19. Jeremy
Chapter nineteen
Jeremy
The omega in my arms whines, flushed with need. Her demand’s written in her scent, in the writhing of her body, and the way she doesn’t want to let me go. Gently I lower her down into her ring nest, and she immediately drags a cute sequin blanket over her stomach.
“Alpha,” she murmurs, arching her hips.
“I know, honey, I know.” I keep my voice soft and hold her hand, attempting to unbutton my jeans and strip. Her scented sweat lingers on my chest where we embraced, so even without her in my arms, her scent envelops me.
I have to release her to peel my jeans and underwear off, and I let out a sigh as my dick finally escapes the tight fabric. Next time, I’ll be sure to wear sweatpants.
Willow makes soft ah noises, and rearranges the pillows around her, looking for the perfect padding.
“Hurry,” she demands, craning around to search for me.
I grin as I kick the tight pants off my feet.
“Just be patient a minute longer,” I tell her, grabbing my bags.
She whines and thrashes her way out of her skirt and underwear while I set up my things within reach and grab my condoms. My bags nestle beside her cute little wicker boxes, which are loaded with more rubbers, lube, and wipes. She’s the sort of woman who prepares for everything, it seems.
And what a woman she is.
I set towels withing reach, along with my checklist and the digital thermometer, before pressing play on a small speaker already cued up with soft background music.
Willow flings one arm over her head and spreads her knees. Now completely bare, the sight of her in her nest, gaze fixed on me, hair darkening with sweat, sends a shiver down my spine. I need her, crave her, like I’ve never needed anything before.
She draws her knees up, and then I catch sight of it. Scrolled like carved artwork, dark red lines spiral around her thigh. For a split second, I think it’s a tattoo in magenta and blue ink, but then I remember her warning: don’t ask about the scars.
The ends of each mark feather out like fern branches or perhaps coral, the intertwined pieces running from her hip all the way to her knee. Obviously, it’s a traumatic thing for her, but I’ve never seen such beautiful or artistic scarring.
What happened to leave her like this? And without a heat for years?
Impatient, and succumbing to her heat, Willow rolls over, hands disappearing into the pretty sequins of her blankets.
She bellies down on a pillow, arms braced on the raised rim of her bed as she wriggles up on her knees.
A moment later she lets out a piteous noise and lifts her ass in the air. Presenting.
Oh fuck. My pulse takes off like a rocket.
I drop to my knees and hold her lovely ass cheeks. Silvery liquid drips from her pussy down onto the bedding, sheened with the pale glow from the fairy lights around us, and aromatic in a way I’d forgotten was possible.
“I’m here, honey. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.”
Willow pants lightly, looking over her shoulder at me and wiggling her ass.
“You ready for me?” I ask, voice cracking with the potency of the moment. “You want me to touch you there?”
“Alpha! Fuck me,” she orders, straining with all her body.
Well, shit, when she puts it like that . . . I lift her knees up onto my thighs so her ass is higher and touch my mouth to her shaved folds. Her juices, sweet as maple syrup, flow onto my tongue. She grips the bed edge with trembling hands as I swipe my tongue inside.
“Oh! Mm!” Willow nuzzles her face into the blanket, her toes curling against my forearms.
“Such a good girl,” I purr. “So responsive to your alpha. Make noises like that, and I just can’t help myself, darlin’.”
I suck, drawing out the sweet slick.
She mewls and thrusts her ass into my face. I grip her tight and get my tongue inside, lashing at her hot entrance. When she jolts from the sensation, I nibble all the way up her seam and kiss her pucker before finding my way back to her pussy.
In her arms I’ve discovered paradise, and I’m not even dead yet.
Willow’s tight inside and I tease her with my tongue, alternating sucking and licking until she’s shaking and crying out my name.
I skim one hand under her belly to find her nipples, squashed into the fluffy pillows.
She spasms, pussy clenching around my tongue.
Are all omegas this responsive? My cock aches to get inside her, flexing violently when I come up for air.
But desperate as we both are, I need to prep her properly.
Doesn’t stop me from giving my dick a few good strokes to rebalance the pressure as I pleasure her.
The omega tenses up, head bowed and fingers fisting in her sequin rug. Her body shivers as she comes all over my tongue and my balls ache, wanting the same release. I suck harder so I don’t miss any of her delicious nectar. Her pussy flutters on my mouth and then she goes limp.
“Oh, shit,” Willow murmurs into her pillows.
I chuckle silently. “We’re only just getting started, darlin’. But I’m glad you enjoyed the entrée.”
She gasps in a breath, trembling.
Stretching over her, I lift the sequin blanket away so it doesn’t get trapped under her body. Willow feels the tug and her eyes snap open, her hand fisting in the wool as she jerks it toward her chest.
That response, and the flash of alarm in her scent . . . does she think I’m trying to steal it?
“I just want to move it a bit, darlin’,” I say, releasing the sparkly blanket right away.
She drags it up, hugging the folds to her chest.
I wasn’t misreading things.
My heart hurts as I stroke her back. “Everything here is yours, Willow. I promise I won’t take anything away.”
She nods once without looking at me, but the tension remains, cramping the long lines of her body.
I lower her knees to the ground and grab the massage oil, warming the fluid in my hands before skimming it over her ass cheeks and lower back. She hums with enjoyment, head propped on her hands and eyes closing sleepily. After several minutes of massage, she relaxes.
Someone hurt her. Took things from her.
I don’t know her story, but I can’t forgive them; she’s such a precious, responsive woman, I can’t even imagine depriving her of something she wanted.
If nothing else, I can prove to her that this heat will be different.
My dick stays rock hard as I rub my hands over her.
Every dip and bone shape is a mystery I need to explore.
Between massaging, I take her temperature and record it in the Heat Wave app, along with our start time.
I don’t need to worry about fluid intake just yet, but it’s still in the back of my mind.
I want this heat to be the best experience she’s ever had.
It only takes ten minutes before the next hot flush runs through her, beading her skin with more sweat. She murmurs and flexes, hips touching down to the mattress before rising again.
“Willow,” I call, turning her over.
For a moment she stares at me with a misted gaze, but then recognition flashes through those sky-blue eyes. I feel like the Chosen One as she reaches her arms up to hook around my neck.
I hover over her and stroke her cheek. “Honey, shall I put it inside you now?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I’m pretty big. Let me know if anything’s uncomfortable.” I rubber myself, dropping the packet once in my haste.
Her gaze slides down my body to the long member sitting upright between my knees. Her eyes widen. “Fuck, Jeremy.”
I press my lips together to stop the smirk.
She rolls to one side and gets her legs under her to sit up, the dazed aura vanishing. Eyeing my goods, she says, “I don’t recall ordering king-size.”
“On the house upgrade.” I tease, rocking back so my body stretches out. “You want to inspect?”
“That’s . . . allowed? You don’t mind?”
I shake my head. Whoever taught this omega to be so hesitant about taking what she wants ought to be buried six feet under.
Willow’s hands quiver as she reaches for me. She drags the condom loose and chucks it out of the bed. The moment her fingers graze my swollen head, a hot thrill pulses through me, so violent I let out a groan.
“Look which good boy likes being touched now,” she says breathily.
“Fuck, do I ever.”
She chuckles and pitches forward. One minute I’m in the realm of humans, the next I’m transported to Valhalla, a Valkyrie sucking me down. Or trying to, considering the size.
“Willow,” I groan out, lightly touching her hair.
She grips my base and sucks more in. My knot, recognizing its new master, swells under her fingers. When she squeezes the rigid muscle, I see stars. Never has touch lit me up the way this omega’s doing.
“You’re gonna make me come like that,” I protest.
She smiles around my dick but sucks harder, perfuming the air with her desire. I gasp for breath and play with her hair, using the touch to stay grounded. Something crackles inside me, vibrating and reverberating in my chest.
Willow looks up in shock as my purr echoes. The saliva coating her lips, the flush on her cheeks, all of it’s too much.
“Omega, honey, please. Please don’t tease me anymore?”
She lifts her chin, repeated gasps spasming the creamy skin of her breasts.
I pull her against my chest. “Please let me get my cock as deep inside you as I can go. Now.”
She moans and climbs me, legs spread and body slamming into mine.
I tip backward, leaning on the cushions, and balance her in place.
I didn’t intend to make the omega ride me, but now that we’re here, it feels perfect.
I grip my cock and press it to her entrance, then twitch as I remember the discarded condom.
“One second, darlin’.” I lean past her and grope blindly for the packet until my fingers tangle with a sealed condom.
She straight out growls at me. “No. Leave it off. I want to feel you. All of you.”
I laugh, joy flooding through me at the knowledge I’m so wanted. “But, Willow, I’m supposed to—”
Her little nose wrinkles up and her eyes narrow. “I ticked the wrong box, okay? I know you get tested all the time, and I haven’t been with anyone for seven years.”