Page 33 of Ondine: Vol. 2

“Of course.” One of his hands goes into my hair and he rubs my scalp. His other hand rubs over my back, easing my tight muscles.

It feels so good. I instinctively kiss up his neck. I love the way he tastes. I’ve thought of his skin under my hands and lips so many goddamned times.

I nip the tender skin behind his ear, and he groans. Finally, I want to make him feel like how I feel.

I drag my hands down from his shoulder to his chest. He’s so lean and fit. His body feels incredible.

“Would you kiss me?” I whisper. I’m worried he will reject me. Tell me we shouldn’t be in this bathroom. We shouldn’t because he’s a beta, and I just bonded with an alpha.

But he doesn’t question it. He grabs my neck, pulls me back, and kisses me. His hands fall on me in ways that make me feel sexy. His hand rides up my sweater and thank god I’m not wearing a bra, because he holds my breasts up through the material. His other hand pushes my skirt up, so it piles around my waist.

“Yes, yes, Arnie,” I pant over his lips. “More.”

And he complies.

I rub his hard dick over his jeans. I miss how big he is. He’s the biggest I’ve had. He’s got my panties off—they crumple on my feet. I lift my arms so he can pull my sweater off. I pull the straps of my dress down, exposing myself to him. His mouth descends onto my nipple. I cannot be quiet even if I wanted to.

I writhe in his arms.

Arnie twists me so I face the counter and mirror. He runs his hands down my arms and places my palms on the counter.

“Do you need to be fucked?” He asks with the most sultry voice ever heard. I whimper and drop my head.

“Use your words, honey.”

I nod my head. “Please, I need your big cock, Arnie.”

He makes this incredibly sexy groan.

Arnie unbuckles his belt and zips down his jeans. He’s got a hand on me the whole time, keeping our connection secure.

“Such a dirty mouth. I love when you say filthy things. I’ve spent countless times fucking myself to your words. Hearing you say what you want to be done to you is so fucking hot.”

The head of his bare cock pushes at my entrance from behind.

“You want me to come inside of you? You like the idea of someone breeding you, don’t you? Would you have my baby, Ondine? You want me to put a baby in you?”

I nearly fall over the sink. Arnie has to wrap his arm around me and hold me up.

He’s the only one I ever told about that.

He thrusts into me and has to put his hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming so loud everyone in the vicinity would be able to hear.

His whole body is curved over mine, heating me up and completely overtaking me. He grunts and thrusts the rest of the way into me. My legs shake, being completely full of him.

I couldn’t have his baby. Omegas only get pregnant when they are in heat. And beta/omega pairings rarely have babies. But god, I’d love to have Arnie’s baby. He’d be a great dad. He’d be a great partner. I want to have a whole pile of babies with Arnie.

He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust, he’s too fucking horny and so am I. He just starts fucking me, hard. It’s everything I want.

“Reach your hand down, honey. Get yourself off on my dick.” I’m almost offended he remembered me saying I love to rub my own clit when being fucked from behind. Did he remember everything I ever told him? He had a tablet and asked me questions with a professional voice, and I answered soberly. And yet here we are panting and grunting with his cock buried inside me and he whispers it to me, using it against me.

I reach between my legs and circle my clit. It takes me a second to look up and into the mirror. Arnie can see everything. His eyes are blown with lust.

He wants me.

He’s madly in love with me.

He knows me and still loves me.