Chapter 21 #2
Graham lets out a quiet breath and rubs the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little unsure of himself. “I should probably tell you something,” he says.
I tilt my head. “That sounds ominous.”
He huffs out a small laugh, but the uncertainty doesn’t leave his face. “It’s just… different right now,” he says. “When you had that spike yesterday, things were easier.”
“Easier?”
“My alpha kind of took over.” A flush creeps up his neck. “Instinct handled most of the decision making.”
“And now?”
“Now it’s just me. Same as you.” He holds very still.
I reach up and smooth a curl away from his forehead. “I know,” I say.
He blinks.
“I like you,” I continue. “The you who found every fuzzy pillow in the store. The you who explains your research to me like I’m smart enough to get it.”
That makes him smile, but the nerves are still there.
“I’m not exactly the most experienced guy in the world,” he admits. “I mean, I’m not… completely clueless.” He glances away briefly. “But you’re my first omega.”
I’m absurdly thrilled to learn this.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you what you actually want.”
I slide my hand down his arm until our fingers lace together. “Graham.”
He looks at me again.
“You already are.”
His brow creases slightly.
I squeeze his hand gently. “You listen. You pay attention. You care about whether I’m comfortable. Do you know how rare that is?”
He considers that. “I suppose statistically it might be—”
I kiss him again before he can finish the sentence. This time he laughs against my mouth, the nervous tension easing a little as he relaxes into the pillows around us. His arm slides around my waist, drawing me closer without any rush or pressure.
We part. “You haven’t been with an omega, but you must have thought about it.”
His cheeks and neck burn a bright and painful red. “I have… ideas.”
My fingers slide into his curls again, drawing him down for another kiss.
“Tell me.”
“I want—” He clears his throat. Twice. “I want to watch us.”
Now it’s time for my face to heat. “Like on video?”
He shakes his head. “No!” His ears go immediately red. “I mean… maybe. Eventually. I meant in a mirror.”
Fuuuck.
That has my omega sitting straight up.
I untangle myself from his arms and push myself out of the bed. I open the doors to an antique armoire. Long mirrors line the inside of each door.
“I’ll be right back.”
He shifts, eyes unblinking.
In the bathroom, I dig through the piles of shopping bags until I find one of the nighties.
Might as well go all-in on the fantasy, right?
It’s the dark green set that Graham chose.
It includes a balconette bra, sheer thong panties, and a belt that cinches in my waist and connects to two garters by thin, silky ribbons.
I look in the bathroom mirror before I go back out. Graham Wiley has excellent taste.
When I return, he’s removed his shirt, giving me a heavenly view of his lean body and all the tattoos I haven’t had time to map yet. His sweatpants are tenting at the front.
“You look like a present,” he whispers, like he still can’t believe it. It makes my chest do something complicated.
I don’t hesitate. I’m in his arms, hands clutched in his curls.
He throws me onto my pile of pillows. My back hits the nest and fresh slick gushes out of me. I did not expect that from him. My omega didn’t either. We’re both delighted.
I make a mental note to tell him to trust his instincts because they are spot on.
So good, my omega agrees.
He crawls between my open legs and pushes my panties to the side. He pauses, his mouth against my inner thigh.
"I was so jealous of Silas that first night." He says it quietly, like a confession. "I wanted it to be my tongue on you. My fingers in you."
He licks me in one long stripe from my dripping hole to my clit, then groans as though I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. His fingers plunge in. Two thick digits stretching me instantly and curl hard against that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
“Graham. Yes,” I moan, hips jerking against his face. The words are dragged from my lips. How could he think he wouldn’t be enough? I lace my fingers in his hair and pull his face closer to my sex.
He chuckles. “Greedy omega.”
Greedy, yes. Starving. I’ll never get enough of him.
He sucks and thrusts until I fall apart. My thighs clamp tight to his head, trapping him as I buck and scream beneath him.
When the waves of pleasure relent, he looks up. Smug. “Come here, beautiful.”
He stands and I crawl toward him. With shaky hands I pull down his sweats. His cock is hard and proud, a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I lean my head in and taste him. Chocolate and hazelnut burst on my tongue, rich and addictive.
“Mmm,” I moan around his length, sucking harder. I bob my head as far as I can. He’s so long I can only take half of him before he’s hitting the back of my throat. But I don’t stop.
He fists his hand in my hair. “Lark, you—”
He doesn’t finish the sentence when I pull my cheeks in and suck him as hard as I can.
A tremor of satisfaction rolls through him. “Fuck,” he hisses. “That’s enough, beautiful.” He
My omega whines in protest.
He runs a long finger over my lower lip. “None of that. I want to be inside you when I come.”
He sits down on the edge of the nest facing the open armoire doors. “Sit on my lap. Face the mirrors.”
I do as he asks, hooking my legs on the outside of his.
He reaches forward, moving my panties to one side and then pushes me forward until there’s room for him to position his head at my entrance. I sink onto him slowly, feeling every thick inch stretch my walls.
“Fuck, you’re big.” My pussy flutters around him, trying to adjust to the impossible fullness.
He grunts as he tentatively pushes up in me.
My body opens to him. “More,” I whine.
Our hips rock until I’m fully seated.
I look at our reflections. His left hand is on my hip, guiding my body so we rock together. His right is on my breast, alternating between kneading my soft tissue and pinching my overstimulated nipples.
“Look at us,” I whisper, voice wrecked. In the mirror I watch his thick cock disappear inside my dripping cunt, my slick shining on his shaft every time I rise.
Our eyes find each other in the reflection. I hold his gaze. "Don't look away." He doesn’t.
“Can you see how you make me feel? How good we look together?”
He rocks his hips harder as we look into one another’s eyes. His hand moves from my hip to my clit. He hooks my thighs further apart and I watch in the mirror as my swollen core is put fully on display, stretched obscenely around his length.
“You’re so beautiful.” He rocks into me harder.
I throw my head back, and he nips my neck. The feel of his teeth causing me to clench tight around his hard length.
“Yes!” I yell.
He does it again and again. His bite, his fingers, his hard cock thrusting inside me. I’m so close, I just need a little more.
“Knot!” I beg. “Graham, please. I need—”
He snaps his hips up and his knot catches, stretching me wider, wider—then pops inside with a wet, audible sound. Then his mouth finds my shoulder. His teeth graze the skin there. Not a bite. Almost. All the while his deliciously wicked fingers continue their rhythm on my clit and nipple.
“Graham!” I yell.
I force myself to watch as I shatter in his arms and he follows only seconds later. I clench around his knot, greedily pulling every drop of his cum inside me.
We sit like that for minutes. Locked together. His arms wrapped around me. His mouth on my neck.
When our breathing softens, he catches my eye. “Was that—”
“No notes,” I say.
Then I turn as much as I can in our locked state and kiss him. Pouring every ounce of the affection I have for him into it.
He carefully scoots us back into the nest. Then grabs a blanket and pulls it over us.
We lie, locked together, until our breathing slows. His purr slows.
“I love you,” he whispers just before he drifts off to sleep.
I hide my smile. Of course Graham would say it first. And after only two days.
I’m not there yet, but strangely, it doesn’t scare me at all.