Page 31 of Follow Your Instincts (Fairview City Omegaverse)

Maggie

I woke up sweating. Ben was still pressed to my back, our legs intertwined, but we’d kicked off the covers sometimes during the night. Light was peeking through the curtains.

So hot , I thought, and slowly snuck out from under Ben’s arm to go to the bathroom. The air was chilly against my skin. Am I running a fever? Did the cuts get infected?

At that thought, I remembered I could take off the bandages on my hands. I unwrapped them carefully and sighed in relief that they looked a million times better. The scrapes were super shallow and not red at all.

Maybe it’s my leg , I thought and looked down at the bandage around my knee. It didn’t hurt any worse, just a dull pain that pulled a bit when I walked.

I pulled at the collar of Ben’s t-shirt, fanning myself, and looked in the mirror. My skin was flushed, and my eyes were a bit glassy. Maybe I should have someone take me to see Dr. Meninger and make sure it wasn’t some kind of internal infection from the broken rib. That could happen, right?

I went back into the bedroom. I crawled back into the bed, my torso aching from the broken rib, and squirmed back into Ben’s arms. He instinctively tightened his arms around me and sighed.

I was still so hot, but it was nice being in his arms. More than nice.

I turned slowly so I could get my face close to his neck and inhale his scent better.

Fuck, that was good. He was warm, and his scent was rich.

The sweetness of his watermelon scent blended so well with my fruity notes.

I wiggled in as closely as I could. An ache was building that had nothing to do with my injuries, and I was getting panicky.

I couldn’t get close enough to him. He started to stir and groaned softly as I pressed myself against him, gasping at the feeling of his morning erection.

On instinct, I licked up the column of his throat and moaned at the taste of him.

“Maggie,” he groaned and rolled us so he was over me, his hips pressing into mine. He rocked gently, pressing against my sensitive clit, and I moaned again.

“Sorry to wake you up, but I need you,” I said, more of a whimper than words. “Please, Ben, I need you.”

“Sweetheart, you are really testing my control right now.” Ben’s voice was thick with sleep, but he seemed to wake up quickly.

“Then don’t control yourself,” I said, pressing myself up against him until his hips jerked instinctively.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” he said.

Heat was building in me again, almost unbearable, and a cramp started in my stomach. I groaned.

“I’m already hurting,” I whined. “Please.”

Ben eased off of me, his gaze concerned. “I know, that’s why we can’t do this right now, sweetheart.”

I whined. I felt like my body wasn’t my own. Ben caressed the side of my face, then pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, and something seemed to dawn on him.

“What hurts, Maggie?” he asked.

Another wave of heat and cramping hit me. I didn’t respond, just grabbed his hand and pressed it against my pussy, right where the ache was the strongest. I had already soaked through the fabric of his boxers .

“Oh, you’re so wet for me,” Ben said, his voice silky and dangerous. “Is this what you need?” He pressed gently against my clit and I whimpered, nodding. He bit his lip and dragged his hand slowly from between my thighs to my breast, tracing a circle around one peaked nipple.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of you,” he said.

Ben kissed me, gently at first, but that wasn’t what I needed.

I whined again, and Ben finally seemed to take the hint.

He took my mouth fiercely, sweeping his tongue to thrust against mine, and I encouraged him to take more.

He teased me through my panties, tapping lightly on my clit through the fabric.

I tried to thrust more firmly against him, but he stilled my hips.

“Easy, Maggie. I’ll give you what you need. Just trust me,” he said before capturing my mouth again. His kiss was filthy and I imagined what his tongue would feel like thrusting into my soaked pussy.

As if he sensed my tension building, he slipped the boxers off my hips. My panties were stuck to my skin with my own wetness. He slid his hand under the waistband and parted me gently with one finger. He dipped it shallowly into my pussy then swiped a circle over my clit.

My hips bucked and I gasped. It was almost too much. Ben didn’t stop, just stroked me gently until my oversensitive skin adjusted to his touch.

“More,” I moaned into his mouth. “Please.”

“Shhh, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he said and pushed his finger slowly inside me. I rocked my hips to push him deeper. He added another finger, and I was panting against him, desperate for more friction.

“I need you, I need your cock inside me, please,” I said. I was past embarrassment or worrying about what he thought.

“Not yet,” he said roughly. “You’re going to come for me like this.”

He thrust his fingers into me at a frustratingly slow pace.

Pleasure was building, gathering at the base of my spine, and I could feel my slick gushing around his fingers to drip down my inner thighs.

He alternated between deep kisses and just watching me as I writhed under him, his eyes dark and intent.

Ben started to pick up his pace and found the perfect spot inside me.

When he pressed his thumb to my clit, I exploded so quickly it took me by surprise.

I screamed out my release and he captured my lips again, so I was moaning into his mouth.

I rode out the shockwaves, clenching around his fingers.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, awareness crept back in. I had never screamed like that from an orgasm. And had I begged for his cock? My cheeks burned, and I turned my face away.

“Nope, no hiding,” Ben said. He pulled his fingers from inside me and a gush of slick followed; obscene but also weirdly hot. His arms became a gentle cage, and he rolled us to the side. “You are not going anywhere ,” he growled softly.

“I’m so sorry, I have no idea what happened,” I said.

“Please don’t apologize. I just made my Omega come for the first time, and I’d like to enjoy this feeling,” he said, and tugged me closer.

He threaded one of his legs through mine and I could feel the outline of his very hard cock against my hip.

At least I could be sure he was into it, too.

He looked very pleased with himself. And my heart had fluttered at that “my Omega” comment.

“You aren’t mad? You tried to tell me no,” I said.

“Maggie, the only reason I’m not knot-deep in you right now is because you have a broken rib,” he growled, and his eyes flashed with something dark that reminded me of when Lachlan looked at me.

It was like my funny, sweet Ben was barely holding back an inner predator that I very much wanted to meet one day.

“Oh. Right,” I said. Somehow, I’d forgotten all about the injury but it immediately started to ache when he reminded me. But I also realized I wasn’t burning up anymore and the cramping had subsided.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, trailing his fingers up and down my spine. The predatory look in his eyes faded .

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m feeling fine now. What the hell was that?”

“I’m pretty sure it was an early spike of your heat,” he said. “It’s been a while since my Omega care classes, but I remember that it can happen as your heat gets closer.”

My stomach clenched. “But it’s not supposed to come this early,” I said. “I’m supposed to have like another two months!”

“It’s okay, we’ll do some research and see if I’m right. Either way, I thoroughly enjoyed myself,” he said, his brown eyes sparkling mischievously.

I smiled and blushed a little. “I mean, obviously I did too.”

“You’re beautiful always, but especially when you come,” he said.

He leaned forward and kissed me again, slow and sweet, until my embarrassment was forgotten.

I reached between us and trailed my fingers down his bare chest. His skin was warm and smooth, dotted with freckles, with only a small patch of golden hair between his pecs and a soft trail down to his sweatpants.

I brushed my fingers along the waistband and tugged gently on the strings, the back of my hand brushing his cock.

“I’d love to return the favor,” I whispered, giving him a coy smile, and dragging a finger down his stiff length until I reached the tip. He groaned, and I circled him through the thin fabric. “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”

“Oh god,” Ben said roughly. “Are you trying to kill me, sweetheart?”

“A blowjob won’t hurt my rib,” I said innocently, gripping him harder and his hips jerked beneath my hand.

If I hadn’t winced as I sat up, I probably would have gotten away with it. But Ben missed nothing and stopped me.

“Lie back down and behave,” he growled. I fake-pouted, and he laughed at me. “I didn’t know you were such a naughty Omega.”

“Would you let me do it if I said I was having another heat spike?” I asked.

“You can suck my cock another day, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.

But it’s the crack of dawn, and I’d love to get a little bit more cuddling time before I have to share you,” he said, curling around me again.

I winced again and adjusted to get more comfortable.

Maybe he was right about the stupid rib.

He teased his fingers up and down my ribcage until we both drifted off again.