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With deliberate, long strokes, I flattened my tongue against his shaft and licked up from the base to the tip, making sure to give attention to every inch. I reached down to cup him just as I swirled my tongue over the head and took him deep. Jonah let out a grunt, his hands loosening to let me take him at my own speed. I slid my mouth up and down, running my tongue along the ridges of his skin, taking him a little deeper each time. But soon, he took over.
As he tightened his hands in my hair, I relaxed my jaw. He thrust into my mouth, challenging me to take him all the way to the root. I could feel his knot against my chin, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. He was moving faster, with jerking movements, about to come apart.
“You want to taste me, little omega?” His voice was ragged.
I nodded as much as I could around his cock as he fucked into my mouth, but another burst of slick between my legs was probably all the confirmation he needed.
Hot jets filled my throat, and I swallowed it down, greedy for it. Jonah growled, deep and resonant, pulsing and holding my head in place. As his grip slackened, I leaned back to lick up every last drop, and he groaned as I finished. He bent and lifted me under my arms, bringing me up into his fierce embrace.
I felt teeth scraping against my neck where it met my shoulder, and I tilted for him. It was instinct, and in the moment, I wasn’t even thinking. Thankfully, he had more control than I did. His teeth gripped my flesh but didn’t break it. He licked the spot, purring against my skin.
“Soon, little one. You’re mine. Ours. Once you’re sure about us, I will happily give you my bite.”
My body shivered against him, and I whimpered. He was right. I wasn’t ready yet. But still, I knew.
Thiswas what I’d wanted for so long. The dominance of an alpha, losing myself in their scent, wanting their bite. To be his little omega. God, hearing him call me that…it went straight to my pussy. It felt right.Hefelt right.
Jonah leaned back and kissed my forehead with a tenderness that made me sigh. He started to pull together the halves of my dress, and he chuckled.
“I need to take you to lunch, or you’re never going to leave this office.”
I laughed and nodded, taking over fixing my dress while he tucked himself back into his pants.
Thankfully, I had a spare pair of panties in my bag. The ones I’d been wearing were soaked, although I doubted anyone besides Jonah would notice my perfume. When I finished putting my hair back up in a messy bun, he held out his hand, and I let him lead me out.
8
SYLVIE
Over sandwiches, Jonah told me more about Edward, their pack member who had died. The other guys wanted me to know about him, but they felt like it was easier as a one-on-one conversation. At times, Jonah struggled, but I stroked his hand and his arm, and he settled. The knowledge that I was calming him, using my nurturing instincts, settled something in me as well.
Edward had been the romantic of the pack. The one who always talked about the omega they would find and the kids they would have. He’d been a doctor at the local hospital, specializing in pediatrics. Jonah choked up talking about all the sympathy cards that came with crayon drawings from Edward’s young patients. Tears ran freely down my face as I imagined it, as I felt the pack’s pain over Edward’s loss.
I understood why it was better to get the details all at once this way, so that I could walk into their house and not need any explanations. It was a sign of their trust in me that they wanted me to hear the stories. If I joined their pack, Edward would be a missing piece forever, and I would feel that.
But I didn’t want that to be all we talked about. As I was sipping the last of my iced tea, I asked about his art.
“I’ll show you my studio when you come to the house. You’ve seen my portfolio online?”
I nodded. The oil pieces he featured were beautiful, with shapes built up by thick layers of paint. Sometimes there was the suggestion of a tree or a house in the compositions, but overall they were abstract. I really liked them.
“How long have you been painting?”
“Forever. My parents saw how frustrated I was with writing, and they encouraged me to draw instead. Dictation software is a lot better now than it was then, but still. Art was a way for me to express myself without struggling. They told me not to worry about staying inside the lines. I dropped out of high school when I realized I could make money doing it.”
“They sound really supportive, your parents.”
“They’re great. I’d love for you to meet them.” He winked at me.
After lunch, Jonah walked me back to work, leaving me at the door with a lingering hug.
Then the hours dragged by. I somehow got some paperwork done and made plans for our next exhibit, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. We’d shared an amazing amount in a short time, both physically and emotionally. I could admit to myself that I was falling for him already.
But I needed some armor for facing the others, especially Luke. The dress I was wearing would now forever remind me of being spread out on my desk under Jonah, so I changed into the jeans and blouse.
When I got out my phone for directions, I saw a few texts from Eloise about going to a movie. I felt a stab of guilt that I hadn’t told her what was going on with the pack, but I reasoned that I still didn’t know what to tell her or Ronnie. This was all pretty new, and it would be premature to talk about it. Part of me worried that if I did start something with the pack, my relationship with my friends would change.
I’d always been an outsider to the whole omega/alphathing, just like them. If I suddenly became a part of it, would they see me differently? Would I get so wrapped up in the pack that I’d lose touch with them?
