Page 19 of Sweat & Honey


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“What about you?” I ask. “Do you regret meeting me?”

Jude’s head jerks up, eyes wide, and our bond answers before he does.

It blooms with his obvious excitement, a brilliant, sunlit burst of emotion, but he doesn’t say anything. He just ducks his head, shy and sweet, a blush creeping up his neck.

But I know he doesn’t regret me. After all, nothing settles an omega more than a warm nest and a deep knot.

“I need to touch you.” I move forward, pushing Jude gently onto his back and covering his body with mine.

“Alpha,” he gasps, his hands flying to my shoulders. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“I don’t fucking care.” Then I kiss him.

His lips are impossibly soft, and he tastes like the sweet orange juice he just drank and something uniquely, deliciously him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I murmur as I lift up to admire him.

The compliment makes him smile, a real, genuine smile that reaches his eyes. “You think I’m gorgeous?” Jude whispers, like he can’t believe it.

“Fuck, yes.” I slip the tip of my nose over his. “You’re so small and sweet.”

Jude giggles, then he whispers, "You're…really big. Everywhere." His face immediately flushes crimson red, and I can’t help but smile.

Everything about this omega is so endearing and incredibly hot.

Then, without any warning, Jude leans up and kisses me. It’s a quick, shy press of his lips against mine, but when he leans back, he looks away, like he’s embarrassed he took a kiss.

It drives me fucking wild.

I growl, low in my chest, and then I kiss him hard. The shift is immediate. His body, soft and pliant beneath mine, melts into the mattress. I feel his legs shift, spreading wider before they wrap around my hips, pulling me closer. He makes a desperate, needy noise in the back of his throat as I kiss him, tasting him, sucking his tongue into my mouth.

My cock grows hard, a thick, demanding ridge pressing against his thigh through my briefs, and the sweet scent of Jude’s slick begins to fill the room, a potent perfume that promises everything I want.

I feel his little cock harden between us, a delicate, twitching pressure against my stomach.

I want to fuck him senseless, but first, I need to taste him.

Breaking the kiss, I crawl down his lithe body, my mouth leaving a wet trail down his chest and stomach. I take his cock into my mouth, swallowing him down in one smooth motion, making my omega gasp.

Jude tastes clean and sweet, with a faint, salty hint of his pre-cum. I can take all of him, his small length hitting the back of my throat easily. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him hard, my tongue swirling around the head before I lick him up from base to tip.

At the same time, I stick two fingers deep inside his tight ass. His hole is still puffy and sensitive from his heat, but it eagerly sucks my fingers in, a hot, wet grip that makes my own cock throb.

“So good,” Jude whimpers, his voice soft and breathy. “That feels…so good.” His shy praise only spurs me on.

Opening my throat, I swallow him all the way down, pushing my nose hard against his soft belly. The tip of his dick pushes into my throat, and Jude moans loudly. His fingers tangle in my hair, a desperate, grounding touch.

Then I feel it—a hot, salty pulse as my omega comes down my throat.

His whole body shakes, a violent, beautiful tremor that runs from his thighs all the way up to his shoulders. The taste of him, the feel of his body surrendering completely, makes my own cock ache, a hard, demanding throb that I can’t ignore for another second.

Unable to wait a second longer, I pop off his cock, shoving down my briefs in one rough motion. I grip his ass hard and lift his lower body up into the air. Then I shove my cock deep into his ass, burying myself to the hilt in one hard thrust. I’m on my knees, holding his hips in a bruising grip as I fuck him senseless, my body pistoning, driving into him again and again.

Jude’s little cock slaps against his own stomach with every thrust, leaving wet smacks of spit and cum everywhere.

The feeling is indescribable.

It’s a primal, dominant rush, a sense of absolute rightness as I take what’s mine.