scent. I don’t care if I start choking; I just want that fucking smell buried in me.
I moan as more images flash through my mind before I can stop them: Luke smiling up at me in the kitchen, showing off his newest dish, before I turn him around, grab the back of his neck, and push him to the countertop. It would be exactly the same position he was in when he reached for my bowl of oatmeal. But I could make him feel my cock and what he does to me.
I’d fuck him as a punishment for sneaking into my life like this, for taking advantage, for flirting and toying with me.
I find the spot on the pillow where the scent is strongest. It’s not slick, but it’s not perfume either. But I’m too hyped on the scent to care as I lick at it to get more.
All I can think of is lifting his apron, finding his ass, and sliding into him as his slick floods around my cock. I want to hear his cries, and how he’d breathlessly call my name, and how he’d hold on to the counter and shake as I drive into him.
Groaning, I slow my hand down. I don’t want to come too quickly, but the fantasy of Luke is growing more detailed and fucking erotic.
Like making him turn his head so he can look at me each time I thrust into his ass. And the tears in his eyes as he sinks into pleasure as I fuck him over and over again.
I can almost hear his voice in my head, trembling, moaning, begging me for more.
In my mind, I lean forward, taking his lips. But in my bedroom, I inhale deeply, rubbing my nose against the pillow as the maple syrup invades me.
My fantasy grows stronger, and I use my weight to keep Luke trapped under me as I lick at his skin. I run my tongue over him to suck up every bead of sweat, his tears, his gasps, and explore the inside of his mouth.
He whines for me, curving his back to present his neck and show me he’s ready for a bite.
Timber…I hear him gasp, and I’m leaning down, groaning as I bare my teeth and claim him.
Crying out as pleasure burns through me, I’m coming so hard my cock trembles and aches, and I still can’t stop myself from pumping.
