Page 97 of Runaway Omega


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My back arches. My nails are in his skin, and my mouth gapes open in a soundless scream as I twitch and grind, unable to hold still as my pussy spasms around his cock.

“Fuck,baby,” Kylian grinds out, pumping harder now as tension vibrates in his voice. “You’re making me lose my goddamn mind.”

I’m still climbing down from my shattering release when he starts moving again. Each stroke is slow, thorough, and determined to touch the end of me.

I need to see his face for this, need to know I’m not the only one struggling to breathe, to think.

And I’m not. His eyes burn and his jaw is tight as he pumps his erection deep into me.

I roll my hips, each of my downward motions meeting each of his upward. Our skin slaps together, the wet, meaty sound echoing all around us. We glide against each other so perfectly I think I want to do this forever.

We don’t kiss again. I need to see him come apart, and I think he needs the same thing. Our eyes are locked as Kylian eases his body from mine and works himself deep again.

His fingers tighten on my hips. A moment of sudden tension fills his eyes right before he groans, yanks himself out of me, and pins me to the edge of the pool.

He thrusts between my legs, each stroke rubbing the tip of his cock over my clit.

I grind myself on him, crying out as I thrash in the water. And then he slams against me, his knot flaring at the base of his cock. He groans as he spurts against my pussy, but he doesn’t stop moving. He changes the angle. Each hard thrust lifts me slightly out of the water and makes my toes curl. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding on with everything I have.

He said he wouldn’t knot me, and he didn’t. He pulled out before he could.

Still breathing hard, he slows his thrusts so his knot hits my clit with each dragging motion.

“Kylian,” I whimper, arching my back when I feel another climax fast approaching. “Oh God.” I work myself on him, riding his knot as if it’s just become my purpose in life. As if I’ll die if I stop. This feels so incredible, I really think I might.

He touches his lips to mine. “Come for me again, little omega.”

Those words trigger something in me. I lock my legs around his hips and shove myself down again and again, screaming my release as I explode.

Nearly twenty minutes later, we’re still floating in the pool in our waterlogged clothes. Kylian has his arms wrapped around me. I have my legs around his hips, and we’re face to face as he does all the floating for us.

“I don’t think it’s hygienic to do things like this in a pool,” I say.

“Probably not,” he agrees and kisses my throat.

I observe him for a moment. “You didn’t knot me.”

He slides his palm around the nape of my neck and dips his head to kiss me. “I told you I wouldn’t.”

I keep my eyes open during his brief kiss because I’m still thinking. “It can’t have been as good for you.”

Not as good as it would have been if he’d come inside me and knotted me. Not as good as he made me feel.

As he studies me, I do the same, marveling at him. He’s attractive. There’s no denying it. His steel-gray eyes are beautiful, and more often than not, I find them trained on me. His sloping nose, the golden warmth of his tan skin. Every inch of him is perfect. And yet, there’s this hidden core of something wild and a little filthy in him that I crave.

And his smell… I’m never going to get enough of his spiced whiskey, cedar, and bergamot scent for as long as I live. It’s the same with Cian and Rune. All different scents, but each intoxicating in their own way.

I’m going to leave them. One day. And every day I stay with them, I struggle to work out how I’m going to feel when I turn around and walk away.

The smart thing to do would be to leave now before whatever is making it so hard to envision a future without the three alphas in this house grows any stronger.

But I know I won’t leave. Even with the threat of my looming heat hanging over my head.

Not yet.

“It was good for me.” He touches his mouth to my throat, and I moan, instinctively angling my head up for more. “But this was never about me.”

Alphas are driven to knot, bite, and fuck omegas. Lawrence never fought those instincts, but these alphas seem to be very good at controlling theirs.

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