Page 18 of Happy Halloween, Omega

Tonight, everything will change.

I’m ready to take on whatever the night has in store for me. Come on, Halloween, give me your best shot.

I take to the dance floor with vigor, dancing off the nervous tension in the throbbing crowd. I take gulping breaths, letting the humid air expand and fill my lungs. The strobe lights make my eyes water and sting, so I close them and let the music take over.

Dancing wildly, I twirl so my red cloak flares around me, and I imagine it’s like a red flag to a bull. The heaving dance floor is hot and I’m sweating beneath my costume.

And then I feel him.

I have no illusions that he hasn’t been close by since I arrived. I’m attuned to the buzzing sensation at the back of my brain which occurs when he’s nearby. He’s in control, and I leave it up to him when he reveals himself.

His citrus-woody scent weaves around me, far more potent than the smell of the writhing Betas. The press of his gaze is intense, and I lean into it, chasing the warmth of his attention.

This is it. He’s waiting for me to give him a sign. I’m not even sure if it matters to him whether or not I’m ready. He said he’s done waiting for me, and I believe him.

Tipping my chin up, I tilt my head and sweep my hair to the side in the perfect display of submission. My scent gland throbs. It looked pink and swollen in the mirror this evening. I imagine he can see it from wherever he is in the room, and the message is clear.

Come get me, Alpha.

The beat of the music slows down, a new sensual song comes on, and I sway my hips to the deep baseline.

There’s a gentle puff of air on my gland, the brush of his clothes, and then the heat from his body radiates through my costume.

My body vibrates and I realize with a start that I’m purring. I’ve never purred before.

My heart races as his hands settle on my waist. His touch is firm, holding me exactly where he wants me, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be. The last thing I want to do is leave. I’m done fighting who I am and I’m finally taking what should have always been rightfully mine as an Omega. My mate.

“Is this your final answer, Celeste?”

His deep voice rolls over me, and I purr louder. I haven’t said a word, but my body is doing the talking. I grasp his hips for stability and I grind back into him, swaying to the slow, deep baseline. The heat of his breath fans over my scent gland, and my eyes flutter at the sensation.

“I’m done pretending, Alpha,” I whisper back, tilting my head further to the side, offering myself to him. I know he’s going to bite me tonight. It’s time. My Omega status is undeniable, and I suspect the only reason I’ve remained safe is because of my ghost haunting me. Protecting me from afar.

“Good girl,” he croons, and I moan softly. His praise makes me wet. I don’t doubt his Alpha nose can smell it.

His hands move, one presses over my lower abdomen, pulling me ever tighter to him. His hard length twitches against my ass. The other hand collars around my throat, his long fingers making me feel delicate and small. My purrs grow louder at his show of dominance, and a telltale trickle of slick slides down my inner thigh.

I arch my back to grind my ass against his hard cock.

He hunches over, his massive body cocooning me from the outside world. In his embrace, the rest of the dance floor fades away.

The hand on my belly slides down and slips inside the waistband of my skirt. When his fingers find my dripping wet pussy, he grunts and swipes a single finger through my folds. I gasp, and my knees buckle. He effortlessly holds me upright and chuckles.

He brushes his lips against my ear, so very close to my gland. “You’re such a good Omega, Celeste. So fucking wet for me. Have you missed me? Have you missed my touch?”

I can barely think straight. My body is humming with sparking energy and my skin prickles with a growing heat.

He gently pinches my clit, making my hips jerk at the jolt of pleasure. “Answer me, Omega.”

“Y-yes, Alpha.”

He grunts with satisfaction and sets a steady pace, circling my clit. It’s a smooth glide with my slick coating his fingers. It feels incredible, far better than the unsatisfying fumbles with Betas in the past. Hell, even better than my own touch. It’s as if he intuitively knows exactly what my body needs. There is so much I don’t know about mates, and I suspect this is one of them. A sexual synchronicity, and I’m all on board for it.

He quickly works me into a trembling, desperate mess. I’m shuddering and gasping and mewling without a single care for our public location. I need him to fuck me and fill me. I need everything he can give me. My climax rises rapidly, my muscles bunching in anticipation, and then he stops and my orgasm slides away.

I snarl in frustration, bucking my hips and digging my nails into his hips.

“Ah-ah. I need you to pay close attention to what I’m about to say,” he growls, his fingers resuming a slow circle around my swollen nub. It’s enough to keep me worked up but not enough to drag me to the edge again. I huff but listen to him anyway. How could I not? His deep voice has me utterly captivated.