Page 17 of Such a Grumpy Omega (His Alpha Desires #9)

Fraser

I didn’t have to ask twice, but my wolf and I agreed that we couldn’t be selfish and satisfy our desires before our omega was well and truly sated. With dinner. So, cock throbbing in my pants, I watched him put bite after bite in his mouth, chew, and swallow. Adam’s apple bobbing, mesmerizing.

“Alpha, I appreciate not wanting to waste this delicious dinner, but if you’re just going to stare at me, I’m going to stop eating.”

“I’m sorry.” I picked up my fork and speared some salad. “I just can’t believe we finally got to this point.”

“We’ve only known each other a few days.” He chuckled.

“Feels like forever, omega.” I pretended to eat, managing a few mouthfuls, while his plate emptied. “Dessert?”

“You aren’t seriously going to make me eat more before you undress me and fill me with that monster cock, are you?”

I choked on the bite of roasted potato I’d been chewing. “Where did you get the idea that I have…” I couldn’t even say it.

“I’m not blind, alpha. You’ve been sporting quite an impressive bulge since I got here.” He pushed back from the table and stood, coming around to my side. “I ate all my vegetables like a good boy. Now, will you fuck me?”

“Omega, you’re something.”

He straddled my lap, and I hurried to push the chair back enough to make room. “Something good I hope.”

“Better than good.” Cupping the back of his head, I drew him in for the first kiss we’d shared without having to be somewhere else in a hurry or dealing with difficult emotions.

When we paused for breath, I stopped trying to be unselfish and dropped my hands to his ass, lifting him as I stood. “Bedtime.”

“About time.”

I carried him to the bedroom, awkwardly because we were kissing almost the whole way.

My heart thudded against his chest, and his legs were wrapped around my hips, arms around neck.

We might have bounced off a couple of walls along the way, but not hard enough for my wolf to complain about how I was taking care of our alpha.

Inside the bedroom, I let him slide to his feet and kissed him one more time before reaching for his shirt buttons.

What started out as carefully undressing my omega turned into both of us stripping the clothes off each other, damaging fabric, sending buttons flying, and at one point, catching a bit of skin in a zipper, but we were too frantic to stop for such things.

It was my skin and a finger rather than anything more sensitive, but I’d deal with any bloodstains later.

As soon as we were both naked, I tumbled my mate onto the bed and dropped to my knees to taste him.

I’d imagined this moment and dreamed of it, but as he let out a whoosh of air and buried his fingers in my hair, I had to acknowledge I’d undersold the experience.

Taking him deep in my throat, I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking, scraping my teeth lightly over his skin while he whimpered and called out my name. My mate, my omega, my love. He tightened his grip and poured his cum down my throat.

I swallowed every drop and licked him clean before testing his slick and finding him more than ready for me, but I still spent a few minutes stretching him out, both for his safety and pleasure and mine. He’d just come, but as I worked him, his cock was coming back to life.

Finally, I placed the tip of my cock at his hole, pulled his legs over my shoulders, and pressed inside to paradise.

I’d always heard I’d know my mate when I met him, that I’d scent him and step right into life together, but nobody had mentioned what it felt like to join our bodies together.

Nobody, nothing could compare as I drove in and out, urged on my omega who was jerking himself off between us, fully hard again and writhing underneath me.

As he groaned and milked himself, cum painting my abdomen and dripping down onto his, my balls tightened and I came for the first time in my omega’s tight heat.

My knot swelled before I even finished, binding us together, filling him even more.

Carefully, I shifted us so he sat atop me and I could see his face, the one, if he was willing, I’d wake up to every morning soon.

And then I reached up and brought him down to where I could mark him, fangs breaking skin and filling my mouth with the coppery taste of his blood.

When my knot shrank, we lay together for a while, cuddling, learning the feel of one another, and much later, I remembered dessert…

“Cake, omega?”

“I could eat.”