Page 15 of Outlaw's Omega
It would be easy, so easy to push her back and take her. Let myself lose myself in the warm wetness of her body.
She was like a temptress, a beautiful seductive temptress.
“Yes alpha.” She looked up at me from beneath her fluttering lashes. She had looked at me like that once before but it was nothing like this. Her eyes, her face, her body they were all screaming sex. They begged me to sink into her. To fill and stretch her sweet pussy until she couldn’t take any more.
Gone was that good girl, who lowered her eyes like she was meant to. This was a woman. A woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
And that something was me.
Bree looked every bit a sex kitten with her beautiful back arched as she tempted me to mount her.
Shaking my head, I took several long deep calming breaths. I had to get myself under control. If I didn’t then I would have no choice but to leave her. Lock myself away so I didn’t hurt her.
“Come to me Kitten,” Settling myself on the cold floor I opened my arms to her, obediently she crawled towards me. Her fingers clawing at the leg of my trousers. I gathered her up in a rush. Until she was firmly sat on my lap, almost instantly the slick that was falling from her soaked through my clothes. She was covered in that hot wetness and now so was I. And still, I wanted more. I wanted to rub it over my body, roll around in it so it covered me from head to foot.
I wanted to taste it. Let it sit on my tongue so I could savour the taste that was uniquely hers.
I couldn’t help myself, my hands trailed up her thighs, sliding through the wetness that coated them. I had done this once before, under the table at her father’s house. But this was different. This time we were alone. No one around but me and her.
With shaking hands I let my fingers trail over her body, my touch as light as a feather. And it was hard. So damn hard.
“Are you in pain Bree?”
For a moment she seemed confused, her eyebrows pinching together. “I….” Her plump bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. She worried it as she continued to stare up at me with those wide doe-like eyes. “I don’t know.”
The fingers that had been trailing up her slender throat came to rest on her cheek. “What do you mean you don’t know?” How could she possibly not know how she was feeling. Tilting her chin up I searched her face.
Close up her eyes were glazed. She was drugged. Probably floating on some cloud somewhere where she didn’t know whether she was coming or going.
Bree made a mewling sound in the back of her throat as she pressed her face into my shirt. “I need….”
Even with her drug-addled brain, her body was taking over. Biology overrunning the humanity in her. The same as it was with me.
“I know what you need Bree.” Tightening my arms around her I forced her head back against my shoulder. “Lean back on me and let me take care of you.”
“I need…” she shook her head, her damp hair whipping against her cheeks. “But not you, I don’t want you… I need...”
“I know.” Holding her head against me I began to purr. For the first time in my entire life, I purred for a woman. It came naturally, the sound vibrating through my chest and into her. Her breathing calmed, her lips parted as she sighed.
“I know and it’s all ok, it’s going to be ok.” The hand that wasn’t holding her to me, trailed down her body. Skimming down over the side of her small breasts and dropping lower still.
Eagerly her knees fell open, her breathing coming in short sharp pants as my hand dropped lower still.
I knew what she wanted because it was what I wanted as well and it was the one thing I couldn’t do.
At the same time though I needed to touch her.
Her thighs parted even more and without thinking I delved my hand between them. Sliding them up through the moisture that coated them.
A growl fell from me, so loud and unexpected that it echoed off the walls, bouncing around the room. Bree mewled again at the sound.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to move slower. Fighting with everything I had against my own nature I skimmed my fingers against her lips.
She was so wet that it would be easy to push one thick digit into her. To ease some of her discomfort but the doctor’s words echoed in my brain.
Bree tensed, fighting against my hold on her. And pain sweet across her face like a storm.
I had hurt her, Hell I had barely touched her and already I was causing her pain.
