“Please, Matteo. My head is so full of things I don’t want to see, I need you to consume my thoughts. Make me obsess over something else,” I plead.
He hums, the noise coming from deep in his chest, almost like a purr.
“Your wish is my command. Although, let’s be real, everything I have is yours.” He talks in his barely there voice, but I feel his words and their power. They resonate through every part of me, chasing after the shadows of today. “Since the second I saw you in the alley, you were mine. My girl to treasure, adore until the end of time, and mine to explore. So many things I want to do with, and to, you. We’re just getting started, and no one is going to ruin it for us.”
Matteo reaches down and holds my hands; his touches are slow and tender, and they start to mend me almost right away. He presses our palms together before twisting our hands until his are on top, guiding my hands up his thighs.
His hands fall away from mine, leaving me in control to show him what I need and want. And it’s him. Nothing more, nothing less, because being with Matteo is a craving that grows and grows.
I feel him under my skin in an inexplicable way that only people who have met their soulmate would understand. I trust him, and I trust myself with him.
Pushing his thighs open, I claw my fingers lightly as they creep higher until I can rub him through his pants.
This is what I need. Since meeting him, I have become what feels like the most honest version of myself. I wasn’t lying when I said I needed to obsess, because this Omega needs to soak in everything about her Beta right now.
He groans when I stroke him, and much like mine, the scent of his desire fills the car, slowly but surely, so it’s like we’resitting in a sweet store that specializes in vanilla and caramel candy.
“Do you see what you do to me? My body is trying to show you, and my words are trying to tell you, my heart is screaming too, but this is us. Bound together to find more ways to be manic in our sweet captivation.”
Matteo’s words stay whisper soft, and he uses his scent and his body to show me how true our connection is.
He fills my fist each time I clench my hand around him until we’re both fumbling to free his cock.
“You want this?” he whispers, watching me closely. His brown eyes are warm like melted chocolate, and without saying a word, I can hear him making endless promises.
Freeing my hair, Matteo is careful in the way he bundles it up in his fist, and he uses it to stop me from moving closer. With the other hand, he holds his length at the base. “Show me your pink tongue.”
My mouth is open, and I’m panting with desire. I let my tongue hang out before I widen my mouth as far as it can go.
“Lick it,” he demands.
But with Matteo, his demands don’t come with the push and pull of designation, just the burning intensity he feels. And it’s heady to experience.
I lean forward, and instead of using just the tip of my tongue to lick over the head of his cock, I drag my flattened tongue up his length, from down near his fist all the way up.
“I love how greedy you are.”
Matteo twists his fist, making my hair pull, and it stays tight, the twinge of pain keeping me here with him, not allowing any bad memories to steal our time.
“I nearly died when we realized you were gone today,” he says, his words drowned out by a long groan as I flick my tongue around his crown.
The taste of his pre-come is exactly what I need. The heat of his cock in my mouth feels incredible and thaws parts of me that got frozen by today’s events.
“But I knew you’d survive because you’re the strongest of us.”
He stops talking when I curl my tongue around his head before I add my lips and suck. Matteo’s hips lift, and he pushes himself farther inside my mouth, stretching my lips, before he sits back down.
I look up at him while I trail my tongue over the ridges of his cock, licking off the beading pre-come. He raises an eyebrow expectantly, but I’m already poking my tongue out to show him. I wish I had a mirror to see it, but the look in his eyes is good too. His reaction has me switching my plan from doing this slowly to me wanting more of him in my mouth.
“I love how you know what I want.” He urges me on with a flick of his chin and a slow spreading grin over his stunning face. “Show me how good you suck cock. And then, together, we’ll find out how much you can swallow.”
He’s letting me rush this, because as much as this is about him and me, it’s also about the other two Alphas waiting upstairs.
We move as one, pretty much like we always do, and once I am close enough for him to take over, he wraps his hands around my face and slowly increases his thrusts.
His unique taste coats my tongue as his cock slides down my throat. I sit up on my knees to take him deeper at the same time he thrusts up. And I gag.
I gag so much, I have to sit back on my heels for a second to catch my breath. I go to wipe the mess from my lips and off my chin, but he stops me with a look. A look that is like holding a live wire to my skin. I take him again in my mouth, breathing past the gags, spurred on by the sound of his praise.
