A wave of clarity slammed into me as Wyatt’s lips left my lips, lost just as quickly as his mouth descended upon my nipple. We needed to talk more, preferably without the pheromones controlling our every action. This was not the pace Wyatt wanted for our relationship, and while his promises to take care of me had my omega instincts all warm and fuzzy, it didn’t mean he was ready.

“Wait,” I said, more feebly than I planned. The desire between us was heavy on a good day, and with my heat beginning to take hold, it was at a level unlike any I’d felt before.

“What?” He pulled away, his eyes half open. The pheromones were hitting him as hard as they were hitting me. “Wait.” He repeated my word, letting me know it finally set in.

“You’re right.” I sighed and sat up, bringing my knees up to my chest.

“I don’t understand.” Hurt mixed with confusion crossed Wyatt’s face before he schooled his reaction. Of course, he was confused. We both wanted this. Bodies don’t lie.

“We need to talk.” What I left unsaid was that talking might be impossible fairly soon. I was already feeling the need to pounce on him as strongly as I had when I begged him to take me during that manic first heat, but there could be no regrets about this. Wyatt was too important.

“You don’t look like you want to talk,” he guffawed, understanding crossing his face. “But agreed.”

“Let’s shower, take care of these,” I pointed to both of our very angry looking cocks. Neither seemed impressed by our lack of touching. “And then we can make decisions.” His eyes darkened at my suggestion. Maybe a shower wasn’t a good idea. “I thought I had more time for this,” I mumbled, more to myself than to him. I had planned to talk to him about this in great length before my heat hit. I’d thought I would reserve a room at a nearby hotel alone, save him from having to find somewhere for Chloe to go. That was the last thing she would’ve needed. “I don’t want to push you.” And there was that. I wanted Wyatt in all ways, but this, this was new to him. He’d been with one woman for so long, and there was no way I wanted to push too hard and send him running. Not that his body looked like it was under any coercion now. I actively worked at not licking my lips as my eyes caught his very erect cock. This talking thing wasn’t going to work if we didn’t get to it soon.

Wyatt’s rich laughter filled the room.

“Why are you laughing?” I smacked his shoulder playfully and instantly regretted it. Touching him, even in that teasing way, had me back to wanting my hands, my lips, my teeth all over him.

“Cause I was thinking the same exact thing only about pushing you.”

Weren’t we a pair? I shook my head in response, which had the added benefit of clearing my head. Ish. Slightly. Momentarily. Okay, not much at all, but it was something.

“Let’s go quickly before I change my mind and climb on top of you.” I scampered off of the bed and headed to the bathroom, knowing if I stayed there even one moment longer I was going to do just that.

“I wouldn’t complain,” he called to me lightly, although there was no denying the truth of his words. I turned long enough to give him the “Really?” look before continuing into the bathroom. “Hey, wait for me.”

Shit, I assumed we were taking them in our own showers, but now that the misunderstanding was there I couldn’t bring myself to clarify. Within a minute I had the shower set and was climbing inside.

“This might not have been your best idea,” Wyatt groaned from the other side of the shower. “If I climb in there, I may be less than gentleman like.”

I’d never heard Wyatt like this, so filled with need and limited in self-control. Goodness help me, I loved it.

“My original plan was we took care of ourselves, in our own showers,” I confessed as my hand grabbed my cock, to alleviate some of my discomfort.

“But now you’re thinking we could do that here?”

Wait? What was he saying? Surely he wasn’t implying that we… at the same time…? Holy shit, was this man hot.

He pulled the shower open and climbed in before I could respond. Tall, naked, and so ready for whatever he had planned, for his face was all alpha. The man had plans. Good ones from the look of it.

“You, my omega, had a good idea. A very, very good idea. I think, however, it needs some modifications.”

I nodded at him, jaw dropped open, staring at him as he grabbed his cock, stroking it twice.

“Modification one is that we will both be here, as my shower is too far away. Agreed?”

I nodded, words no longer forming. Shit, talking time might be over.

“Modification number two is that I want you to tell me what you think about when you take matters into your own hands, shall we say.”

“You,” I whispered, the heat wave that was beginning to ebb taking away my inhibitions. “Always you.”

“As it should be, omega.” My cock bounced at his use of the term. It wasn’t the first time, but it was just as powerful. “Do you want to know what I think about?”

“Yes, alpha.” Oh, how I did. I wanted to know all of the things he dreamed about so I could make them come true.

“The things you do to me when you say that.” He took my hand and placed it back on my cock as he did the same with his own. “When I am alone, I imagine your glorious body, although my imagination did you no justice. Your ass—I just want to nibble it—and in my fantasy I do.

“I start by running my hands down your back, tracing the muscles and licking and sucking along the way. Every once in a while you let out that little whimper you have, that is sexy as sin, and it only encourages me to move faster, but I don’t, I control my desires, allowing the experience to linger until I finally am on my knees, your ass in front of me.”

I stroked myself to his words, his eyes closed as he did the same to his own member. It was all I could do to not blow my load already.

“One nibble turns into two, turns into me no longer being able to take it. I spread your ass and take one lick across your weeping hole, you are so ready for me. I insert one finger and your greedy little hole sucks me in. Your whimper fills my ear and I can no longer take it, I need you in my mouth before I sate myself in you, and I pull out my finger before turning your body so that I am greeted with your cock, which I swallow in one movement as I reinsert my finger, twisting it slightly to reach where I know you want the pressure.”

Every last concern about whether he wanted me, gender and all, flew out the window as he spoke. The honesty in his words, the way his cock responded, the way his head fell back. This was doing as much for him as it was for me. I was the center of this fantasy, all his fantasies. Me. I held in my groan as I shot my load. I tried to hold it in, but with him there, naked and lust filled, it was impossible. He came right afterward, our heads falling back onto the wall of the shower at the same time.

“My goal is to make you come and to swallow it all before working you up again and taking you completely, but that never happens.”

I could hear the smirk in his voice and grunted in reply.

“It never happens because just picturing you with your cock in my mouth, and me readying you for my cock has me blowing my load every single time.”

Holy shit. This man was going to be the death of me.