Page 33 of His Pretty Omega (Sweet Alps Mates #7)

Even though I had just unloaded my balls into his mouth not twenty minutes earlier, watching him now had my cock half hard. Heavy lidded, I gave it a lazy stroke, then issued an order of my own. One I had fantasized about for a year.

“Put the boots back on,” I growled. “Just the boots.”

Seth gave me a slow smile, before reaching for the footwear. “Kinky.”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you in just those boots since last year,” I admitted, wondering why I found the sight of him ever so slowly pulling up the zipper of one of the boots so fucking erotic.

Had I developed some kind of foot fetish or was it just with my mate?

Seth stroked his cock, and my breathing sped up as I watched his hand slide over his own flesh. Slowly he thumbed his slit, swiping at the pearly drop of precum that was on his tip, then he picked up speed on the downward slide.

Moisture flooded my suddenly dry mouth, and I couldn’t do anything but watch as he pleasured himself.

He was stunning, standing at the foot of the bed, naked except for black, leather thigh high boots.

His body had bounced back rather quickly from the birth, though his tummy had the slightest little roundness to it, and his hips were more rounded than they had been.

Still stroking himself, Seth reached behind him with his other hands, and I could only imagine his fingers sliding into his slick hole. His back arched, and he let out the dirtiest moan as he stretched himself for my cock.

“Enough!” I finally growled, when I couldn’t take it any longer. My cock was rock hard, and I grasped the base hard to keep myself from coming just from watching Seth pleasure himself.

His eyes gleamed wickedly, as the hand on his cock stopped and he slowly withdrew his fingers from his ass.

They glistened with his slick, and I nearly shot my load then and there when he sucked one finger into his mouth. Slowly, he licked his fingers clean of his slick, then crawled up the bed.

He straddled my thighs, hovering over my dick so it barely teased his hole. The leather of his boots slid against the hair of my legs with a sweet friction .

“Put me inside you,” I growled, planting my feet firmly on the mattress and arching my hips upward.

Seth reached behind himself and grasped my cock, his hand just above my own. Guiding the head to his entrance, he slowly sank down, hissing at the burn as my cockhead stretched him wide.

His fingers dug into my shoulders, and my hands tightened on his hips, guiding him, as inch by sweet inch I slid deeper inside him.

Until his ass was resting against my thighs, and I was buried as far in him as I could get.

The tendons of my neck were tight, my jaw clenched, as I waited for him to adjust and move. He nodded, and we moved together, our movements matched perfectly.

“Not gonna last,” I warned through gritted teeth, as Seth bounced on my dick, his speed picking up, his movements jerky and less coordinated.

“Give it to me!” he howled, as we moved feverishly together. Our flesh slapped together, sweat beaded our skin, muscles strained.

Seth grabbed a handful of my hair, and I arched my neck, my back bowing off the bed. Clutching him to me, I felt my fangs elongate, and I sank my teeth into his mating gland.

Seth’s sharp teeth broke my skin, the pain a sweet pleasure, as my balls erupted and I came with a muffled scream. Hot splashes of cum rained down my chest and stomach, as Seth groaned against my skin, sealing our bond.

Several minutes later, we lay entwined in the tangled sheets. Seth had peeled his boots off and draped himself over my side. My fingers trailed lazy circles over his skin, his warm breath blowing over the sensitive skin of my neck.

Multi-colored lights suddenly bathed the bed, and sharp pops of sound filled the night air.

Seth rolled over to stare at the fireworks marking the beginning of a new year.

“It’s midnight,” he murmured, turning back to me.

His eyes widened in confusion, then his mouth formed a wide O, as he stared at the red velvet ring box I was holding out to him.

“Where…how…?” he stammered, the silver band changing colors with the myriad of exploding lights decorating the sky.

“I had it under my pillow,” I wiped my sweaty palm on the sheet, not sure why I was nervous. “Will you marry me?”

He blinked at me, like he hadn’t understood the question, so I just plowed ahead.

“I had an entire speech planned out, but I honestly can’t remember one single word of it. I love you, Seth. I think I have from the moment you walked into my office like you owned it. I want you to be mine forever. I–”

“Yes,” he whispered, his face breaking into a beaming smile. That one word made whatever else I was planning to say just disappear. “Yes, Alex, yes!”

“Yes?”

“Fucking yes, now give me the damn ring!”

He made grabby hands at me, and I laughed, though my fingers trembled as I slid the ring onto his finger.

He held his hand to get a good look at the ring on his finger, moving his hand this way and that. Satisfied, he tilted his face up, and I obliged his unspoken demand, my lips covering his in a sensual, heated kiss.

My heart swelled knowing that I was going to be able to kiss this man for the rest of my life.

“ Mocoso Bonito ,” I whispered against his lips, smiling happily.

With a flirtatious wink, he whispered, “Your pretty brat. Only yours. Always.”

“S í , always.”

The End