Page 20 of Laced With Secrets
“Dominic!” Shock hit me first, followed by dismay. “My nest?—”
“Was built by an omega trying to comfort himself alone,” he growled, still tearing through the layers. “But you’re not alone anymore.”
The possessive certainty in his voice, the primal need driving him, sent heat flooding through me even as I watched my safe space being demolished. He was destroying my defenses, tearing down the walls I’d built between us, and god help me, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
When he finally reached me at the center, his body covered mine, pinning me beneath his weight as the robe fell open between us. The heat of his bare chest against my skin and his rigid arousal behind denim pressed hot against my thigh, made coherent thought impossible.
“You ran from me,” he said, his voice rough with barely controlled need. His hand gathered scattered blankets even as he held me down, already rebuilding the nest around us. “Triggered every instinct I have to chase and claim and make you submit.”
“I’m sorry,” I gasped, though I wasn’t sure if I was apologizing for running or for making him wait two weeks for this moment.
“No, you’re not,” he said, and there was dark satisfaction in his voice. “You wanted this. Wanted me to take what’s mine.”
He shifted us, arranging blankets and pillows with swift efficiency, creating a new nest with me at the center. “This is ours now. Not yours alone. Ours.”
The possessive declaration made my inner omega purr with satisfaction even as my mind was still reeling from watching him destroy something I’d built with such care.
“Together,” I agreed breathlessly.
“Good.” His mouth found mine in a kiss that was equal parts punishment and promise, his tongue sweeping in to claim every inch. “Now let me show you what happens to bratty omegas who run from their alphas.”
His hands began their exploration—no longer careful or restrained, but possessive and demanding. He mapped every inch of skin as if memorizing what belonged to him, his mouth following the path of his hands. Down my throat, across my collarbone, lower to trace patterns across my chest that made me arch into him.
“Dominic,” I whimpered as his thumb circled my nipple, already desperate for more.
“Quiet,” he murmured against my skin. “I’ve waited patiently for this. I’m going to take my time with you.”
His mouth closed around my other nipple, tongue swirling before his teeth scraped gently. The sensation shot straight to my core, making me cry out. He lavished attention on one side before moving to the other, his hand sliding down my stomach. His fingertips traced maddening circles on my hip, never quite reaching their destination.
“So responsive,” he praised, his voice rough. “My beautiful omega, coming apart for me.”
By the time his mouth moved lower, kissing a path down my stomach, I was trembling with need. When he reached my thighs, spreading them wide with his broad shoulders, I thought I might die from anticipation.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please… what?” His breath ghosted across my most sensitive flesh, making me whimper in frustration. “Tell me what you need, omega.”
“You,” I gasped. “Inside me. Please, Dom. I need you.”
“Not yet, baby.” Dominic’s mouth descended, hot and wet around my throbbing flesh. His tongue worked masterfully, tracing veins and swirling around the sensitive head until my hips bucked. I squirmed in his grasp, seeking release from the exquisite torture.
His strong hands pressed my hips into the mattress as he took me deeper, hollowing his cheeks with perfect suction.
“Dom, I’m going to—“ I barely managed to gasp before my release hit, pulsing into my alpha’s eager mouth.
I watched Dominic’s throat worked, his lips glistening with the evidence of my pleasure. My gaze drifted downward, fixing on the prominent bulge straining against his jeans.
Still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, I sat up and reached for his zipper, drawing it down slowly. Dominic’s impressive cock sprang free, flushed and heavy with need. I leaned forward, but a gentle hand caught my chin.
“You don’t have to,” he murmured.
I nuzzled against my alpha’s cock, dragging my cheek along the warm, velvet-steel length. Dominic hissed, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“I want to,” I whispered. “Please.”
His fingers slackened, and I dipped my head downward once more. The weight of Dominic’s cock filled my palm, hot and engorged. I experimentally flicked my tongue across the glistening tip, satisfaction curling through me as a sharp hiss cut through the air.
Emboldened by his hitched breath and tightening grip, I decided to try taking him deeper. My inexperienced mouth enveloped Dominic’s cock, tongue exploring uncertainly.