He’s quick as he grips my sides, tickling me and I thrash for a moment, until his body is carefully placed over mine.
We decided to stop talking about my ankle, but he’s still very cautious of it as he uses his elbows to hold most of his weight. His palms are cradling my head, fingertips roaming through my hair. I feel so small, but also so protected at this moment. I want to bask in it forever.
“Of course I remember your promise. I don’t think I heard a single word at my meeting earlier. All I could think about was howmyOmega made a promise to make me feel good later.”
“Is that right?”
He presses his hips against my body, the sign of his hard length obvious. The massive Alpha leans down, his lips nearly touching the shell of my ear.
“You’re all I thought about all day.”
I can’t help the goosebumps that pebble all over my flesh from those words. I’ve never been with a man who’s all in the way Jonah is. I mean, sure, even if my parents were obsessed with one another, I only saw small glimpses of how much my fathers adored my mother, but being on the receiving end is something else.
“What were you hoping for?” I ask, with what feels like a lump in my throat.
There’s still this fear of disappointing him, like one day he’ll realize I’m not worth this amount of trouble or adoration. Jonah has everything. This beautiful house, his family, money; he could have any Omega he wants, yet he’s claiming me. I’m trying to be kinder to myself, but sometimes I wonder if I deserve this pack’s attention.
“We could just lie like this and I’d be happy,” he says, kissing the spot behind my ear and going lower.
I need to take control of this before he gives me another orgasm and asks for nothing in return. So, I slide my hand between us, grabbing his length through his briefs.
Quick little flashbacks of him knotting me during my heat scroll through my mind and I lick my lips as his pretty blue eyes meet mine.
“What are you going to do with that, princess?” he asks.
My ankle does throw a wrench in some positions I have in mind, but I want this all to be about Jonah. I want to show him I appreciate him, that I’m just as into him, if not more, than he is into me.
“Briefs off, and stand at the edge of the bed,” I order him and he raises a dark blond brow at me.
He kisses my throat before listening to my orders. I watch as he slides his underwear off, his large cock springing free as he unconsciously strokes it a few times.
I’m nervous, but I want to be bold. I need Jonah to know that I’m not some timid Omega with a sappy story. I know what I want, and he’s it.
He watches me intensively as I shift my body lengthwise, so my head is right by his thighs. My blush pink nightgown still covers everything, but the way Jonah looks at me, you would think I’m completely naked and not donning a massive cast on my leg.
“Are you planning on spoiling me?” he asks.
I like the sound of that. Instead of answering, I slide my head over the edge of the bed, my hair tumbling down to the floor as blood pumps to my face. My scent mingles with Jonah’s as I stare at his fat cock. It’s veiny, hard for me, and his knot is slightly inflated at the base.
He slides his hand down my throat, and between my breasts, before grabbing the hem of my nightgown and tugging it up my body.
It’s a considerable effort, but I lift and shift myself as needed so he can remove the satin from my body completely. I feel completely exposed as I lie back down on the bed, my body wholly bare for his viewing pleasure. I grab on to his thighs and he moves forward, only slightly needing to bend his legs with the height of the bed. Parting my lips, I lick the head of his length before he slowly presses into my mouth. I close my eyes and just let my senses take over.
His hard grasp on my breast has me pressing my thighs together. It’s almost as erotic as the way our citrusy scents work perfectly together. The stretch of my lips, making room for his considerable size and how strong and large his thighs feel under my fingers make me endlessly needy for him.
“Pinch me if you need me to stop. God, this fucking throat,” he says, accentuating his words by sliding his thumb along my neck as his cock pushes deeper, making me gag.
He doesn’t stop, and I don’t want him to. I want him to take what he wants, which should be me in every willing position. I crave Jonah’s obsession, and maybe some sick part of me needs to cement the fact that all those other Omegas he brought around the pack were never going to be enough.
“Fuck, Shiloh,” he says, leaning forward, driving his dick deeper down into my throat, and cups my dripping pussy.
He doesn’t start slow or soft, he simply slides two fingers inside of me, hitting that spot he’s become the owner of. The pleasure has me moaning around him, drool pooling down the sides of my mouth as the blood in my body pulsates in my face and clit at the same time.
Jonah’s hand gently wraps around my throat and I wonder if he can feel his cock shifting deeper.
He pulls back, along with his hand on my clit as he lets me breathe. I take a few deep inhales as Jonah steps away, his upside-down face looking at me.
“Looks like we have a guest. Should we toss him out, or should I let him play with that wet pussy of yours?” Jonah asks.
