Page 38 of Want It All

I’d read about a thousand different articles on what to do next. Holding my breath, I slid my fingers inside her, then settled my thumb back on her clit.

‘ Yes ,’ she moaned.

Female alphas and betas had a spot inside that some said gave them pleasure, but omegas had extra nerve endings to ensure they felt as good taking a knot as their alpha did giving one.

I gently moved my fingers, pressing where the internet had suggested she’d be the most sensitive, then dragging over her inner walls.

She squirmed again and gasped; I watched her eyes flutter close and her lips part.

She made another soft, plaintive noise, and I decided I wanted to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life.

‘Like that, Rosebud?’

‘Mm-hmm,’ she managed.

I bent to press a kiss to her clit, groaning as her sweet taste filled my mouth. I wanted more, so I pressed my tongue against her swollen bud.

She made a needy sound and ground up against me.

‘Fuck – Seb!’ she cried, her walls tightening around my fingers.

I knew I needed to keep going, which was no hardship.

I couldn’t get enough of the way that she tasted, of the way she felt, of her mouthwatering scent, of the heat of her body.

I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her, to feel our bodies moving as one.

‘Fuck,’ she sobbed, her cunt squeezing me.

As an omega, her body was more malleable than the other designations, and her internal muscles were stronger.

My knuckles took a beating because of that, but I didn’t care, working her through her climax with my tongue until she shuddered and tried to squirm away.

I didn’t let her, though I eased up, pressing kisses to her hips. When her breathing slowed and her muscles relaxed, I withdrew my fingers and licked them clean, swallowing down her addictive taste. ‘Are you okay, beautiful?’

‘Mmm,’ she answered dreamily. ‘I think I’ve needed that for years.’

I frowned down at her. ‘Your heat alphas didn’t do that for you?’

She shook her head. ‘They don’t … They don’t get you ready . You just … take care of yourself until they provide a knot.’

‘But they get you off then, right?’

She flushed. ‘No, not on purpose. They don’t touch you at all, other than the, um, penetration.’

I stared at her. ‘That sounds fucking awful.’

‘It is.’ A savage growl came from the kitchen.

Right – the alphas. Who probably don’t want to hear about other alphas knotting one of their omegas .

‘It was,’ she amended. ‘I hated it. But I didn’t have a choice.

’ She licked her lips. ‘But I don’t want to talk about that right now.

Not when you could be inside me. If you want that. ’

I groaned, dipping down to press another kiss to her sweet clit. ‘I do want that. But I want you completely naked first.’

Satisfaction rolled through me when I saw her hands tremble. Her eyes were glazed and slick coated her rounded thighs. Then she unclipped her bra, and it was me who trembled.

‘You’re fucking perfect,’ I blurted.

Rose was all curves, her breasts full and heavy, tipped with dark pink nipples. Her waist dipped like an hourglass, and I wanted to lick every inch of her stomach.

She gave a soft snort, and there was something self-deprecating in it.

I’d read that heats were about more than just knots and cum; they were about bonding as a pack.

If Rose hadn’t had that – if she hadn’t had the adoration, support, and care that she deserved, that she needed – then it could have affected the way she felt about sex – and herself.

But I could try to make up for it.

‘I showed you mine,’ she said, in a breathy, teasing voice. ‘But you still have pants on, Seb.’

It took me all of two seconds to unbutton my jeans and shove them down.

I was so hard and slippery with precum that it should have been embarrassing, but I’d ceased to be humiliated by my omega body years ago, when Tristan proved, over and over again, just how much my desperate arousal turned him on.

It seemed to do something similar to Rose. Her tongue wet her bottom lip as her eyes fastened on my cock, goosebumps rising on her naked skin. I gave her a show, wrapping my hand around my shaft to pump lazily, encouraging more precum to bead in my slit.

‘Oh, fuck ,’ Rose whispered. She sat up; her eyes flickered to meet mine. ‘Can I?’

I didn’t know what she was asking, exactly, but I didn’t really care. I nodded, and she reached up to circle her fingers around my cock, leaning forward to lick a swipe over my head with her hot pink tongue.

Fuck .

Her tongue was heaven, and it was bliss when she sucked me down. She was tentative, her eyes on my face to track my reactions. ‘That’s amazing, Rosebud,’ I purred, my hand cupping her cheek. ‘You feel incredible.’

She popped off with a quiet gasp and a wet sound that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. ‘I like this. I didn’t think I would, but I do.’

Oh . My instincts loved the idea of me being one of her firsts. I stroked my thumb across her cheek. ‘I’m going to get an inflatable knot for you. I want to make you feel so good.’

‘You will,’ she murmured. ‘I know you will. Lie down, Seb. Let me drive.’

Fuck. Yes.

I dropped and spread myself out on the couch, my hands finding her hips when she crawled over me.

She pressed a kiss to my cheek, then gave me a less chaste kiss on the mouth, her tongue flicking against mine as she settled her wet heat against my cock.

I held on for dear life, trying not to explode as she slid her cunt over my shaft.

She gave me a smile – so beautiful, so hopeful, so very much mine – and her fingers wrapped tight around me as she lined our bodies up.

Yes, yes, yes –

‘Stop!’ Tristan shouted.