Page 51 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

I’m not a purist and think virginity is a social construct, but I’d be fucking lying if there wasn’t a part of me that’s absolutely thrilled at the idea of being the first one to show Reyna what it’s like for the pleasure to be all on her.

A smirk tugs at my lips.

“Well then, lucky me,” I purr.

“Lucky you?" She asks, her brows drawing down in confusion. “Aren’t I the lucky one? I’m the one who’s getting the most out of it.”

“I mean it when I say lucky me, Wildflower. Let’s just say I’m a generous man. The best thing in the fucking world is knowing that you’re feeling good and that I’m the reason for it.”

Her breaths are coming in short, quick pants, making her chest heave under that tiny tank top.

“Oh, well, good for me," she says, an almost shy smile appearing on her face. “You’ve set my expectations high, you know. I haven’t come with an alpha before either.”

My jaw clenches and I throw my head back.

“God, Wildflower, you’re killing me here. You’re making me want to hunt down all the guys who have been stupid enough to take the fucking goddess you are for granted and slam their head into a wall until they realize how they’ve fucked up.”

She giggles and rolls her eyes.

“You don’t have to go that far,” she says, her voice soft as she runs a hand down my chest. “All you’ve gotta do is live up to your promise of making me feel good and then I’ll pretty much forget about anyone else, deal?”

“Deal.”

She rises to her knees, shifting so that she’s only straddling one of my thighs. It would probably be difficult for her to actually take her shorts off if she were straddling both, considering how wide my legs are.

I hold my breath as I watch her slowly trail her hands down her body, her fingertips dipping underneath the hem of her shorts.

“You’re being such a tease,” I growl, my hands flexing as I keep them still behind my head.

“I call it putting on a good show,” she says with a wink.

That’s when she tugs off both those tiny sleep shorts and the even tinier pair of panties she was wearing underneath them, leaving her gorgeous pussy bare to my gaze.

“I didn’t really expect to do this, so I haven’t shaved in a week or so?—”

“You’re stunning,” I breathe out, my intense gaze locking onto her face. “Now sit on my face before I die of thirst, Wildflower.”

Her expression grows sultry as she crawls up my body. I lower myself on the bed so that she can straddle my face.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I’m face to face with the gates of heaven.

“Put your hands on the headboard, Wildflower,” I growl, my voice so low it’s barely audible. “Trust me, you’ll need the support.”

When I’m sure she’s steady, I grip her hips and pull her down towards my face.

I give her pussy a broad lick, relishing the sweetness of her slick and a groan vibrates through my chest.

She throws her head back from the moment my tongue makes contact with her hot flesh and moans.

The sound and the slight tremble to her thighs around my head fuel the fire burning inside me.

Oh, this is just the start.

I’m consumed with the need to, well, consume her. My tongue alternates between broad sweeping strokes to tight circles around her clit before I suck it into my mouth. She lets out a strangled cry as she finally starts shifting her hips to ride my face.

I use the hold I have on her hips to encourage her movement.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” She chants, her voice growing progressively more strained with each word.

She shifts her hips and I start fucking my tongue up into her pussy, tasting her delicious sweet and tangy slick directly from the source. My nose presses into her clit and she starts riding my face in earnest now.

Air is optional.

Fuck breathing.

Especially when I’m practically breathing her in. All of her. Her desire, her pleasure, her need.

Her legs tremble around my head and her moans turn into strangled cries as she braces herself on my headboard, her hair falling in a curtain around her face as she rests her forehead on her arms.

“I’m—I’m gonna—I’m gonna?—”

I grip her hips even harder. I can feel the way the muscles in her legs start to lock up, but I can also sense that she’s fighting it.

If I could talk right now, I’d tell her not to fight it. To let herself let go.

But I can’t, so I focus on telling her that with my body.

I keep everything consistent, letting her build up to her climax herself.

Then, her muscles lock. Her legs squeeze around me. She throws her head back.

And she comes. All over my face.

Her chest heaves as her legs tremble with little aftershocks. I continue laying wet kisses along her pussy, easing her through her orgasm.

“Holy shit," she breathes out, brushing some of her hair away from her face to smile down at me.

Her face is flushed, her eyes slightly glazed, and her petrichor scent is so thick in the air around us, it almost feels like breathing in a fog of her.

I take a mental picture, burning the sight of her smiling down at me, a light sheen of sweat making her sparkle in the sunlight, into my brain.

I take a second to catch my breath before grinning back up at her.

“You thought that was it?”

Her eyes go wide, which only makes me grin even harder.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ve only gotten started.”