Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Now I was the one making needy sounds as I kissed lower. “That’s…you’re my…”
The closer I got to his wonderful scent the more the words kept escaping. I finally gave up catching them as I nuzzled against the coarse hairs under his arm and let everything else fall away as he moaned. “Good boy. That’s right. Such sweet moans from my naughty boy.”
Daddy’s naughty boy…yes…
Chapter 9
Ansel
It took a while to get him to relax fully, but I knew the moment his fears completely fell away. His body curled into me even more as he rocked and pleasured himself against me, and he let out a soft sigh as he nuzzled me.
Whoever had told him this was questionable should’ve been shot. Omegas were biologically wired to love their alpha’s scent, especially at the beginning of a relationship when passion was running high. There were scientific papers on it, for fuck’s sake.
Just because we ignored facts didn’t make them any less true.
“That’s right. Such a good boy. Your lips are so soft.” Kissing the top of his head, I kneaded his cheek as I pulled him harder against me. “I need my kisses, sweetie.”
He was so perfect.
Needy, loving sounds filled the room as he whined and licked, clearly loving my scent and the submissive rush he had to be feeling. “More licks. That’s right. Show me how much you love Daddy’s scent.”
The fact that I was Daddy and not Sir or Master seemed to be rooted in how nervous he’d been and the stress of Austin’s oh-so-helpful interrogation. But he wasn’t as shy as he’d originally been in the playroom and he was still very much an eager participant in the scene, so I wasn’t going to obsess about it.
I’d do that later because I had more concerning things to focus on…like where this would lead and not coming in my pants like a teenager making out for the first time.
That was not the first impression I wanted to make on my boy.
My needy boy, who was currently pressing his ass against my hands and making the sexiest whine. “Good boy.”
I knew what he wanted, so I brought my hand down on his ass again, loving the whimpers he gave me as he shivered and inhaled deeply. I had to be careful since I couldn’t see his skin but he didn’t seem to mind that the spanks were definitely on the too-light side of the scale.
It just made him hungrier and helped him slide deeper into his submission as he whined for more. He was too distracted to actually beg and his mouth was already occupied in wonderful ways that were doing incredible things to me, but I knew how sweet the words would be.
That could come later, though.
For the time being, I loved that he’d sunk into his needy submissive side and all he wanted was to writhe against me and lick me all over. He was perfect. Everything from the cute roar he’d let out as he teased my nipples to the whimpers that escaped as he’d licked under my arm just kept getting more incredible.
Charlie was the best mix of innocence and need and had a playful side that made me want to wrap my arms around him and never let go, so I just couldn’t understand how other Doms and alphas hadn’t found him to be as addicting as I had.
He was everything I’d always dreamed I’d find in an omega and more. Anyone who’d walked away from such perfection was a moron, but those morons had left him questioning his needs and his instincts. So making sure he knew I was right there with him was the best thing I thought I could do.
“That’s right. Such a soft little tongue. Such sweet kisses from a sweet slut.” Arching my chest out had his hands moving over me again as he made a low, needy sound, and I moaned as his fingers traced around the dragon and teased my nipple again. “Yes, that feels so good.”
I thought that should be obvious based on my erection and the sounds he kept pulling from me, but I didn’t want there to be any question about what I was feeling as he kissed me. “Such a sweet, needy boy.”
One who loved my tattoos…and thought they needed to be prettier.
His quiet mumbling as he’d traced around the lines made it clear colors were very necessary, which did not surprise me. Even when he’d been shy and nervous around me, Charlie had had clear ideas about what looked good and what didn’t.
“You’re so sexy and you feel so good against me, sweet boy.” So good my dick was now painfully trapped in pants that’d felt a size too small since he’d started squirming on me. “Take a big deep breath, sweet boy, and show me how good Daddy smells.”