Page 15 of Such a Tempting Omega (His Alpha Desires #7)

Liam

I hadn’t planned on company tonight, sure that after, the omega would not want to come home, and I tried to remember if I’d even made my bed. I usually did… Mostly because I didn’t like sleeping in rumpled sheets.

It had been quite some time since anyone had shared them with me because I had to really care a lot for someone to bring them into my personal space. Playing at clubs was different, whether it involved sex or not, but even that had begun to pall over time without the heart connection.

And now that I’d met my mate, it made perfect sense, didn’t it?

No one and nothing I’d ever experienced had my heart beating so hard and my wolf so determined.

Not every shifter even had a mate, but Fate had smiled on me with not just a mate but this mate, the best mate, and one who I vowed to care for every day of our lives together.

Even if he faced an unmade bed.

I parked in the garage and led him in through the kitchen door and right on into the living room.

At the bottom of the stairs, I pulled him into my arms for a long, deep kiss.

He melted into me, the heat of his body melding with mine, and I wanted to take him right there, but I also wanted him in my den.

There would be other times, and I’d have him on every piece of furniture, on the stairs, on the rug in the living room.

But for our mating, it had to be my bed.

So I pulled back, reluctantly, and slipped an arm around his waist, leading him upstairs. He was pliant, allowing me to take him where I would, and I felt the responsibility and honor of being at this moment.

My fathers always said when I met my mate, everything would be different, my world would change, and I’d had my doubts until my eyes landed on Hirsch.

In my bedroom, I ushered him right to the bed and kissed him again standing next to it.

His scent surrounded me, citrus and sandalwood, growing stronger as I removed his clothing one piece at a time.

At the club, I’d bound him dressed, only opening his pants to finish him off.

Now, I had him fully naked in front of me, and he was perfect.

Long lightly furred limbs, a broad chest and trim waist, and that hard cock jutting out at me again.

I turned him around and ran my hands down his back, stroking his smooth skin, palming his generous butt cheeks and reaching between to find him slick.

“You’re already ready for me, omega,” I murmured, taking his earlobe in my teeth. “So slick.”

“Yes,” he groaned. “I want you, alpha. Please don’t make me wait.”

Reaching around him, I grasped his cock and fisted it, squeezing up and down the shaft and palming his broad head. “Are you sure?”

His shudder answered more than his, “Yes!”

With a hand on his back, I bent him over the bed. “Stay there while I get ready for you.”

“But I want to watch,” he said. “Please?”

“You’re so polite, omega.” I took him around the other side of the bed and sat him down facing the dresser mirror. “You can see me behind you that way.”

He shivered. “I never knew I liked watching in mirrors before I met you. Why is it so hot?”

“We all have our things.” I made sure to undress where he could see me in his mirror then came around and pulled him up into my arms. Our cocks clashed, and I reached down and took both in my fist, stroking them a few times then releasing them. “And right now, my thing is to mate and mark you.”

Hirsch rolled onto his belly, still facing the mirror, and thrust his bare, oh-so sexy ass high in the air. “That’s my thing, too—rather, mine is to have you inside me and your mark on my throat.”

“I think we can arrange that.” Kneeling on the bed behind him, I rubbed the head of my cock through his slick. “Grab your cock and see if you can come when I do.”

“I can do that?” he asked.

“I’m telling you to.” I helped him close his hand around it before using mine to brace myself on the bed.

His hips moved slightly with his hand motions, and I found his slick-coated hole and drove inside, deep, tight, and encompassing.

Soon we were matching rhythm, everything about this moment so perfect, so hot, and burned into my memory.

I filled him completely, again and again, faster and faster, and before I knew it, he was shouting my name, louder than at the club, and his voice sent me over the edge, spilling my cum into his body for the first time.

My knot swelled, and I bent to bite him, to mark his throat so anyone who saw him would know he was mine.

But mostly, I would, and he would, and I tugged him close and rolled to the side to lie connected to my omega. My mate. My fated one.