“Huh?”
“Do you have family to take care of you?”
I dropped my eyes at his forceful question.
“N-not in the city.”
“Then you stay,” he murmured, his voice was filled with sleepiness and something deep and primal I could not put a name to, but it made my sex achy. Despite myself, I thought back to his member and how big he was and how his knot felt in my hands.
I licked my lips.
“Relax,” he murmured into my hair. Problem was, I couldn’t with his thumb caressing my knee. I squirmed against him again. His heart thumped against my cheek. Even the sound of his pulse made my stomach clench, and spread achiness between my thighs. I shuddered, squeezing my eyes tight. “Are you okay?”
His whispered words reached inside my stomach and took hold. I didn’t know what possessed me to tell the truth. “No,” I whispered.
“What is it?”
I licked my lips. “I ache.”
He clicked his teeth.
“Where do you ache?” he asked huskily.
ThatI couldn’t bring myself to verbalize so I buried my face in his chest. His hand slid up my thigh, stopping halfway to where I wanted him. I clenched my legs together.
Heat pulsed over my flesh, making me tense up. “Your pussy, baby?” I nodded hard, still not uncovering my face.
“My poor bunny aches,” he breathed. “Let me get rid of it, yes?”
“Yes,” I breathed. My face practically burned my hands, but I couldn’t stop flexing my hips to get more pressure on my needy parts.
“Yes,Alpha—say it,” he ordered.
Oh, that did so many things to me. I moved my hips, searching for something, anything to get rid of the aching agony.
“Yes, Alpha, please,” I rasped.
“You’re such a good Omega.” His hand slipped under the soft robe, raking up the cotton. I didn’t have underwear on. My eyes widened, and my breathing came faster. “I like when you call me that, baby.”
A needy moan slipped free.
“Let me through.” His fingers caressed the front of my sex, petting the small tuff of hair I left when shaving because I was too scared to cut myself. “Bunny.” His tone turned slightly chastising and I immediately slackened the tension of my legs, but kept my face covered. “Good girl.”
What was it about his soft, praising words? It caused another rush of liquid to dampen my thighs. He would feel how wet I was. His fingers slipped over my mound and grazed teasingly over the wet folds.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“Why are you sorry?”
“The slick. I can’t help it.”
His chuckle made my sex throb.
“Bunny, that’s nothing to be sorry about.” His finger dipped into my entrance, and I gasped into my hands. His nose nudged my temple, and he inhaled as if breathing me in. He stuffed another finger inside, shallowly pumping, his upper hand pressing against my clit. My goodness, it felt too good, sosofull, I couldn’t stop squirming. He rolled his fingers.
I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut.
His large body shuddered and he pressed a kiss to my head.
