After our first meeting, I knew he had a short fuse, and it makes me happy knowing how short it is tonight. I want him wanting.
I shake my head, smiling like a temptress when his nostrils flare and he takes another step closer, because I know he wants this too.
“You want to be my first, don’t you, Alpha?” I pop the tip of my finger in my mouth and suck off my own slick while looking at him. He watches my finger before his eyes move down my throat to the bodice. My breasts look amazingly lush squished in the tight confines. And yeah, I tease him, pulling my nipple out of the tight bodice I’m wearing. “Please.”
“I can’t, Heidi!” The sudden intrusion echoes off the walls of my nest, but then it floats right out the door, past where he’s standing now.
“Why?”
“It’s wrong, that’s why!”
“How can we be wrong?” I whisper across the shorter space separating us. He’s coming closer with each word I say.
I roll away from him, hiding my smile before I wave my ass like I saw on the porn site. I am inexperienced sexually. I’ve never had a person touch my pussy or lick my nipples. But it’s all I want.
Being an Omega, and one that emerged so early, my mother explained in medical terms what that meant for me. The rest I discovered on Omega information sites, and OmegaHub where I’ve been doing all my research.
Counting backwards from ten, I make it to seven before there is a rush of his scent as he drops behind me. I can feel his conflict: frustration, anger, guilt mixed with raging eagerness, and his own desire.
Ayden’s breathing is loud and a strangled groan falls from his chest as he flexes his fingers around my waist, keeping my ass up in front of him. His hands move, they twist around and skate up my skin before he nudges me to lean forward.
“Are you sure?” His voice is clipped, nearly robotic, but his scent is so thick and heated with his arousal. And it fills my nest. His presence surrounds me, adding to the feeling I’m about to catch fire.
I gasp when his fingers trail slowly down my spine. He palms my ass cheeks with his hands, making another deep rumble echo in my ears before one hand trails over the front of my chest, while the other moves the string of my panties.
He groans as his finger rubs through the slick drenching my pussy and I squeeze my eyes shut at how close I am to coming.
“Just for you,” I whisper, not wanting to break the spell, but I don’t think he hears me, his fingers moving through my slick.
My body feels like it’s tensing up, tighter and tighter the more his fingers swirl through the outside of my wet pussy. I can feel his small movements behind me, but I stay stock still as he undresses himself with one hand. The fingers on his other hand keep me more than distracted, while the small noises he makes have me getting wetter still.
He pulls his hand away from my body, and I go to roll over, but he plants his other hand on my hip. I twist around to watch him finish undressing; his green eyes are locked on my pussy.
“I’m not sure I should do this,” he whispers quietly, almost forlornly as he crawls closer and uses his forehead against the side of my head to stop my movements. He whispers something against the shell of my ear, his words inaudible.
And then he strikes. He stops hovering in uncertainty as he drops his weight down on me. I freeze, the intrusion of his tip has me wondering if he’s going to fit.
He groans. “Jesus, Heidi… you feel good.”
“Take me, Ayden,” I say louder this time. I don’t want him to ever think I don’t want him. I get bolder again when I push backwards, making his hardness drive further inside my body.
“This is going to hurt.”
ChapterFour
Iwas right about only getting one chance to enjoy being alone with Ayden. And like I knew it would be, the weekend with Ayden was incredible. He laughed a lot, and we spent a lot of time in my nest, him showing me what my body could do. There was a small part of me disappointed he never came inside me and always kept his eyes closed when we messed around, but it was still amazing.
“How was your day? Anything happen?” he asks as we make out in the storeroom again.
At least we don’t pretend to sit and eat first. These days, I place an order to go before I spend precious minutes exploring the joys of closet make-out sessions.
I don’t answer him, instead I drop to my knees, my back sliding down the wall as I watch him. A blaze of heat makes his eyes black, and his scent thickens like it always does when we fool around.
I open his pants, and he grunts in warning but crowds closer, caging against me at the same time. I barely get the chance to open my mouth and he’s pushing himself in between my lips, his hips already moving.
A drop of his taste is on my tongue, and my body explodes in a crush of heat. I get off on how close he is to coming.
“Heidi, are you in the toilet?” Bradley’s voice calls out. “We need to go.”
