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“Want to taste–” and we both blushed. “Sorry–” he said, carefully removing his hand from my hip and placing it on the bed beside me. He was still crouched over me, though, caging me in against my bed. I could see the effort it took him to not be touching me, and my walls clenched, wanting. “We can stop.”
“No–I mean, I want to. I want you,” I said, reaching my arm around his neck, pulling him in closer. “I just… I’m not like this usually,” I continued. “I want you to know that I don’t make a habit of this. I’m not–”
“Shh,” he said, nosing against me. His lips met mine, kissing me slowly, teasing my mouth open. I was sure he could taste himself there, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it made it hotter–his tongue licked the inside of my mouth, and I swear I could hear him growling, feel it reverberating in my chest. “We can do whatever you want, or nothing at all.” He kissed me again, then pulled back slightly, so I could see his face. His eyes were dark. “But I want to taste you, Ella.” He paused. “Omega.”
I couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath at his word. It was so simple: omega. But I knew, as the word spilled from between his white teeth, that he was as affected as I was. I could hear it in his rough voice. And I could feel it, the heat of our mutual desire, still unsated, reverberating between us, through that unexplainable connection I felt.Wefelt. He kissed down my body, leaving me flushed and trembling in the wake of his lips, and when they finally met the crease of my thigh, I was already halfway to falling apart. I didn’t have time to be shy as his fingers slipped my sodden panties from my hips, revealing me to him–he was already bending his head to the V of my legs, his tongue darting out to taste my slickness, tracing over my folds before his lips met bare skin, kissing me deeply. I was quaking and shuddering before I could stop myself; a flood of sizzling heat sweeping through my body, my vision going starry for a moment, and I grabbed desperately at Charlie’s blond hair, my clit oversensitive from my orgasm and yet… as his tongue lapped against my entrance, his fingers slipping inside to press against my clenching walls, it was all I could do to keep from pressing his head down into me, grinding against his hot tongue, his confident fingers delving into me, too much and not enough. He moaned into me, sending vibrations through my skin, and the hand not busy fucking me gripped my thigh tighter, spreading me wide. He was all tongue and lips and fingers and I melted into him, releasing a flood of sweetness as a tidal wave of pleasure crested through my body.
His kisses turned soft and languid, his fingers withdrawing from me to rub circles into my stomach, his tongue still pressed against my folds. I nudged him up, pulling at his shoulder until his face was level with mine on the bed, and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips, now pink and plump.
“Omega,” he murmured again, kissing me, letting me roll him onto his back, where I straddled him. I was still wearing my bra; I reached behind my back to unclasp it, and–finally–we were both naked. I could see his cock twitch in my peripheral vision even as his eyes never left mine. I reached down, taking him in hand, finding him hard and hot.
“Can you… again?” I asked, not wanting to finish the sentence, and he nodded, covering my small hand with his larger one, pumping it up and down his shaft. I drew his other hand to my breast, which he grasped, his thumb brushing back and forth across my tightly budded nipple. His eyes shut for a moment as his hand left his cock, trailing up my waist and onto my other breast, and I let my own eyelids flutter closed, letting his fingers tease against my skin, focused on the feeling of our bodies touching. I stroked his cock, up and down, working up a rhythm with one hand, then adding my second. I squeezed the base of his shaft–he had liked that, before–and was rewarded with a low moan of pleasure.
“Fuck, Ella, that’s perfect.” I squeezed again, in time with the pumping of my other hand. “Just like that,” he panted, and I could feel him working back against me now, thrusting into the circle of my hands. His hands were restless, wandering from my tits, to my waist, to my thighs, spread wide over his own, then up over my shoulders, down again along my waist, up to cup my breasts again, to flutter over my nipples, to squeeze my soft skin. I opened my eyes to see him staring not at my tits, but at my lips. “Want to kiss you,” he said, and I bent to press my lips to his. He cupped my face with his hands, keeping me close. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured into my lips. “You tasteso fucking good.”
And he was coming, hot ropes of sticky come spurting from his hard, purple cock to coat his chest in whiteness. I had the odd desire to lick it from his flushed skin, but busied myself with his mouth, kissing his slack lips and tangling his tongue in mine as he lay panting beneath me, his cock still hard, still twitching and spilling over my gentle fingers. I collapsed, unable to stay upright for a moment longer even if I knew I was maybe smothering him and definitely getting myself all sticky. I didn’t care; I resented the space between us. I was buzzing with desire once again, wantingmorethis time, but–I couldn’t. This would have to be enough. For tonight.
For ourfirst fucking date, I remembered, blushing pink on top of my sex-induced flush. I buried my face in his shoulder, breathing in his musky, alpha scent. He curled around me, reaching over the edge of the bed for his shirt which he used to wipe us up, just a little, before tossing it back to land in a heap on the floor. He hummed, pulling me into him, on his face a small smile that I felt compelled to return. My body was softening into his embrace, the last vestiges of desire draining away, leaving me feeling satisfied and–I yawned–sleepy. Charlie’s gentle fingers were in my hair, smoothing through my tangled strands and taming what I was sure was a serious case of sex hair, and I snuggled deeper into his shoulder.
I could barely remember the last time I’d done… any of this, but I knew it hadn’t been likethat. Was this why people chased alphas? Somehow I knew that no–it wasn’t because he was an alpha, it was because it was him.Charlie. The thought stayed with me, wrapping around my heart like his arm around my waist as I fell into a deep sleep.
Charlie
I woke slowlythe next morning. The cold early-winter sun rose late, filling the room with a slow, sticky, golden light that filtered through my closed eyelids. It was warm under the blankets. Next to Ella. I noticed my morning wood nudging insistently against her thigh, and willed it away. It was tough though, when the events of last night were still so clear in my mind: I hadn’t known what I was doing, calling Ellaomegalike that, asking to fuckingtasteher, my cock twitching untouched between my naked body and Ella’s. She had beengloriousclad only in a sexy little lace thong and a matching bra and I had been rock hard again even after I’d spilled in her mouth–fuck,her mouth–just a moment earlier. I had been able to feel myself fraying, turning from a man into a bundle of raw instinct and desire only held together by a vague idea ofnot being a dick. I wanted to–well, what my alpha wanted to do didn’t bear thinking about, but I, Charlie, wanted to please her, wanted to take Ella apart inch by inch and hear her pleasure, taste it, feel it, drink it.
So when she reacted like that–her arm around my neck pulling me down to her, her lips parting under mine, her legs twitching, her back arched–I had said it again. “Omega,” I had whispered, my lips on her neck again.Omega, I murmured as I removed her bra, tossing it over the side of the small double bed.Omega, as I laved over the flushed pink nipple, hard and tight on the tip of her full breast.Omega, as I inched down the bed, peeling off the black lace of her panties, which were gratifyingly wet. My alpha purred in the knowledge that it was forme. Her legs spread, and her scent was all around me: peaches and sugar and caramel and hot, liquid desire. The scent of an omega. How did my brothers stand it, knowing they hadthisat home constantly? How did they ever leave?
Now, with her beside me in the bed, her leftover makeup smudged around her eyes and her mouth gently parted, I dared to say it again.
“Ella,” I whispered, reaching out to stroke a finger along her cheek. “Omega.”
Her eyelashes fluttered open, and whatever softness I had willed into my dick was instantly gone when her gentle, morning-blue eyes opened and met mine.
“Mmm, Charlie,” she said, moving closer to me. I was sure she could feel my cock against the bare skin of her thigh. “What time is it?” Then her eyes snapped open. “Fuck, what timeisit?” She was up and out of bed in an instant, pulling the sheet with her and leaving me rock hard and buck naked on her suddenly de-sheeted bed. She located her phone among the detritus of last night, giving me a view of her perfect ass through a gap in the sheet wrapped hastily around her. I pulled my thoughts away fromthat, though, to see her checking the time and swearing. “It’s fuckingMonday–”
Oh.ItwasMonday.
“I have to go,” she said, distractedly pulling on a soft bralette and sweater.
“I would love to send you out into the world like that,” I said, sitting up in bed. I had nothing to cover myself with, so I didn’t bother; I put my feet on the floor and leaned back. Ella’s head popped through the neck of her sweater, and her gaze snapped to my cock. “I’m not sure your coworkers will appreciate you showing up at the office, um…” I wasn’t sure how to finish my sentence delicately. The truth was that she looked… well-bred, and not in the “blue blood” sense of the term. She smelled like it too, a scent of juniper and peach and caramel and the unmistakable musk of alpha come. It made my cock twitch greedily and my alpha roar with triumph and delight, but I doubted the infamous Lara Stevens, editor, would see it the same way. It was in no way office-appropriate. I rose, spinning her around towards the open door of a small bathroom. I guided her towards it gently, my hands on her shoulders, one arm in a sweater sleeve, the other bare under my palm. “Let me clean you off first.”
* * *
She hadn’t let me join her in the shower, although she did take one herself, leaving me to get dressed and brew her some store-brand coffee in her no-frills coffee machine. She was grateful for the travel mug I dug out of her cupboard full of mismatched cups and souvenir mugs, and although I hadn’t been sure how she took her coffee, the way she barely took one look at it before rushing out the door told me that she either took it black, as I had left it after having found no coffee creamer in the fridge, or that she didn’t really care. She left me with instructions to leave the key under the mat, and take my time, or not, or whatever. She was late, obviously.
After the whirlwind of her departure settled, I stood alone in her kitchen, washing out the coffee pot, my chest hollow. It was that she was gone, my omega, but also, it was Monday, and the girl I had spent the night with was off to a real job, whereas I was going to… what? Go back to the townhouse and..? I scrubbed my hand over my face. I wanted–needed–a shower, despite the deep satisfaction of our mingled scents on my body, but now that Ella was gone, it felt too strange to help myself to hers. I shoved my feet back into yesterday’s socks and shoes and trekked home.
* * *
Jack was there when I arrived, of fucking course. The scent of his definitely-not-store-brand whole bean coffee was fragrant in the air, his papers scattered around him as he sat in the kitchen on his laptop. He couldn’t even be in his home office?
“Hey, Charlie,” he said, as I walked in the room, then he turned to face me, a look of surprise on his stupid, boring face.
“Don’t.” I said. “Don’t even–”
“I thought you were hiding in your room,” he started, as I crossed to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup, my back to my older brother. I rolled my eyes as he continued. “But you were at yourmate’shouse!”
“I was.”
