Page 49 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

“Don’t you dare apologize,” I say, cradling his face in my hands and forcing him to look at me. “I literally said you could look, okay? I like you looking. I like knowing that you like what you’re seeing. I need you to at least try to believe what I’m saying or this will never work, okay?”

“O—okay," he nods.

I lean back and give him a second to take me in. His gaze lingers on my face, as if he’s gauging whether I’m being serious, but when he sees what he needs to, his gaze starts to drop. It’s slow and intentional, like he’s doing everything in his power to memorize every part of me.

“You look—you look stunning," he breathes. “It makes sense why men have fought wars over women, when I look at you.”

Oh wow.

Fuck, now it’s my turn to blush.

“That’s—that’s really sweet,” I say, nervously brushing some of my messy hair away from my face. “Well, then, the next thing I want to say is you can touch me.”

To me, it feels self-explanatory that if I chose to get into bed with him and fall asleep in his arms that I’d be okay with him touching me. And who am I to blame him for being attracted to me?

I know exactly how attractive men find me. It’s been my only strength, my only source of power throughout my life.

But despite that, knowing that Milo is turned on by me means something special to me.

I also know that given the bullshit he’s been put through that he needs more reassurance and what’s obvious to me won’t be to him.

“I like that you’re attracted to me, Milo,” I say, taking his hand and bringing it to my heart, right above the neckline of my tank top. “I like being able to see and feel that, you know?”

And smell it, too. God, his scent practically explodes out of him as he leaves his hand frozen on my chest. He’s not quite touching my tits, but he’s awful close.

“I like you touching me too,” I say softly. “But if you’re ever unsure about whether or not I want or like something, just ask. I’m an open book, you can trust me to tell you if I’m not a fan of something, I promise.”

He swallows hard, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip.

“Can—can I ask you something?" He whispers, his voice so strained it’s like he’s afraid if he speaks too loudly this will all disappear.

“Of course,” I answer.

My pulse is racing through my veins. He can probably feel my heart practically beating out of my chest.

“May I—may I kiss you?”

“Please,” I breathe out.

The moment that one syllable leaves my lips, his lips are on mine. His kiss is surprisingly hungry, and even though he’s a little clumsy with it, I can practically taste the need that’s radiating from every pore in my body.

His lips are just as soft as I’ve always thought they looked. I reach up and tangle my hands in his hair, tugging at the longer strands and using it to guide the rhythm. He’s a quick learner. A very eager one at that, too.

I can feel slick starting to pool in my panties.

It’s a different kind of kiss than the one I had with Theo, but it makes sense in my brain. This kiss fits Milo. It fits us together.

His hand that’s still resting against my heart flexes against me and I feel him pull away.

My chest heaves as my eyes flutter open.

Wow. If this is what it’s like just making out with a scent match, I wonder what it would be like to actually fuck.

“I have another question,” Milo pants, his words coming out in a fast-paced jumble.

“Go ahead.”

“Can—can I touch you—touch you more?” His gaze doesn’t drop from mine as he asks this question. It’s like he has to see me say yes in order to believe it.

Well, I can do better than just saying yes.

“Go for it,” I say, reaching down to the hem of my tank top and slipping it up and over my head before he can protest.

His eyes go wide.

He’s definitely not looking at my face now.

My nipples were already rock hard before I took off my top, but now, they’re practically blinking neon signs saying “touch me! Touch me now!”

A groan leaves his throat. A deliciously desperate sound.

Damn, I never thought I’d be into an alpha making a sound like that, but it sure does stroke my ego.

I reach out and take his hand, skimming it up my side until he’s cupping me.

“Fuck—” He practically coughs out.

“We could do that too,” I murmur against his lips before kissing him.

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.”

“Did—did you have fun?" He asks, biting his bottom lip.

“I did,” I say, brushing some of his messy hair away from his face. “I really did.”

I lean in and kiss him softly. His hands come to rest at my waist as he eagerly settles into a softer, more intimate rhythm.

“I’ll let you clean yourself up,” I whisper. “I’ll be helping Stone with his bandages, okay?”

“Okay,” Milo nods.

“That was the best I’ve ever slept, by the way. We should do that some more too,” I say over my shoulder as I shut the door to Milo’s bedroom behind me.