His growl is driving me out of my mind, and his scent is spiking and mixing with my own. We smell like a fucking coffee shop at Christmas, and I want to lick the combined flavors off his skin.
“Please, alpha, I need you,” I whine, tipping my head back. His nose rubs up the column of my throat, breath heavy and hot on my skin.
“Fuck, Little Lion.” he cages me in his arms, grinding his whole body against me, I can feel him vibrating with tension. “Not here, not without him.” He bends low and scoops me over his shoulder, hand coming up to palm my ass as he stalks back toward the nest.
Holding me in place with one hand wrapping around my thigh, while the other pops the button on his jeans. My whole body is vibrating with the force of his growl and my panties and stretch pants are soaked through. I expect him to toss me in the middle of the nest, but instead he lays me down gently on the mattress. He peels off my pants and panties in one swoop, holding them up to his face for a moment, breathing me in.
“Gonna need to save those for Xan later, so he can smell what he missed out on.” His growl has distorted his voice so much that I can barely recognize it.
His fly is open, but his pants are caught on his hips as he stares down at me, a manic smile on his face. He peels his t-shirt off and I’m struck again by the amount of colors adorning his skin. I just want to trace over them, study them all, I want to draw him, but this isn’t the time or the place.
He leans over me on the nest, almost menacing in his beauty. He grabs the front of my flannel and yanks it open, buttons fly every which way, “Don’t worry, I can fix that,” he grumbles, crawling onto the mattress between my thighs. “My omega,mine!” he growls, the reverberations from his chest sounding nearly inhuman. He slides his pants down over his hips, shaking them off the side of the nest.
Oh, a Jacob’s Ladder…I’ve never seen one in real life before. I mean, I’ve drawn them a lot, they’re super popular with certain clients but wow…
It really is a thing of beauty, long with a slight curve on the end, the row of barbells starting just below the head, 6 down to end just before at the top of his swelling knot.
This is totally not the time to go off on an art tangent.
My thoughts scatter as he settles his weight between my thighs, his hard length pressing against my thigh. “My omega.” He nuzzles against my neck, licking and biting over my pulse point. “Need to bite you, keep you forever.”
Each word is punctuated by a nip, a tiny pinch against my throat, and I can’t stop my whine at the feel of his teeth on me, or how my hips are tilting and rolling, trying to get friction.
“Wait, Jacks. Stop.” And he does–he freezes, I don’t even feel his breath on me anymore, it’s like someone hit pause on my alpha. “I just…I wanna wait on bonding, please. At least….at least until the rest of the guys are here too…maybe…maybe during my heat. Please don’t be mad.”
His breath shudders out, and he wraps his arms tight around my shoulders. “Of course I’m not mad, Little Lion, I’m not even disappointed. I just got carried away.” He rubs his chin against my forehead. “Always tell me if something is wrong or if I make you uncomfortable, ok. Always. Don’t stress yourselfout to make anyone else happy, yeah?” His big warm body is pressing me against the nest, and I want him to keep going, but now I’m worried I lost the moment.
He looks into my eyes, and rubs the wrinkle that is forming between my brows, “Hey now, none of that. I didn’t mean to get so intense. Your scent drives me crazy, sorry.” He kisses me on the nose, and tries to pull away, but I don’t let go.
“Jacks…um.” I bite my lip, trying to figure out how to ask. “I don’t want to stop. Please, I just don’t want to be bonded right now. Sorry.”
Fuck, I’m saying sorry too much again.
He looks skeptical, searching my face for any hint that I’m uncomfortable, but he won’t find it. I want this. I want thisso muchI feel like I might combust right here if he doesn’t kiss me again. Satisfied with what he sees, he does, and oh, it feels so good. I feel like I should thank Xan later for how good of a kisser Jacks is, and of course that thought sends another spiral of heat twisting into my core.
Jacks is rolling his hips against me, stroking against my inner thigh. He is over a foot taller than I am, so things aren’t exactly going to line up right for kissing during sex, but I need him. I shimmy down the mattress, kissing his chin, my tongue tracing down the pulse line of his neck, biting and sucking on his skin, he tastes so good. I nip sharp teeth against his collar bones, and bury my face against his chest and whine.
“Please, Jacks, I need you inside me. Please.” he raises up on his arms, his hips finally pressed even with mine.
“I think we need to scoot back…otherwise I am gonna slide right off this mattress.” he gives me a self-deprecating grin, and yeah, I was trying to position right, but I don’t have his long body to worry about.
He loops one arm around my waist and drags me up to the pillows at the head of the nest. “Besides, I wanna taste you properly first, Little Lion, make sure you’re ready for me.”
I could tell him that I am, but I am not about to turn down oral, plus the piercings make me a bit nervous, but he’s gentle. Oh, so gentle. Kissing me softly, his lips barely brushing against mine, down my jaw and the column of my throat.
Jacks
She’s so soft, and she smells so fucking good. I wish I could just lick her all over, but she’s so tiny next to all of us, and I don’t want to hurt her.
I don’t buy into the hype that all omegas are fragile flowers, hell Janey used to hold me down and noogie me on a regular basis, but size wise, they’re just tiny.
Fuck, I wish she were here, so I could ask her for advice on omegas, I bet she’d love Candice.
This is not the time to be thinking about that, that rabbit hole is more like a bottomless pit.
My dandelion’s eyes are a clear icy blue with green and gold flecks, her hair is down and curls and frizz spill over her shoulders. She looks like some sort of primal fertility goddess, and I should worship her, give her anything. Everything. Everything that I am, broken as it is. But Xan put me back together, sort of. I think I might still be missing pieces, but maybe my goddess can fill them in. Maybe she knows where all my splintered bits went.
I kiss her lips softly, a barely there breath across her own, and down her jaw and neck. She jerks and giggles, my dandelion goddess is ticklish, and I smile against her skin, nipping my teeth against her collarbone to take away the tickle. Down across the stiff bud of her nipple, my tongue comes out to lavish attention on one, while my hand comes up to pluck and tease the other. Soon she is whining, soft and sweet, and the sound makes my cock so hard that I could hammer nails with it. Switching sides, I move to torture her other peak with my tongue, trailing my hand down her rounded stomach. She giggles again and I use my teeth on her nipple, turning the laugh into a gasp.
