Annie Nicholas - The Omegas

She traced her fingers along her collarbone, then around her cleavage. “I bought a house.”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes followed the patterns she drew on herself. The Sahara settled in his mouth, and everything he thirsted for sat on his lap. He licked his lips. She had no idea how she affected him. The hunger she produced.

One of the dress straps slid off her shoulder and exposed more tender flesh. “The original Omegas are moving in while I’m here visiting.”

“Yeah?” She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“There’s room for one more.”

He tore his attention from her flesh and lifted his face to meet her eyes. “You want me to move in with you and live with the Omegas again?”

She nodded, eyes wide and earnest. “I’ve missed you. After the attack I was afraid. I didn’t know what to do, where I belonged, or how to stay safe.”

“So you left.” It came out harsher than he intended.

She straightened and pulled up the dress strap. If he could have taken those words back, he would have.

“Yes, I needed space.”

He chuckled at himself. The thought of living with the Omegas again caused him a little trepidation. It had gotten crowded in their slight apartment, yet he’d enjoyed their company and had some fun. Boundaries would have to be set. They wouldn’t be allowed to use his coffin as a coffee table again, and there would be a television. A big one. But he’d have his Sugar.

He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. With a brush of his lips on hers all was forgiven. None of it mattered, adjustments could be made, his existence would continue on a happier path. He’d given much of his time to his people over the centuries, Sugar would be his reward.

She moaned after she retreated from his kiss. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

Bouncing on his lap, she hugged him and pressed against his hard-on. “I’m glad this hasn’t changed,” she whispered as she ground her ass on him. She glanced over her shoulder at the white fur rug spread in front of the hearth. “Nice rug. What kind of animal is it?”

“Polar bear.”

She glanced at him, eyebrows raised.

He shrugged. “I’m a natural predator and a competitive man.”

“A predator of predators?”

“Not so much anymore.” He couldn’t stop watching Sugar as she removed her shoes and ran her toes through the thick, pale fur of his rug.

“It’s soft.” She slid off his lap to walk to the middle of it. “I’ve missed you.” She reached back and unzipped her dress, baring her skin an inch at a time. “I want to show you how much.” The heated gaze she offered him over her shoulder melted him to the chair. The dress pooled at her feet. Naked, she dropped to her knees and crawled across the fur.

The flames in the hearth created the only light in the room. It reflected off her smooth skin, highlighting every luscious curve. She stretched her abdomen along the fur. It barely brushed her taught stomach and ripe nipples.

The blood rushed from Daedalus’s head straight to his cock, turning his erection painful with need. He’d denied himself any kind of release since they’d last been together two months ago. It took every ounce of his will power to control the urge to bury himself to the balls in her. Instead, he undid enough buttons to be able to pull his shirt over his head, then struggled out of his pants.

When he approached to stand in front of her, she came to her knees to receive him, touching the length of his legs with her hands. The gentle contact of her kisses as they traveled up his thighs made him quiver in anticipation. She knew what he needed, what he wanted. She lapped at his balls with the tip of her tongue and ran her hands over his hard ass. Torture seemed to be her game. Wanting a better view, he pushed her sunlight spun hair from her face.

Boldly she ran her tongue up his cock, like a lollipop.

He gasped and threw his head back, catching himself when he stumbled since his knees turned to jell-o. The onslaught of pleasure almost caused him to lose control. Almost. He tangled his fingers in her hair.

She gazed up at him. Her breath came in heated puffs over his tip. The hunger in her eyes matched his.

“Sugar.” Her name came out as a groan from the pit of his stomach. She would grant his earlier wish.

Her sumptuous, glossy red lips covered him. She took her time to slide all the way to his base. Dewy, moist, warm. She angled back so he could watch himself slip out while she pulled away.

A sound of ecstasy rolled off his lips before she started to suck him in and out. And in and out. An intense fast rhythm, taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke.

His breath grew ragged with the pace. He twined his fingers in her curls to thrust himself with her rhythm. Passion surged through his body, and the depth of it staggered him. Control slipping, he concentrated to slake off some of this intense desire.

It wasn’t working.

“Sugar... I can’t... Oh...yes...”

She slowed the rhythm and swallowed him deep, then sucked hard as she withdrew.

He breathed in short, sharp gasps as she repeated this over and over, drawing animalistic grunts and groans from him. Unable to hold back any longer, he slid himself down her eager throat to feel her swallow his seed.

Her hands slid around his ass, clasping him there until he was spent.

He slipped out of her mouth as he came down hard on his knees, then wrapped her in his arms tight. “Sweet, sweet, Sugar,” he whispered. Laying her onto the white fur, he looked over the body of the woman who’d haunted him. Round, voluptuous breasts with their pink, ripe nipples, smooth creamy skin, and pale yellow curls damp with her dew. So many choices he couldn’t decide where to start.

“Feed on me.”

“I plan to.” The decision made for him, he spread her legs.

“Not that. Bite me.”

“Really?” A thrill of malevolent delight ran up his spine. Sex was great but with blood it became mind-blowing.

A slight tremor shook her. “I want you.”

He could smell her fear building. It would make her delicious, yet he’d learned by past mistakes fear was stronger than love. It would destroy anything between them.

“You don’t have to do this. You had me when you stepped out of the cab.” He added as much reassurance to his smile as he could.

She returned it, and the scent of fear vanished. “Be gentle, you’re my first.”

He crawled up her body in one fluid motion and stared deep into her clear green eyes. This experience was important to him. If he screwed up, she’d never let him do it again. How long could he stay with her without it?

He caught her mind like all his prey, then willed her to feel no pain, to relax and enjoy the feel of his body against hers. She wrapped him in her arms and legs, a low moan whispered in his ear. He was surprised to feel his cock responding already.

She turned her head to the side.

As he kissed down her throat, he could hear the drumming beat of her heart. It intoxicated him. He fondled her breast, teasing the nipple, eliciting a moan when she arched against him. His sharp fangs closed over her neck to pierce her tender, salty skin.

The initial spill of blood flowed down his throat. He wanted to savor it and remember this taste forever. He let it trickle out on its own, trying not to be greedy, not wanting to take too much. Later it would be harder to control this hunger.

She writhed under him and made mewing noises.

It drove him crazy. He released her breast to slide his fingers along her wet slit. Her scent drifted up to him, adding to his excitement. His fingers slid inside her to touch the silky cushion of her sex. The nub of her clit brushed his thumb and caused her to cry out. He ground it in circular motions.