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“Then what are you doing?”
“I’m going to lick you.”
“Why?”
“Because it feels good.”
Connor fought the urge to roll his eyes. Damned strange alpha. “Okay, fine,” he said, shuffling down the bed again and parting his legs. Let him lick him if he wanted to. It made no difference to…
Holy shit! Connor arced up off the bed, a startled cry bursting from his lips as he felt a warm, wet heat engulf his penis. What the hell…?
Gabriel pulled back for a moment, a smirk on his lips, then he lowered his head and did it again. And this time, Connor’s hips rolled towards him, instead of away. Flaming hell, that was nice. Little sparks of sensation shot up and down his cock and his balls felt heavy and oversensitive. But why would Gabriel…?
“Lie back,” Gabriel said. “Just enjoy this.” Connor did, and the wet heat returned. Gabriel moved his mouth up and down, then his tongue swirled over the head.
“God, that’s nice,” Connor muttered. His thighs fell further open, and he gripped the sheets.Nicedidn’t really begin to describe it. “What are you doing?”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes…”
“Then I’ll do it again.” He did, taking his time. He moved his mouth up and down, taking Connor’s whole length in, then releasing it and swirling his tongue around the tip. His hands came up to steady Connor’s thighs, stroking soothing lines up and down his skin. Connor felt his breath quicken, and his hips pressed forward, seeking more sensation. He’d never felt anything like this. It was like during his very first heat, when he’d sought pleasure in his own hand, but more intense. Far more intense.
A moan rumbled out of his chest, and he threw his head back. He wasn’t even thinking anymore, not questioning what Gabriel was doing or why. He only wanted it to continue.
The suction increased, pulling sparks of feeling from his groin. Yes, this was perfect. The heady scent of alpha and the warm pressure of hands on his skin and the growing tingle in his groin that was getting stronger and stronger and…
“Oh God… Ahhh!” An orgasm shot out of him, right into Gabriel’s mouth, his hips bucking even as Gabriel tried to hold him steady. “Oh, God… Oh, fuck…” Connor swallowed hard, breathing quickly, his body writhing as the pleasure took him completely by surprise. He sagged back onto the mattress, limbs feeling heavy, his whole body feeling wrung out. He’d climaxed before, both alone and during a mating, but never like that.
Once the world stopped spinning, he opened his eyes, seeing Gabriel watching him with a smug smile on his lips. The insistent pressure in his groin had eased off for the time being, and the dull cramps in his belly were gone.
Connor didn’t know what to say. His mind formed a vague question about why Gabriel had done that, but none of the answers he could imagine made any sense. Alphas didn’t put their mouths on… Alphas didn’t do things just to please an omega. Alphas didn’t…
But this alpha had, and that was almost more frightening than anticipating another beating. Why? Why was Gabriel so different from every other alpha in the world?
“Are you okay?” Gabriel asked, but from the wry humour on his face, he already knew the answer.
“Yeah,” Connor said, then added, “Thank you,” just because it seemed like the thing to say.
“You’re welcome,” Gabriel said. He eased forward, slowly lying down beside Connor. He draped one arm lazily over his waist, but made no further move to touch him.
Connor simply watched him, trying to figure out this strange and unexpected development. A quick glance downwards confirmed what he already knew; Gabriel hadn’t climaxed. So why would an alpha want to give an omega pleasure while gaining none of his own? None of this could possibly make any sense.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Gabriel lay on the bed, feeling an odd combination of satisfaction and apprehension. He’d satisfied his omega. His cries of pleasure had been like music to his ears. And yet at the same time, he was aware that the omega didn’t want him. Not really. The omega seemed willing enough to cooperate for now, but he wasn’t really happy with the way things were proceeding. And that was unacceptable.
Gabriel looked around for some way he could fix the situation. A crate of food sat against the wall, no doubt having been placed there earlier by some helpful beta. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?” he offered.
His omega looked over at the crate of food, seeming surprised by the offer. That wouldn’t do. He needed to understand that Gabriel would give him anything he desired. “Um… a bit, yeah. Some food would be good.”
Yes, his inner alpha crowed. That was the solution. He would give his omega food, and then his omega would like him, and want to mate with him, and then…
His name is Connor, Gabriel reminded himself, as he got up and went over to the crate. Connor had a name. He was a person, not just an omega.
Connor, the inner voice said, in a low purr.Omega. Mine.
Oh, shut up, Gabriel snarled at the inner voice. This was the part of a heat he hated, the sensation of being two different people; one who was rational and deliberate, and another who acted on pure instinct. And the latter could be a royal pain in the ass.