“Because…I wanted to.”
“Because you wanted to?” I ask incredulously.
“We could stop.”
I haven’t moved an inch off her. We’re almost like two magnets who can’t be pulled apart.
“We probably should.”
“Or you could touch me,” she whispers.
As if I don’t have any control over my reaction to her, I push a curl off her face and I don’t think I’ve seen anyone more beautiful. I should back off, and we can go back to how things were before we got here. Well, not exactly how things were, but something else. Part of me wants to plead with her, force her to give me reassurance that she’ll stay. Because I know if I let this go any further, there’s no turning back.
“Hey. It’s okay,” she tells me, placing a delicate hand on my chest. “I got caught up in the moment. This has been so fast, you apologized but you still don’t really like me, it’s okay.”
This time I’m the one blinking down at her. She thinks I don’t like her? That I don’t find her attractive?
“Shut up,” I tell her back, and bring our lips back together.
Maisie is frantic underneath me, her nails scratching at the nape of my neck and digging into the muscle of my shoulder.Eventually she gets fed up with my shirt being on and I grip the material at the back of my neck and toss the shirt across the room.
I wish I could bottle up her reaction to seeing my bare chest for the first time. Her breath hitches and something tells me if I could scent her right now, she’d be perfuming. Her fingers trace along the specks of hair on my chest, and I can see why Lain and Greer were immediately taken with her.
How could I have missed what they saw in Maisie?
The logical part of me is screaming to protect myself—but the Alpha nurturer inside me—the natural instinct to take care of an Omega, this one specifically, wins over everything else.
I pull up Maisie’s shirt, kissing against her stomach as she helps me take the fabric off. My face nuzzles against her soft skin as I work my way up to her breasts. She isn’t shy as she helps push the cups of them down, baring herself to me.
My mouth waters as I suck a nipple into my mouth and I groan with pleasure as she runs her nails through my hair.
I can’t fuck her.
Even if I really want to, even if my cock is leaking and my knot is swelling in my underwear. Kissing her, seeing her like this, it’s already too much. If I knot her? I’ll be on my fucking knees begging her not to leave me, doing whatever devious shit I need to do to keep her here.
It makes sense to eat her out right?
Right.
I don’t waste any time changing my mind, instead I pull down her pajama pants. There are the panties I saw her in earlier, the ones that had me so hard that I had to sit down so that it wasn’t glaringly obvious what she was doing to me.
There’s a wet spot right down the crease and I can’t help myself as I bend forward, sucking her wetness into my mouth.
“Oh, God,” Maisie lets out, her back arching, her fingers back in my hair.
“You have such a pretty pussy,” I tell her as I roll her panties down her legs, fisting them in my hand.
She looks down at me with such wantonness, I can’t hold back anymore as I bring my mouth to her center. She gasps as I suck her clit. She’s so responsive that I don’t even feel guilty for not putting my fingers inside her. Instead, I’m freeing my cock from my underwear and wrapping it with her slick-covered panties and stroking myself.
Maisie realizes what I’m doing, that I’m so fucking turned on by feasting on her pussy that I can’t stop from jerking off. It has her canting her hips against my mouth and holding my head against her cunt.
Slick drips down my chin and pre-cum covers my fist as I work to get both of us off.
“Right there, Alpha, please,” she says mindlessly.
The words just spill out of her mouth, but they wreck me all the same. My fist fucks into the tiny fabric of her red panties as I suck and lick her clit with even more fervor.
I finish first; drenching the fabric clutched in my hand in cum as I whimper against her wet cunt. Her release gushes against my mouth as she moans loudly, her back bowing off the bed.
