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CHAPTER 16

Weston had believed he would never convince Leandro he loved him as he deserved. He knew he was most likely making a mistake by going too fast with the prickly Omega, but after being offered his very dreams on a silver platter, he couldn’t find the strength to walk away.

His need for his Omega was all-consuming and Weston wanted nothing more than to dive headfirst into whatever relationship he could get with Leandro. That said, he feared he would end up driving Leandro away by giving into his baser needs, but try as he might, in that moment, Weston just hadn’t cared.

Every cell in his body was craving his Omega. He needed Leandro more than his next breath and Weston planned on proving to his sweet, yet feisty Omega that they needed each other to make their lives complete. He just hoped Leandro wouldn’t run the first chance he got because he had no doubt, the Omega’s heat was driving him to admit to things he never would have before.

His hands roamed over all that creamy skin that he’d had the honor of touching. It had amazed him when he’d helped change the dressing on his leg to realize Leandro had very little to nothing over his body. Even after four weeks on the road, he hadn’t grown any actual beard. There had been some hair on his face, but it grew in patches instead of one cohesive beard.

It made him silky smooth, and Weston had become addicted each time he’d helped Leandro not only with the bullet wound but also when he’d needed help to change clothes because his leg had hurt too much. He was certain he could become addicted to running his fingers over all that smooth skin.

And damn, but the scent of his slick as his body prepared itself for Weston had infused into his nose and lungs, causing Weston’s cock to throb painfully as the need to claim the Omega was all he could think about. And his taste had Weston’s mouth watering for even more, as he devoured that luscious mouth before moving down his neck, inhaling each inch of him to imprint his aroma until he would know his Omega anywhere.

Needy little whines poured from Leandro as Weston continued down his body, nipping at his nipples before soothing the sting with his tongue. When he got down to that slim, leaking prick, he glanced up to find Leandro’s eyes closed as he writhed on the bed while his hips thrust up as if encouraging him to suck on his hard length.

Not one to disappoint, he held down his Omega’s hips, lapped over his slit, gathering up each bead of fluid that was dripping from it. Salty and sweet, just like Leandro. His Omega was perfect as he sucked him down to the root.

Loving the shout of pleasure, he had been ready for Leandro’s seed to flood his mouth as he savored every single drop. They hadn’t talked about it, but Weston had assumed Leandro had been a virgin since he had claimed several times he’d never been attracted to anyone before.

That first blow job tended to be overwhelming, and he’d known Leandro wouldn’t have lasted long. But that was fine with Weston. It just meant he could continue to stroke that slim body and get his Omega worked up all over again.

Once he’d cleaned that softening dick, Weston had wasted no time moving further south. He wanted to taste Leandro’s essence, and he planned to make a feast of him. He hadn’t skipped on a millimeter of that delectable body as he took each ball into his mouth before moving onto his taint and lifting those hips high into the air to get his first view of Leandro’s pink pucker.

Damn, that was a pretty sight which his cock agreed with as it leaked like a sieve in anticipation of being buried deep inside Leandro’s body until no one, not even his Omega, could deny who he belonged to.

Lying flat on the mattress, he leaned over and inhaled that sweet scent that was all Leandro. Then he buried his face into the crease and licked a strip along his hole, lapping up the slick that was still pouring from his Omega’s body. It was sheer heaven, although he imagined being deep inside of him would feel even better.

“Oh fucking hell,” Leandro cried out even as he pushed his hips down as he worked to get as close to Weston’s mouth as possible.

More than happy to pleasure his Omega, Weston gave him exactly what he wanted as he pushed, licked, and nipped the ring around his hole first before spearing his tongue as deep as it would go. When Leandro was pleading with him for more, Weston slid a finger inside alongside his tongue to further open him up.

The good thing about Omegas, the slick they produced not only eased the way for their Alpha’s cock, but it helps to loosen the muscles. Because this was his kitten’s first time, Weston was intent on making certain he was as ready as for his length as possible.

The last thing he wanted was to cause Leandro any pain, and Weston wasn’t exactly a small guy.

Fingers threaded through his hair, tugging on the strands to get his attention as Leandro cried out, “Please Weston. I need you.”

It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. Surging up that slim body, he kissed his Omega deeply as he placed the head of his dick at Leandro’s entrance. “I’ve got you, love,” he promised as he stared down at the most enticing sight he’d ever seen.

The blue of those eyes had nearly disappeared behind blown pupils while Leandro’s head thrashed back and forth as he was going out of his mind. Hands gripped the sheets beneath them even as that lithe body arched up as if Leandro was determined to get Weston inside of him.

Erotic didn’t even begin to describe Leandro like that. It was a look he planned to elicit as often as possible while he drove his Omega to new heights with each coupling.

Pushing against the ring of muscles, they both sighed when Weston breached that tight hole. Heat, unlike anything he’d ever known, surrounded Weston’s length, squeezing him with Leandro’s tightness. It was everything and more than he’d ever hoped to experience with this amazing man who had captured Weston’s heart so easily.

Everything from his prickliness to his independence as he insisted he could take care of himself, to his sweet and caring nature—even if he had a hard time admitting that about himself—drew Weston to him. He’d been helpless but to love Leandro deep in his soul.

He knew they would still have a long and bumpy road ahead of them, as Leandro would most likely fight against the feelings he had for Weston, but it would be worth it to have his Omega by his side. He wanted his kitten to be his heart and soul. It wasn’t about controlling Leandro or thinking he could tell him what he could or couldn’t do. Weston loved that his Omega would scratch, claw, and bite to prove he was worthy of standing on his own two feet.

No. He just wanted Leandro to want to be with Weston, just as much as he wanted to be with his Omega. There was zero doubt in Weston’s mind they belonged to each other.

Their bodies moved as if they’d been doing this for years instead of it having been the first time. Feeling his orgasm coming, Weston bent down to kiss his sweet Omega in a searing kiss that amplified their feelings at that moment as he thrust deep into the body that had been made just for him.

“Come for me, Leandro,” he called out as Weston’s movements sped up while he chased his own release.

A cry echoed around the room as Leandro held onto Weston’s biceps as if he needed his Alpha to ground him to the earth. Two thrusts later, Weston froze, his cock as deep as it would go inside his Omega.

His seed spilled into his love’s body, filling him up even as Leandro still came between their bodies, coating their abdomens and chests with fluid.

Sweat beaded up along their bodies as they breathed heavily while trying to come down from such a powerful release. If this was what sex was like with Leandro, Weston feared they’d never leave the bedroom again.