Page 80 of The Boss Omega
I dart my tongue across a round abstract pattern above his nipple. His muscles flex involuntarily. Yeah. I’m fucking into this.
“Nest.” I tell him. “Now.”
I want him there. Want his whiskey honey scent soaked into my sheets. I want to taste him. I want him to taste me.
I head toward the bathroom that leads to the nest, but when I turn around, Silas hasn’t moved. He’s still standing in the middle of my bedroom. Completely still.
“What’s wrong?” My omega is screaming now, clawing at the inside of my ribs. I won’t be able to hold her back much longer if he doesn’t hurry the fuck up.
“Lark.” His voice is low. Serious.
You’re doing this wrong,my omega accuses.
I ignore her. Because judging by the bulge at the front of his jeans, I’ve done something right.
But he still isn’t moving. A flicker of doubt trickles in.
“Have you changed your mind?” I mean for it to sound casual. Like it’s cool if we don’t do this. Like this was a choice I was making calmly. It comes out as a whine instead.
Goddammit.
Silas drags his hand across his beard. “Little bird, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than I want you.”
That’s all the invitation I need. I stumble toward him.
He catches me easily and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing. Then he sits on the edge of the bed with me across his lap. His cock presses against my thigh, so thick and hard that I perfume. Slick floods my panties and seeps through my jeans.
Silas groans. His head drops to my neck. He breathes in once. Twice. Three times. Then he murmurs against my skin.
“I don’t deserve you yet.”
My brain short-circuits. “What are you talking about? Of course you do.”
He shakes his head slowly. “When you asked about Saint tonight, something clicked.” He lifts his head and brushes a kiss across my cheek. I lean into it.
“You won’t be happy, not really, until all your alphas are on board.”
My scattered brain finally connects the dots. He’s talking about Saint. I open my mouth to argue. Then close it again.
He's right. He's completely right and he figured it out before I did.
“But you are one of my alphas,” I say softly. “I needyou.”
His lips graze mine. “You have me.” His voice drops lower. “Always.”
He doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean. And god help me, I fucking perfume again. It’s completely out of control now.
Silas shifts beneath me, clearly feeling the damp heat soaking through my jeans.
“So… we can’t be together until Saint gets his head out of his ass?”
A wicked smile curves across Silas’ mouth. “I won’t knot you until I know you’re completely ours.” His hand slides up my spine. “But I won’t let my little bird suffer.”
“So sex… without the knot?” My omega is disappointed, but I can live with this.
Silas chuckles under his breath. “No.” His voice drops to a growl. “When I take you the first time, you’re getting my knot. For now?” His teeth graze my neck. “You’ll have to settle for my mouth.”
Without warning he stands and drops me onto the mattress. He bends immediately, tugging off one shoe, then the other before working open the button on my jeans.
