Page 15 of Tending Our Omega (Saved by the Alpha Pack #1)

Romi

I’d never come like that before, or with another person, for that matter.

Unless my fingers were doing the walking, I never came undone—and to be on James’ tongue, losing control like that.

I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t.

I was greedy. I wanted so much more, and I asked for it. “Can we do that again?”

I had never ever been so vocal. Never had I wanted. Sex had always been something you did because, well, it was expected. And now it was different. It wasn’t just like heat, where I was driven by need. It was more. James was the only thing I could focus on.

And when he told me we were just starting, I pulled him close and kissed him long and hard, exploring his mouth with mine, tasting myself on his tongue. It was hot in a way I never expected.

Then my hands wandered. My body began to move, unbidden.

I wasn’t thinking or planning anything, just feeling, enjoying, loving his warmth, his strength, his sexiness.

He’d made jokes about his eyes, putting himself down.

He didn’t see himself the way I did. I’d never met someone as sexy as James—eyes half-lidded, cock hard and ready for me.

I pulled at his clothes, not willing to wait a second longer to see him naked. He helped me, and I watched unashamedly—practically drooling.

“Oh, God. Like what you see?” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Yes.” There was no hiding it. There was no need to. “I need you inside me.”

“You…me… Are you—”

And before he could finish asking, I pulled him down and rolled us over so that he was on the blanket.

“Please let me have you,” I begged, needy.

“There will never be a time I could turn you down.” He reached up and cupped my cheek. It was sweet and gentle—and the opposite of what I needed.

I raised myself up, grabbed his hard cock, and then sank down until he filled me completely. “That’s better.” I let out a long sigh.

His hands wrapped around my thighs. “Omega, you feel so good.”

“You’ve seen nothing yet.”

Slowly, I moved up and down, loving the power of this position.

I might be an omega, but in that moment, I was in control, and there was something so heady about that.

His hands came up and played with my nipples, getting me so worked up, I started to lose my rhythm.

He knew exactly how to tweak them to send shivers of ecstasy through my body.

“More, James. More.”

He rolled me over onto my back. “How much more? Tell me what you need. Use your words, my sweet girl. Use your words.”

“I need your knot. I need your mark. I need you.”

He froze. “Be sure, Romi. I won’t deny you anything, ever, but I also don’t want you to feel any regrets.”

Oh, consent could be so fucking sexy.

“The only thing I’ll regret is going home without your mark on my shoulder, without feeling your knot holding us together. Please, James. I need you to take me as hard and as fast as you did with your tongue.”

I guided him off me, and he instantly pushed himself back, ready to leave. At least that’s what it looked like. The poor guy probably thought I was revoking consent. I needed to communicate better because that was the very last thing I was doing.

I got on my hands and knees. “Now, James. Now.”

He lined himself up at my entrance, slid in tight, and held my hips, doing exactly as I said—mimicking the movements of his tongue—until I no longer knew where he ended and where I began.

My climax once again rushed toward me, and I shook, unable to hold back.

I cried out his name as he slammed into me one last time, his cum shooting inside me as his knot filled me—and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, his teeth sank into my shoulder.

“Mine,” he mumbled against my skin. “Mine…”

And we both tumbled, still connected. Holding me close, he pressed soft kisses to my shoulder, both of us breathing heavy. When his knot loosened, I rolled to face him, pressing against his shoulder.

“Now, it’s my turn to mark you, alpha.”

“You don’t have to.” He rubbed his cheek against mine. “I understand if this is going too fast.”

“Oh, but you’re wrong, James. I do have to. My wolf is demanding it.”

“Tell me.” The word fell from his lips.

My teeth elongated, and I sank them in, marking him thoroughly as mine. My wolf loved the way she tore at his flesh, making sure it was a little bit jagged. She wanted everyone to know that I belonged to her. So did I.