Page 14 of Dancing for His Omega
“And here we are.” He stood over me, stripping away his garments with efficiency, and then there he was, naked, beautiful, and with the limbs of the dancer he was. Muscular, but not bulky. “What do you think?”
“You steal my breath.” I held out my arms. “Please don’t make me wait for you any longer.”
The grown was so deep, I thought his bear might break through, but it was the man who lay beside me and trailed a finger over my torso. “How do you eat chocolate all day and look like this?”
I laughed. “Because I don’t. I love it, but I only taste sparingly for quality control every day. Then I have one piece ofany kind I like as a treat at the end of the evening. Or, tonight, I had planned on a slice of cake.”
“We can devour that later, after I devour you.”
I shuddered, as he slid down the bed and onto his knees on the floor. Tugging me to the edge, he proceeded to do just as he’d promised, taking me into his mouth and sucking me deep, his tongue circling the head and stroking my shaft. His head bobbed as he took me into his mouth over and over. I lifted my hips, wanting more, wanting him inside me, wanting everything. “Alpha, if you keep that up, I’m going to…to…”
He lifted his face, golden eyes burning, and that was it. I came and he drank me down, finally lifting off and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste so good, omega.”
I was breathing hard, reaching for him with grabby hands. “Please, I want you inside me. Now.”
He licked his lips, another reminder of what he’d just been doing, and then he rose and grasped my thighs, lifting them to my chest. “No more waiting, omega.”
Edwin plunged into me, gliding through the slick and into the depths of my body. He stretched me, bigger than anyone I’d been with before, but the slight pain did not diminish the pleasure, the fullness, the friction as he drove into me again and again. I grabbed the comforter on either side of me, digging my fingers in and holding on for the ride.
In and out, faster and faster, deeper, into the center of my being before he called out my name and poured his hot cum into me. His knot swelled, holding us together in the intimacy of fated mates. He gathered me close. Sank his teeth into the side of my throat.
Marked me as his.
Chapter Thirteen
Edwin
I pulled the covers back over my head, trying to shade myself from the incoming sunlight. Cuddling next to Micah, I heard him groan and mumble something about a bear. It was me. I was the bear. My animal felt the tug on our connection. Just the thought of my mate dreaming about me had me on cloud nine.
In seconds, Micah went back into a deep sleep. I felt my cheeks pull up in a smile, remembering the night before. We’d made love several times. First time was fast, needy, desperate. The second and all the rest were slow, careful, savoring every moment with each other.
I had so much to learn about my mate and his habits, but after the night we had, I felt like our souls were tied.
Never ever did I want to let him go.
Instead of waking him up, I slipped from the bed and took a quick shower in his guest bathroom. I walked into the kitchen. We’d emerged from the bedroom sometime in the middle of the night and eaten slices of his chocolate cake, sitting naked at his table. He didn’t want to return to bed before putting everything away and putting his kitchen to bed as he called it.
I stalled. The last thing I wanted to do was mess up his kitchen, but I was hungry and knew he would be too. Plus, I wanted to make breakfast for my mate. I wanted to give him everything, but I would start with toast and scrambled eggs.
I whipped eggs and shredded cheese to put on top. Next, I made a simple fruit bowl and toasted slices of the bread I’d brought last night and buttered it. I didn’t see a tray so, once everything was done, I went to the bedroom and heard the shower. Steam billowed into the space and I stepped in to enjoy the view. I leaned against the counter with my arms folded overmy chest. Goddess, my omega was stunning, especially when naked.
Micah turned as though he heard my thoughts and swiped at the steamy glass, making a window to see me. “Good morning,” he called out.
“Good morning.”
He opened the shower door a bit. “Want to join me?”
A growl ripped from my throat at the thought. “I’ve got breakfast waiting for you.”
“Hmm, I am starving. Two seconds.”
He finished washing up and I watched, not ashamed one bit. I went to his dresser and picked out boxers and shorts.
“Thank you, Edwin. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Ah, mate, it’s the least of what I want to do for you and to you.”
Micah’s cock strained against his boxers he’d just put on. “Eating first and coffee. Then you can do to me whatever you want, alpha.”
