Page 16 of Such a Shy Omega (His Alpha Desires #8)

Erik

I drove him to my home. After all, I had promised to show him my collection.

In the old movies, alpha male humans always wanted to show off their “etchings.” I’d never actually been sure what that was because in the features I watched they skipped showing them and went right to the closed-door sex part.

Or the attempted seduction in some cases. It was generally a cheat, but not here.

My omega wanted to come home with me for everything that meant.

The collection was just an additional feature of his visit—if he truly even wanted to see it.

Maybe he was just being nice when he said so.

I’d thought we might scene at Cuffed before anything more happened between us, but I had no complaints.

The kissing started in the car as well as the above-the-waist groping, which Heath informed me was second base and made me wonder how soon we’d get to third.

But I wanted a more romantic and roomy what all that led to was getting out of the car shirtless and giving the neighbors a show.

If they were peeking, they were doing it in a sneaky way, though, since I saw no sign of them.

I opened the door and then stepped aside to let him precede me inside then led the way into the living room where we took up where we’d left off in the car.

His kisses were addictive, but our hands were also busy, taking off all of each other’s remaining clothes.

Everything about this omega was intoxicating, and with his skin against mine, his scent filled my senses, and I could no longer wait to take him upstairs and make him mine.

“Are you sure you are ready for this, omega? Knotting and marking?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I’m very glad.” I took his hand and led him upstairs to the master bedroom, flicking on the bedside lamp so I could see my mate when we made love. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Heath perched on the edge of the bed, and I joined him, lifting him onto my lap, wanting not an inch of space between us.

His arms went around my neck and our lips met.

Again and again. I would never get tired of the sweetness of his breath, the velvet stroke of his tongue against mine, bottom firm on my stiff cock.

I had planned on hours of foreplay, but when he moaned and ground down on my lap, pleading with me not to make him wait, he saved me from a big personal failure.

I would have had an impossible time slowing down with this omega’s slick coating my thighs. “No waiting, omega.” Grasping his hips, I lifted him and settled him onto my cock, the slick making the tight fit not only possible but an exquisite blend of pain and pleasure. For me.

Heath’s head dropped to the side, eyes half closed, panting.

“Do you want me to stow down, omega? Stop?”

He groaned. “Not unless you want me to die. What do they say at the club?”

“Green.”

“Just fuck me, alpha. I’m going to explode.”

“Then grab hold of yourself and show me how you like to be touched because I am not going to move until you come.”

His head jerked upright, Adam’s apple bobbing, “You can’t mean it.”

“Oh, but I do. I want to know everything about you.” My resolve to slow things down had come back in force, bolstered by the desire to watch his pleasure before taking my own. I’d never been more confused or more determined. Was this what a mate did to a person?

“The very second I come? Promise?”

My cock throbbed, but I held my ground until my mate reached between us and took hold of his dick.

I watched his fist clench, fingers playing his shaft like a musical instrument.

His breathing grew harsh, his lips parted, tongue darting out to moisten them, and then I closed my hand over his and learned his path to pleasure by touch.

“Alpha, I’m going to…cum.” As the first spurts covered out hands, I kept my promise and began to drive deep inside him, the muscles flexing, tightening around me as his cum splattered our hands and bellies.

The salty, tangy scent rose to my nostrils, and I knew the wiser thing was to pause if I wanted this to go longer than another minute or two…

but I swore I’d fuck him the second he came, and he’d done his part.

“I promise next time it will be better for you,” I huffed, balls already tightening in anticipation of pouring my soul into him.

“Better than this?” he panted. “It will kill me.”

“Talk like that will make me…” And I didn’t have to finish the sentence because my body finished it for me, filling his body as I grasped his shoulder and brought him in to sink my teeth into the side of his throat.

I liked away the blood, sealing the wound as my knot swelled, and we clung together in the aftermath of the storm.