Page 10 of Forbidden Taste (An Omega’s Preference #3)

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RILEY

We shouldn’t be doing this here. Not when there’s enough windows to show every last person who’s curious enough to venture down here what’s going on. I also don’t care because I need Leo like I need to breathe. And he seems just as intent on stopping as I am.

Leaning forward, I drag my tongue along Leo’s bare chest, his unique scent blooming in my mouth, a musk beneath the spiced apple scent that clings to him.

A groan rumbles from his throat, vibrating against my lips, heat bleeding through me.

I’m hoping— praying —this is it, our first moment together.

I don’t care how it happens, if it’s messy or imperfect, or if I have to lead just this once.

My hands press against his chest as I slowly walk him back toward the lounge in the corner of the practice room before guiding him down, his massive frame sinking into the cushions.

His breath hitches as I reach for the button of his pants, the zipper sliding down afterward almost deafening in the silence.

He braces his hands on either side of his thighs as I slowly help him out of the offending cloth.

It's only then that I see his glorious cock jutting out between his thighs, the knot at the base swollen and angry, staring back at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was staring at an Alpha.

His thighs are massive bulks of muscle, every last stretch of skin a work of art.

Freckles dot his skin, spreading from his cheeks all the way down his chest and further south, a dotted paradise that I’m instantly in love with.

It’s a shame he thinks he’s not good enough for someone and yet, there’s a small spark of pride that this is all mine.

I quickly shed the rest of my clothes before slowly climbing onto his lap, straddling his thighs, the brief brush of our cocks drawing a moan from my lips.

He’s unnaturally warm, a whole furnace as he wraps his arms around my back, grinding me down against him.

Slick pools around my hole, slipping between my ass cheeks and his nostrils flare in response, that Alpha-like sound rumbling through his chest again.

Leo draws me into another kiss, but this one’s different—it’s possessive, needy, his lips claiming mine with a ferocity that steals my breath.

I place my hands on his shoulders, rocking myself over his cock, the hard length of him sliding against my slick-soaked skin, teasing my entrance with every shift.

My hands tangle in his orange-red curls, tugging lightly, a shudder running through him.

If we’re found in here—door locked or not—it could unravel everything before it even begins.

The thought flickers, a reminder to be professional, but I don’t care.

Not with his mouth on mine, his scent drowning me, his body pressed so close I can feel the thrum of his pulse.

His kisses trail down, leaving my lips swollen and tingling as he moves along my jaw.

He lingers at my neck, sucking softly at my scent gland, and I tilt my head back, offering more.

I’ve never wanted to submit to anyone, not truly but with Leo, I’d give him anything in this moment.

My instincts are searching for ways to make this good for him, searching for ways to please him, to give him everything I have.

But it seems he’s doing the same thing as he leans me back—far enough that my spine arches, my chest bared to him—and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

The wet heat of his tongue flicks over it, teasing, and I let out a little howl, my hips grinding down harder onto his lap.

Slick drips from me, coating his thighs, and I feel his cock twitch beneath me, the knot rubbing against my cock.

“Hey, sweetie,” I gasp, my voice trembling with need, “you can explore once you’re inside me, okay? Or I’m gonna make a mess of myself before we even get started.”

He pulls back, his lips glistening, and there’s a flicker of timidity in his eyes—uncertainty shadowing the hunger. I cup his face, my thumbs brushing over his freckled cheeks. “Tell me this is what you want and you’re not just doing this because you think I want it.”

Leo’s gaze locks on mine, sea-green depths swirling with determination and want.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my life,” he purrs.

His hands tighten on my thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

He hesitates and I decide to lead, knowing that he’ll take over when he’s comfortable.

I smile, leaning in to press my forehead to his, my hands still cradling his face. “I’ll direct this,” I murmur, my lips brushing his as I speak, “and then you take over when you’re ready, okay?” He nods, a small, shaky motion, and I shift in his lap, lifting myself just enough to line him up.

My slick drips down, easing the way as I nudge his cock against my entrance.

His breath hitches, a soft groan escaping him, and I sink down slow, savoring the stretch, the heat of him filling me inch by inch.

My walls clench around him, adjusting to his size, a low throaty moan falling from my lips, my head tipping back as I take him deeper.

Leo’s fingers dig into my waist, his grip bruising, his growl reverberating through the room, his rich scent suffocating me in the best of ways.

I fall against his chest when he’s fully seated inside of me, his knot fluttering against my entrance, teasing but not yet locking us together.

“I’m so fucking full,” I gasp. “It’s like you were made for me. ”

My hands brace on his shoulders and I raise up again, the drag of him inside me sending sparks up my spine.

I start up a slow pace, rocking my hips forward, his cock hitting all the right places—hot, perfect, a pressure that makes my toes curl.

Another moan slips from my lips as I drag him into a kiss, rolling my hips a little faster.

“Touch me, sweetie,” I murmur, my lips brushing his as I speak.

“Touch me like I know you want to—the way you wanted to when I called you last night.” My cock aches, leaking against his stomach, and I grind harder, desperate for his hands on me.

At first, nothing happens. His breath stutters against my mouth, his body tense beneath me. Then I feel it—a tentative hand wrapping around my cock between us, stroking me in tandem with my movements. My slick soaks us both, pooling where we’re joined, and I ride him faster, chasing the sensation.

But then I notice it—Leo’s trembling. His massive frame shudders beneath me.

I meet his gaze, my eyes locking on his sea-green ones, his jaw pulled tight, like he’s trying to concentrate—or hold something back.

His curls cling to his damp forehead, his chest heaving, and I see the storm in his expression, the push and pull of want and fear .

“Take what you need, Leo,” I push, my hands sliding to cup his face. “Do you need control? Because fuck, I’m giving it. Fuck me, Leo. Show me that I’m yours.” My hips slow, a deliberate tease, letting him feel every inch of me clenching around him.

“This mate thing is confusing,” he rasps. “I need you, crave you, but we…” His words falter, his eyes flickering with something raw—doubt, maybe, or the weight of what two Omegas together means.

I kiss him softly, cutting him off, my lips gentle against his.

“That’s a discussion for later,” I whisper, my breath hot against his mouth.

“Right now, I want you to fuck me like you need to. I promise I won’t break.

” My hands slide into his curls, tugging lightly, and I rock against him again, feeling the flutter of his knot teasing my rim.

“Take me, sweetie,” I murmur, my voice dropping to a husky plea. “I’m yours—show me.”

His nostrils flare, his scent sharpening, my words all he seems to need before his hips drive up into me, his knot catching on my hole.

I don’t even have time to react before he’s lifting me off his cock, my entrance suddenly aching and empty.

It’s almost disorienting how swiftly he moves, my ass propped up in the air as I rest on all fours on the lounge, Leo moving in to stand behind me, his cock nudging against my ass.

A whimper tears from my throat because I’ve never once been in this position. Sure, I’ve spent my heats with an Alpha or two but never once did I present for them. It was a biological need, sex but there was no desire. No craving to submit.

We groan in unison as he slips inside, filling me inch by searing inch until he’s seated inside me again. The stretch is everything I need it to be, a burn that melts into pleasure, and I clench around him, drawing him deeper .

“I didn’t think it would feel this good,” Leo whispers. “You feel like heaven around my cock, trying to suck me in. I won’t last long.” His hands flex on my hips, fingers digging in so hard there will be bruises there tomorrow

I rock back against him, my voice a husky whisper.

“I don’t need you to. Just feeling you inside me is perfect.

” His scent keeps fluctuating—sweet one moment, sharp and commanding the next—as if his instincts can’t decide if he’s Alpha or Omega.

It doesn’t matter. Not when he pulls out and then slams back in with a force that jolts me forward.

I let out a howl, my body shuddering with the impact, and shove a hand over my mouth to muffle it. The motion sends my face planting into the cushions, my cheek pressed into the soft fabric, my ass still high as he takes me.

Leo’s far gone, his hips slamming into me with a rhythm that’s not pretty—sloppy, needy, desperate—but it’s everything.

His grunts fill the air, each one a pulse that drives me higher.

I can’t help it—I moan too, my voice broken as the cushions muffle the sounds.

This is what I needed, what I’ve craved, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside me, his knot teasing my rim with every thrust.

My slick soaks us, dripping down my thighs, pooling beneath me, and I’m trembling, teetering on the edge.

Then his hand wraps around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts, and I lose it.

Pleasure crashes through me, white-hot and blinding, and I come hard, spilling over the lounge in thick, messy spurts.

Seconds later, I feel it—his knot swelling, pressing against me.

I push back, desperate, my voice a plea.

“In me, Leo,” I gasp, my hands clawing at the cushions.

“God, I need to feel you.” He surges forward, a final, brutal thrust, and his knot locks us together, stretching me wide as it slips inside.

It’s like everything aligns, the world snapping into place, and a long unbidden moan falling from my lips, as he hovers over my back, his chest pressed to my spine. We’re both panting, sweat-slick and breathless, the air heavy with our scents as he comes, tipping me over again.

I come a second time, weaker but no less intense, my cock twitching in his hand as I shudder beneath him.

As if he’s done this a thousand times, Leo gently picks me up—his knot still firm inside me—and sits back on the lounge, settling me in his lap.

I’m still impaled, my thighs splayed wide over his as I sink back against his chest, sated in a way that I haven’t been in years.

“I didn’t know that this is what…” he murmurs against my ear. “It’s a lot.”

I tilt my head, catching his gaze as I settle my hands on top of his resting on my belly. “This was okay?” I ask, searching his flushed face.

He twists my head gently, fingers brushing my jaw. “More than okay,” he says, his breath warm against my skin. “What about…” He trails off, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

“Nobody else exists right now. Not when you’ve got your knot inside me.”

He hums, a low, contented sound, his lips grazing my shoulder in a kiss so light it makes me shiver.

I wonder if he’s not entirely Omega—if he could claim me, mark me as his.

The fantasy of us two against the world isn’t one that’s feasible but it’s one I’ll cherish.

Some biological part of me will still need an Alpha—Leo too, but for right now I can dream of a world where it would be just us.

His hand slides down, wrapping around my cock again, and I laugh, breathless. “Sweetie, I don’t think I could come again if I tried.”

Leo doesn’t seem to care as if these last several moments have opened the floodgates of his instincts.

I’ve heard stories of Alphas suddenly becoming possessive when they find their mate, seeking out their Omegas, and shielding them from everyone else.

And then there’s the Omegas, territorial and needy, always wanting to give pleasure and attention.

I might have just unleashed the primal part of my mate and god, it’s going to be glorious.

“I love the little sounds you make,” he mumbles, his lips brushing my ear, the husky edge to his voice making me wiggle on his cock.

His knot settles deeper inside of me and I arch against his chest, whimpering at the oversensitivity.

“And the way you squeeze my knot.” His fingers stroke me lightly, not demanding, just savoring, Leo humming again.

“And if you keep doing that,” I tease, my head lolling back against his shoulder, “your knot won’t go down.”

He doesn’t reply, just pulls one of the lounge blankets over us before his arms wrap around me, holding me close, and I realize he’s purring—a low, steady vibration against my back, like an Alpha would after knotting their mate.

It’s soothing, possessive, and I sink into it, my lids growing heavy.

He’s an Omega—I smell it in his scent, see it in his shy smiles, his gentle touches—but there’s Alpha in him too, in the way he took me, the way he growls, the way he purrs now.

I don’t have time to dwell on it, to untangle the mystery of him, the safety of his embrace drawing me under.