Page 49 of Generation Omega: Revealed
His warmth expands around us like a cocoon. “Nope, let’s keep our secrets. Just try not to be too offended when I lose control and lick you.”
Warmth to raging fire in a split second…wow. “Are you fighting the urge right now?” Why am I suddenly so breathy?
He groans. “You have no idea.”
My inner omega, somehow distinct from the guiding force, instantly preens at the thought of making her alpha lose control. My accelerating heart rate says that little minx isn’t the only one who likes the idea. It’s like a cage match inside me with three combatants—Tillie, who’s devoted to Ethan and never would have strayed; the fangirl in me, who’s had some seriously naughty fantasies about Mr. Gideon Blake and many of his characters; and my sassy omega, who wants to get railed by her alpha ASAP. I couldn’t even begin to place odds on this fight, especially when we’re all about to get naked near him. Thankfully, no one else has to know which of us ends up climbing the man. My omega is already my designated scapegoat for every salacious thing I do for the rest of my life.
“We could shower separately,” Gideon announces like a stuffy diplomat.Uh-oh—does that mean his inner alpha is getting on him to mount his omega, while the Gideon part has other ideas? I wish I could see inside him to know what skirmish is being fought, but I’m not ready for him to catch the spectacle occurring inside me.
My huskily spoken words emerge and I have no idea of their actual origin. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Fuck.” Whatever control he had snaps like twine.
Gideon sets me down and tears my tights into pieces as he removes them, slowed only by my boots that won’t allow such disrespect. My trembling hands touch his rippling muscles as he carefully eases my hair free of the braid. He steps back to quickly remove his shoes and clothes. Then he grabs me and carries me to the shower, flicking on the facet from a control panel in the stone wall. He tests the temperature and suddenly we’re beneath it, hot water beating down on our bodies, draining away all the stress and fear, the uncertainty, even the grief. We’re together. We’re meant to be together.
I didn’t ruin his life. He didn’t ruin mine. Everything that came before was a prequel. Our true story begins now.
A scent tickles my nose and the world spins in the best way. I don’t bother resisting the urge to seek the source of a scent that’s always been my favorite. I unabashedly lick Gideon Blake’s neck and taste perfection… salted caramel, but it’s really more than that. I smell and taste the ocean and am transported to a beach, a vacation, simple days in the sun with nothing to do but peacefully exist with no ticking clock to threaten the perfection.
I whine as pulsing erupts throughout my body, desire, longing—my omega teasing us both with the promise of a heat that will demolish all the barriers we humans build to constrain our passions.
Go ahead and try to control me, my inner omega dares, but I already know I won’t win that fight. I can’t even stop myself from licking my alpha again, while he utters a pleased purr that undoes me.
When his teeth graze my neck, a sudden climax bursts free and I’m lost in space, in time, in him, safer than I’ve ever been. Then he captures his own taste of me and his fragrance strengthens.
He wavers slightly. “Damn…” One of his hands finds support against the wall, and our pounding hearts rev like engines before a race.
But our bodies know better than our lusty designations and remind us of our entirely earned exhaustion. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I still get all sorts of pouty when Gideon places me gently on my feet.
“Let’s focus.” His words slur and that makes me giggle. He’s drunk on me and I’m drunk on him.
I refuse to confirm or deny whether I actually hiccupped. “No wonder we make easy pickings, if this is what happens when we’re together.” I know I had a point, but I’m not sure it landed and didn’t just float away in drunken bubbles of delight.
Gideon laughs, which involves his 20,000-pack abs in a stunning way. I reach for them while he reaches for some shampoo, sniffs it, and then mutters something about only ever buying unscented shampoos. My loopy mind doesn’t catch up until I smell the coconut shampoo that contrasts strangely with his yummy caramel.
“Oh, you’re right. We need unscented in the future, but…” I lean and lick his pec, remaining there to breath him in as he gathers some shampoo and begins to work it through my hair with the pressure of a god.
I moan wantonly and my alpha purrs like a happy, huge motor, which only relaxes me more. It’s funny, I’m not self-conscious at all. Maybe my inner omega is taking care of that, and I’m not complaining. I just let Gideon take care of me like I belong to him, which feels amazingly normal for a first-time event.
When he’s done with me and focuses on himself, I step away and slide down onto the bench seat to watch. His dark eyes spark with need and also humor as I study every inch of him. Sure, everyone in the world has seen this body, but notallof his body. And dang… what he has is a sight to behold, but even my omega knows better than to aim me at that right now. I’m not ready, but I’m certainly enjoying the view.
I’m struck by an odd question. What’s more incredible? Being in the shower with Gideon Blake or becoming an omega? An omega with Gideon Blake as her alpha—that’s the winner, right there.
But still, he’s a movie star, the world’s dream lover, and sometimes a hot zombie fighter, cowboy, and leader of an alien race. He’s the whole package. I’m up again, moving closer, my fingers gliding over his abs. My hands are pale against his dark skin and he remains still as I discover him. His hair is black and cut short—not the platinum he had when he was battling zombies. His dimples are a gift from the gods, solid cheekbones, and a broad jaw that tapers to a chin that feels good under my fingertips. When he smiles, my heart beats faster and his joins mine this time.
With no hesitation, I pull away and check out his muscular back and the best butt ever.
“You never used a butt double, did you?”
He glances at me over his shoulder, grinning broadly. “Only CGI could make something more perfect than this. So, no, I did not.”
I sigh audibly. “Thank you from the population of the world.”
Still feeling floaty and barely bound to the laws of gravity, I lean against his back and wrap my arms around him. “It’s day one, like Titus said.”
His hand rests over where mine are intertwined. “It is, and we are going to have a day two, three, forever. They aren’t going to end us, baby girl.” And just like an action hero, he adds in the most believable tone, “We’re going to end them.”
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