Page 40 of The Don’s Omega

I undo his trousers and pull them down his legs along with everything underneath. He lifts his hips to help and then he’s naked on my bed. I have to stop and look at him because the fantasies I’ve had don’t come close. He’s all lean lines and fair skin, flushed from his chest to his cheeks, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. He has a nice cock, thick and long. His thighs are muscular, tense, and slightly parted. I can already smell his slick, sweet and fragrant, his body preparing for me.

I shed the rest of my own clothes. His eyes drop to my cock and his hunger burns in his eyes. I’m big. I know I’m big. The flash of lust on his face makes something dark and possessive surge through me. He’s going to take every inch of me and he’s going to love it. I can’t wait to hear the sounds he makes when I’m balls deep inside him.

I climb onto the bed and settle between his thighs. My mouth travels down his chest, tasting him, learning him. He arches up into my mouth when I close my lips around one nipple and then the other, his hand gripping my hair, his breathing ragged.

I move lower. Down his stomach, nipping at his hip bone, suckling the skin of his abdomen. I bypass his cock entirely to torture him. I press my mouth to the inside of his thigh, nipping the delicate skin, and he jerks, a sharp gasp tearing out of him.

“More,” he whispers. “Want your tongue in my ass.”

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” I push his thighs wider and lower my mouth to his hole.

He swears under his breath as I swipe my tongue up his taint.

I groan at his musky, masculine scent. He’s dripping with slick, and when my tongue drags through that slippery nectar, he groans. He bucks his hips as I begin to eat him out with a ferocity that has him writhing on the sheets. His hips rock against my face, pushing his toes into the mattress so he can push himself deeper on my tongue. His hands fist my hair as he pants and moans. When I finally give his drooling cock some attention, stroking him lazily, he shudders and whimpers with relief.

“Jesus, fuck yeah,” he pants harshly.

I lick, stroke, and suck him for a bit longer, loving his sounds and the way his body trembles when I plunge my tongue inside him. He watches me between his thighs, his eyes glittering with carnal need. His lips are parted and his cheeks pink as I feast on him.

When his sounds get too frantic, I stop stroking his cock. I don’t want him to come yet. Instead, I suck at his hole hungrily and his moans are continuous now, broken and desperate. When I slide two fingers inside him, crooking them to find that sensitive spot, his back arches off the mattress and he cries out.

“You like that?” I taunt, shoving my fingers deeper.

His eyes widen and he pleads, “God, please, I need...”

“What do you need, Elio?” I lift my head just enough to look up the length of his body. He’s a mess. Flushed and trembling and glassy-eyed, his cock leaking a pool on his stomach.

“Asshole,” he gasps. “You know exactly what I need.”

“Come on, Elio.” I suckle his balls, and he moans. “Use your words. What exactly do you need?”

He scowls. “I need your big cock inside me. I need your bite. I need your cum.”

“So greedy.”

“Please,” he whines, reaching down to stroke his dick.

I slap his hand away from his cock and crawl up his body. I brace myself over his body, smirking down at him. He reaches for me, pulling me to him, kissing me hungrily. The desperation in his kiss makes my cock throb painfully. I’ve decided how I want him the first time. I need him at my mercy. Vulnerable. Face down, with his perfect ass in the air.

“Turn over,” I tell him. “I’m going to breed you from behind, omega.”

He obeys without hesitation, rolling onto his stomach. I pull his hips up and he braces on his forearms, presenting himself. His hole is pink and open from my fingers, drooling slick. The sight of him like that, on his knees in my bed, slick and open and waiting, trips something in my brain that is pure alpha instinct. No thought. No strategy. Just the driving, primal need to mount and claim and fill.

I line myself up and push inside him. But he’s fucking tight, so it takes a few thrusts to fully seat inside his heat. The sound he makes when I first enter him is raw, a guttural moan that vibrates through his whole body and into mine. He’s impossibly tight, clenching around me, hot and slick and perfect. Once I’m fully seated, I have to grit my teeth and hold still for a moment because the sensation is so overwhelming that I’m in danger of finishing before I’ve started.

“Fuucckk, you’re big,” he breathes into the pillow. “Jesus.”

“You good?” I ask hoarsely.

“I’m fucking perfect.” He clutches the sheets. “Fuck me hard. I want it hard.”

“My pleasure.” I grip his hips and I start to thrust.

He’s made it clear what he wants, so I pound into him. No reason to treat him gentle if he wants it rough. I like it rough too. He’s never going to forget the night I first took his ass. I want this night burned in his brain for the rest of his life. I want to ruin him for all other alphas.

The memory of Pete’s text flutters unpleasantly through my mind. It pisses me off to think of anyone but me inside Elio. The possessiveness I feel for Elio isn’t logical, but it’s there. I don’t want him wanting anyone but me. The very idea he’d want that other alpha enrages me. Elio is mine to mark. To breed. I’m his fucking alpha. Not Pete. Not anyone but me.

“Feel me inside you, Elio?” I growl.