Page 31 of Glitterati Omega

He gasped for air, like he’d forgotten how to breathe; the table caught him when he went slack.

Winston didn’t stop humming, didn’t stop sucking, didn’t stop thrusting his fingers in, and Rupert shuddered and shook, trembling around what might have been aftershocks or something more. He had no idea, just that he was singing with ecstasy, better than anything he’d ever had before, and he rocked frantically into the alpha’s ministrations, already desperate for more.

Vaguely, he was aware that was likely heat getting the better of him at last. But he couldn’t care. He was wanton, needy.

Winston pulled his mouth away at last, though he left his fingers buried inside Rupert. “How do you feel?” he asked gently.

“Amazing,” the omega replied. “Not enough. Need more.”

The alpha’s low chuckle was as potent as his humming had been, and Rupert shuddered. Self-consciousness was dead and gone; he stretched and writhed, and he didn’t care what he looked like as he did it. He just needed to satisfy this fever.

Winston swore, softly, under his breath, and Rupert closed his eyes, panted because he couldn’t stand how much that turned him on. He was aching, dripping everywhere, and he needed to come again, as soon as possible.

Those fingers languidly stroking his insides weren’t enough to get him there. He whimpered.

“What would you like?” Winston asked. “Do you want to come again now, or are you ready for intercourse?”

“I.” His brain had disconnected, apparently; he had no idea how to answer that. What were words? Couldn’t the alpha just divine what he needed from the way he was panting and carrying on? It would have been easier.

Hedesperatelywanted to be bonded, suddenly, achingly. And that was followed by a horrific pang of melancholy—Thomashadbonded him,hadto have known what he needed and wanted and had …

Oh, hell. Now was not the time to think about that bastard.

Winston peered at him curiously. He had no idea what the alpha thought, let alone what his own face might be saying. He panted as the other man pushed those fingers back into him, quite literally feeling him out.

“You’re very wet,” Winston informed him at last, “and loose.”

Rupert felt struck. How dare—

The alpha chuckled. “Love,” he almost purred. Then, more soberly, “Rupert. Youshouldbe loose.”

He blinked, felt his brows tent. “What?”

“It means you’re relaxed,” the alpha continued breezily, then met his gaze. “That you’re turned on. Excited.” His expression then was almost sorrowful. “It might hurt otherwise.”

Rupert stared at him for what felt like the longest moment in history. Then he tilted his head back and shouted, “Fuck!”

He’d been doing this allwrongthen? For years and years.God, Thomas had been right about something, at least: he was a stupid cunt.

Then again, Thomas was apparently just as bad.

When he opened his eyes again, Winston was still watching him cautiously. “Um,” the omega said finally, pressing his lips together. “I. Um.”

The alpha smiled, then pulled his fingers out. “It’s all right,” he said. “We can take a break.”

“Oh—no,” Rupert said. He didn’t wantthat. “I want to keep going.”

Winston looked at him, perhaps surprised. He felt his cheeks heat again. “I, um. Just … am trying to think. But it’s rather difficult; I am fairly certain I am nothing but nerves right now and they’re rather not concerned withwhatwe do so long as it feels good.”

The alpha chuckled again, and oh, Rupert knew he was in trouble. He liked that sound too much. “You, ah, could … keep touching me?”

The alpha smiled warmly before backing up a few more paces. “Perhaps,” he said, landing a hand on his belt, and Rupert’s eyes widened. “Or maybe you could touch yourself, love.”

“That … is also an option.” Rupert couldn’t take his eyes off the alpha, who unfastened his belt, then slid it out of the loops.

He paused and looked up at Rupert, still smiling. “You have to actually touch yourself for it to happen,” he said gently.

Rupert forced himself to breathe. “Right,” he said. “Um.”