Page 153 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

I swing my leg over his lap so I’m sitting on his lap, his hardness pressed against where I need him most. My thin sleep shorts do nothing to hide the feel of him.

Both of his hands come up to play with my nipples, brushing over them gently with his thumbs. The soft, almost teasing touches sent jolts of pleasure straight down to my core.

His gunmetal scent grows so thick in the air around us that it consumes me. The only thing that’s on my mind is Milo. The feel of his lips against mine. The way his hands and long, strong fingers feel against my soft flesh. The feel of him underneath me.

I circle my hips, grinding down on him as I moan into his mouth, trying to ease the insatiable ache that’s building between my thighs.

A strangled sound leaves his throat, and he stiffens, jerking away from the kiss. I blink my eyes open in surprise, only to see him hiding his face into one of the pillows.

“Is—is everything okay?” I ask between pants. The worry I feel for him instantly stops me in my tracks. Did I go too far? Did I fuck up somehow?

He doesn’t answer me. He just keeps his face buried in the pillow.

I sit back, trying to figure out what the hell happened when I see it.

A wetspot on the front of his sweats.

“Did you—” Oh my God, he totally did. Milo totally just came in his pants after making out.

“I’m sorry," he mumbles, his voice muffled in the pillow.

The wave of relief that hits me crashes into me so hard that I can’t help but grin.

“Oh my God, I thought I fucked up and did something wrong!” I say, leaning over him and trying to tug his face out of the pillow he seems to want to smother himself with. “Milo, look at me.”

He finally lifts his head from the pillows. God, he looks like a puppy, with his big amber eyes.

“I’m sorry, I—I just—I’ve never done this before.”

Well, there’s something else I didn’t know would turn me the hell on. A sultry smile tugs at my lips and I run a hand down his chest.

“Well, that just means I’ll have to teach you, sometime, hm?” I murmur, leaning in and brushing my lips against his gently. “I find that hot.”

His brows draw down in confusion as his gaze darts between my eyes and back down to my lips. I can see him fight to keep his gaze on my face and he’s surprisingly successful, considering this is the first time he’s ever seen a girl topless.

“You find it hot that—that I’ve never done anything with a woman.”

“I do,” I say, rubbing small, reassuring circles over his heart. “I promise.”

He swallows hard before giving me a jerky nod.

“You really are so gorgeous," he says. “And—and I’d love to learn, just—just maybe a different time, this is all so much and I—I?—”

I cut off his fast paced and slightly jumbled words with a finger to his lips.

“I get it,” I say, flashing him a reassuring smile. “Just let me know when and I’m there. I’d love to teach you.”

“I—I should probably get cleaned up.” He glances away, his cheeks turning pink again.

I take that as my sign to head out. I’m due to change Stone’s bandages again. I find my tank top, tossed to the side of Milo’s bed and slide it on over my head.

Milo’s hand wraps around my wrist as I move to stand from his bed.

“This—this was a lot of fun," he says, staring up at me as he rests on his knees on the bed. I can see his racing pulse, pounding away at the base of his neck.

Fuck, the sight makes me want to sink my teeth there and bond us together. Bond him to me for the rest of our lives.

“I’m glad,” I say, a bright smile on my lips. “It’s supposed to be! And it really only goes up from here.”