Annie Nicholas: The Omegas

She wriggled and couldn’t control the small noises of pleasure she made. The heat of his mouth and the touch of his tongue drove her wild. “Ah... Yes.” She raged with fever, and he was the cure.

Daedalus rained kisses along her exposed neck while lowering her to rest against his hips again. She couldn’t stop her gasp when he nipped and tasted her flesh. Those sharp fangs teased but never broke skin. She felt his lips smile at her reaction. He pinched the hard nipple under his hand and ground the growing bulge in his jeans against her groin.

Short of breath, she clung to him. “Stop teasing me.” Her pussy steadily grew creamier with each grinding thrust.

His laughter rumbled deep within his chest. Demanding her mouth, he pressed his tongue inside, probing and greedy, leaving nothing unexplored. He released her breast to undo her jeans and yank them low enough to give him access. His other hand supported her weight against the fridge while he slid his fingers in her panties. They brushed between her outer labia. An enticing stroke along sensitive flesh.

She gripped his t-shirt when he plunged inside her. Pinned between his hard body and the fridge, with his fingers deep inside, she didn’t have much room to move.

He pressed his thumb to her clit, making circular motions, steadily pumping his fingers inside of her. His tongue traced along her ear. “You’re very wet.”

Grasping his shoulders, she groaned and tried to rock her hips to his rhythm. She’d forgotten how good a man’s touch could be. Pleasure throbbed and built. “Please, Daedalus...please.” The pressure released in an explosion of sinful delight, sending cascades of ecstasy through to her core.

She writhed under his hand and bucked against the fridge, trapped while this passion rode her, sending thrills of bliss down her limbs. Her legs clenched him closer, her sex grinding on his fingers. The pleasure seemed to know no end.

A sigh escaped her as the passion released her from its grip. She rested her head back against the cool fridge. Sweat trickled down her neck and between her breasts. Her blouse stuck to her skin and her curls to her face. Satiated, she closed her eyes to rest. Daedalus had other ideas.

Still thunder-struck, she didn’t understand when Daedalus whirled her to stand in front of the kitchen island, until he yanked her jeans and panties to her ankles.

He didn’t pull off his own jeans but tugged them down enough to expose his long, thick cock. “It’s my turn.” His voice, rough with heat, brushed her ear as he spun her to face the island.

His cock slid against her ass. The angle was all wrong, so he lifted her to lay face down across the counter, then grasped her hips.

He ran his hard length along her ripe opening. It nudged her, proceeding achingly slow as he stroked himself into her. The agonizing stretch of her sex caused some discomfort, almost to the point of pain. He continued his gentle entry until he was sheathed deep inside of her.

He stayed there, running his hands over her ass while spasms of tenderness and excitement surged through her, squeezing around him.

“Sugar... You’re so tight.” Hands trembling, he pumped slow deliberate strokes, each one accompanied by a small groan.

She struggled for breath, panting as his rhythm grew rougher.

He pounded, pressed, and plunged deep inside of her. Hot and hard, faster and faster, stoking the fire growing in her core.

The pleasure made her back arch, tightening her muscles around him, feeling every thick inch. His noises grew louder and wilder as he thrust himself in. And in. And in.

The orgasm coursed through her, suddenly loosed by his merciless onslaught. She bucked once more to the ecstasy while he held on and rode her. Mindless in its power, she cried out, unable to stop.

He joined her in duet and cried out, rejoicing in his conquest when he spilled himself into her yielding sex.

They tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Daedalus rolled onto his back, off Sugar, still panting from the astounding sex. He scooped her up to cuddle against his chest. She fit perfectly in his arms, as if she’d always belonged there.

The smell of lavender drifted from her silken, wavy blond hair as she murmured quiet, satisfied noises.

He grinned and couldn’t help feeling smug. That response rocked him, he’d expected something meeker from her. The passion she unleashed on him! He loved being surprised. After such a long existence, not many things astonished him anymore. More than a sweet temptation, this small, gentle neighbor symbolized a tornado of spun sugar. Now that he’d tasted it, he hungered for more. He was addicted.

To think he’d only been looking for a television tonight. He heaved up onto an elbow. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Looking up at him, her eyes widened. “More?”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Of course.” He pulled up his pants, then helped her stand. Her knees buckled when she got to her feet. His smug grin returned as he carried her to the bedroom.

The thumps of feet entering the building caught his attention. He sighed in disappointment. The Omegas were back. He’d hoped to get through one more round before they returned. No football and now no more sex.

Their progress should have pleased him. They’d cut their running time significantly. The rain helped, as he’d guessed.

He laid Sugar down on the blankets, taking in her honest, open face. She wanted him, he could smell it. Too bad their time for tonight was up.

He pushed a lock of hair from her face. “Your friends are back. They’ll be hungry. Do you still want them to come over?”

Eyes wide she looked down at her half-naked body, panic clearly on her face.

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “They’ll be soaked from the storm and will have to dry off first. When they’re done, I’ll send them over.” He chuckled. “You have time to clean up, and they can have the rest of the night off.”

“What about you? I want you to stay.”

Those five words made him happier than they should have. He would have loved to jump in her warm bed and make love all night, but he’d put something off for far too long. She cared for the Omegas. If they were to survive he needed to get this done.

“Another night. I have to go meet someone.” He kissed her, savoring her warmth, then left before the Omegas made their way up the three flights of stairs.

While they ate, he planned on checking out the alpha of the Ayumu pack. Damn, he hated rain.

Sugar struggled through the door with a bag of groceries, surprised to find the Omegas in her living room, flipping through her books. A flood of joy poured over her and proved how much she missed them. Without the Omegas, she felt alone.

She took a breath to settle her startled nerves and closed the door. Once in the apartment, she noted there were only three of them: Tyler, Katrina and Robert. She stomped on the small spike of disappointment when she didn’t spot her vampire stud among them. They hadn’t hired him to entertain her, after all.

Boxes of Chinese take-out sat on the kitchen island. Every time she looked at the island a thrill ran through her. No one had ever taken her with such raw desire. Daedalus was a skilled and scrumptious beast.

The time she’d spent with him had made her feel so alive and sexy. A small part of her wished it hadn’t happened, because now she thought of nothing else. Men like him didn’t want relationships, and she could accept that, but a break-the-box-springs, bring-the-ceiling-down affair would be a splendid change in her life.

A week had passed—who was she kidding, ten days and thirteen hours—since their fun in the kitchen. His strong body and careful restraint made her feel secure. He could have easily broken her, instead he’d ignited her. Her poor, abused fridge sat tilted to the left, it would never be the same. Since their glorious evening, time sped and left them only passing kisses to tease her awakened libido. Her frustration mounted.