Page 22 of The Omega’s Nest

“I’m so sorry,” he says around his panting. The water continues to crash around us, steam fogging up the glass and the air.

I let him slip from my mouth.

“What for?” I ask and glance up. I slide my tongue over my lips, catching the last of the taste.

His groan is heartfelt as he leans down and hauls me to my feet.

“I’ll do better next time, I promise. I can last, I promise,” he says and kisses me. He sounds genuinely apologetic about it.

I pull away and look up at him. “Leo, that was really hot.”

He doesn’t look like he believes me and he smells guilty. I don’t get it.

“I can do better,” he repeats, firmer this time, a little frown between his eyebrows.

I can’t help my smile. “It was perfect, though.”

A lightness enters his scent, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah?”

“Definitely,” I assure him. His taste? His cock in my mouth? Even a few seconds is better than every other alpha who’s been there before him.

He slides his hand behind my nape, into my wet hair. He still smells unsure, but he kisses me, murmurs against my lips, “I can last, I promise.”

And then he’s kissing me, a deep kiss, a kiss full of that promise. But I don’t get what he’s so worried about—this is Leo, what’s he got to worry about? Omegas would line up to get his come in their mouth.

Back in my nest, Leo had wasted no time getting his come all over my skin. I stroked him off as he bracketed himself over me, kissing me, breaking away to study every inch of my body as I squirmed beneath him.

A desperation remained in his scent, like he was doing everything he could to last, but I wanted his come, his scent on my skin. So I tightened my grip, bit my bottom lip, and looked up at him from under the fall of my drying hair.

Leo made a punched-out sound and shot all over my stomach, my chest, a drop catching on my bottom lip.

“Dear God. Addie!”

He’d rubbed it in, kissed it off my lips, and now he’s holding me, running his nose up and down my throat, scenting me.

It’s so unbelievably nice, I could almost purr. I’ve never purred before, but if he keeps this up, I’m going to start.

Leo chuckles, and it rumbles through me where we’re pressed together. He’s a warm weight, shielding me from the world.

“What?” I ask and scratch my short nails against his scalp.

He brings his face out from between my shoulder and throat, a smile I know well on his face. It’s warm, light—it’s the same smile that used to make me lose all train of thought when we were in high school.

“Do you remember when we snuck out on New Year’s?”

I groan and try to cover my face. Leo grabs my hand and pulls it back. He shifts to the side, props his head in his hand, and clasps mine with his other one, resting our joined palms over my heart.

“No, no, none of that,” he says, laughter in his voice.

“Why would you remind me?” I whine.

Leo laughs, then leans down to kiss me—a quick peck of his lips like we’ve been doing it all our lives. “It was cute.”

“Ugh.” I groan and squeeze my eyes shut. We’d snuck out with a bottle of vodka stolen from my father’s stash. At seventeen, and having never had a drink in my life, by the time we’d made it to the beach where we had our bonfires—a ten minute walk from my place—I’d been staggering and falling against Leo’s side. I remember the thick band of his arm hauling me up, his laughter as he stopped me from falling on my face. His voice had been soft, amused, when he’d said, “Don’t worry, Addie, I’ll never let you fall.”

“Too cute,” he says now, with a grin in his voice.

I open my eyes and scowl at him.