Page 52 of Fourth Base with the Alpha

I twist my head and find his face right by mine, his eyes burning with desire.

“Omega,” he growls and on instinct I obey, my fingers moving before I can stop them. “Good girl.”

The moan his words elicit aren’t caught this time. I let them slip straight from my lips.

He continues to slide his hand down over my wrist, into my panties until he’s covering his hand with mine.

“This okay, Cupcake?” he asks me. “It’s okay?”

“Y-y-yes,” I pant, unable to tell him that it’s not, because it’s not enough. I want him to touch me. Everywhere.

But he seems content to rest his forefinger over mine and learn the nature of my movement, the rhythm and the pace.

His eyes remain locked with mine, and in the dark, the blue of his eyes is like moonlight, so pale it’s almost silver.

“Can I see?” he asks me as my breath quickens and my stomach clenches. “Can I see you come, Omega?”

I manage a nod.

But to my surprise, he’s not wanting to watch the view from here. No, he means a more intimate view, because in the next moment, he’s whipped the sheet from our bodies and has scurried to the end of the bed, his face hovering above my thighs.

I let out a whimper and his gaze flicks back up to mine.

“That’s it, Cupcake. Be as noisy as you want. Make all those delicious little noises for me. They’re like fucking music.”

“You said my singing was terrible,” I huff out as my legs shake.

“Omega, you make the most delicious noises.”

He rolls me onto my back and spreads my legs open, then he grips the waistband of my panties and slides them down my thighs.

I’m bare, completely bare. He can see all of me and everything I’m doing.

And I’ve never felt so turned on, felt so in control.

“That’s it, good girl. Play with yourself. Come for me.”

“You like it? You like watching?” I ask.

He growls a ‘yes’ in response.

“Because I really want you to touch,” I grit out, just as I crest the wave of pleasure building in my body. My orgasm sails through me and I moan, my back arching and jolts of ecstasy electrifying my body.

“Fuck,” Hunter whispers, “fuck, omega, such a pretty cunt. Look at it convulsing, all needy and swollen.”

“Shit,” I gasp, still riding high, his dirty words only prolonging my orgasm, wringing every last drop of pleasure from my body.

“And you smell so sweet. There’s slick dripping from you, Cupcake.”

I groan.

And then we’re quiet. Both of us silent, only the sounds of our heavy breaths and the distant ocean penetrating the room.

I can feel the tickle of his breath against me, the grip of his fingers around my thighs, pinning me open.

I want him to touch me so badly, to claim me with his mouth, to lick me and suck me and eat me.

“Hunter,” I whisper, my voice sounding pained and needy to my own ears.