Page 25 of Flight of the Omega

JP shivered. “Maybe,” he admitted, realizing both his and Jack’s fingers were working him over again. “Nn, yeah, okay.”

To his surprise, Jack just pushed his knees wider and put his face between JP’s legs again, mouth moving over him like a starved man at a feast. JP cried out and thrust himself against Jack’s mouth, yelping when fingers entered him again.

“Good?” Jack asked, pulling away, and JP protested the loss, because he was so, so close—

Jack pushed his head against JP’s rim. Their eyes met, and Jack waited for an interminable moment. Hesitantly, JP nodded, and Jack slid into him, pushing deep. JP’s eyes rolled back, and he couldn’t catch his breath. He could feel his dick swelling larger.

“Yes,” he panted, digging his nails into Jack’s shoulder. “Yes.”

“That’s right,” Jack murmured against the hollow of his throat, “tell me how you feel.”

“Oh God, right there,” JP moaned, rolling his hips to meet Jack’s thrusting, desperate for more friction. He slithered a hand between them, touching himself. “Fuck—yes, Jack!”

He almost lost himself as his second climax crashed over him, threatening to sweep him away. Bright light invaded his eyes when he opened them, and it was only Jack whispering, “Cerulean” that kept him in the moment. He was safe in Jack’s arms, in his room at Midlothian, and he haddecidedto do this.

He had chosen this, picked his own mate. And for a brief moment, JP felt like he was in control.