Indigo
He circled around behind me to where I couldn't see him. Anticipation built in me, not knowing what he was going to do to me. I never would've guessed that this would be something that appealed to me--but letting an alpha take control of me like this was oddly soothing.
Maybe it was just the omega hormones flooding my system.
A pang struck my heart at the idea, as if blaming it on being an omega was denying a part of myself.
I was distracted from having to stress about it further when Tomás's hands began to caress my chest. He slid his fingers up and down my cleavage, varying the pressure of his strokes. For too-short moments, he dipped his fingers underneath my corset to tease around my hard, if small, nipples.
Pleasure sparked through me at every brush of his rough callouses against my soft, yielding flesh. My nipples began to ache harder and harder, impatient for the direct touch he was denying me. As each flare passed through me, the inferno in my core gained ground, the arousal fogging my mind almost as much as his heady alpha cologne. I felt like I was drowning in dark chocolate, getting higher and higher, the spicy aftertaste on my tongue only serving to inflame me further.
I whined, desperately trying to thrust my breasts into his hands. They spilled almost the rest of the way out of the corset in this position, and he was taking cruel advantage of it.
Or not cruel enough. I was past telling--everything was pleasure and submission, desperate searing aches in my pussy as my innermost parts readied themselves to be pounded into mush.
I might be a virgin, but I'd watched plenty of porn--and read even more smut.
"Present these tits for me, omega," Tomás commanded, withdrawing his hands. "I can tell there is a source of sin in them from the way your scent thickened at my touch."
