Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jay seemed better after he’d had a chance to rest, though when Byron had lain down beside him, Jay had rolled over to lie practically on top of him. Byron didn’t mind, whatever helped him feel secure.
The Omega was getting warmer as they lay there and he didn’t protest when Byron pulled off his t-shirt and pants.
“How about a nice cool shower?” Byron said in his ear a few minutes later.
“With you,” Jay said with quiet insistence.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replied.
Hand in hand, they stepped into the bathroom. Byron started the shower and shed his own clothes, urging Jay to step under the spray. Following after him, Byron rested his hands on Jay’s shoulders and started a gentle massage. Jay groaned as the Alpha worked the tense muscles.
Jay took a half step backward, putting his back to Byron’s chest. “I’m not holding back,” he said, as Byron slid an arm around his waist to hold him in place.
“Is that right?” Byron murmured, letting his other hand knead the base of Jay’s neck. Jay gasped and stood on his tiptoes as if to give Byron better access. The Alpha gently eased off, knowing how sensitive that spot was. He rubbed the spot lightly with his thumb and Jay shivered and let out a low moan.
“Let’s see just how ready you are,” Byron whispered, letting his fingers trail down between their bodies, following the path of Jay’s spine. When he reached Jay’s ass, he let one finger dip between to press against him. Jay moaned again, leaning heavily on the arm Byron had wrapped around him. Byron’s finger slipped inside easily, the Omega wet and ready for him.
“I want you,” Jay whispered. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Byron slipped a second finger in, angling them carefully and was rewarded with another long gasp from his Omega.
“Again?” Jay asked, glancing back at Byron over his shoulder, his eyes wide, lips flushed.
Byron repeated the motion, and Jay went up onto his tiptoes, his body clenching around the Alpha’s fingers.
Leaning in so his lips were right beside Jay’s ear, he whispered. “I think it’s time we took this to the bedroom.”
He slipped his fingers free and Jay turned in his arms, reaching up to kiss Byron’s stubbled cheek, then his lips. Chaste at first, then eager and full of passion, opening his mouth and encouraging Byron inside. Jay seemed to taste sweeter than the last time they’d kissed, the effect of his heat hard at work.
Byron let his arms slide down to wrap around Jay’s thighs and lifted him, the Omega eagerly wrapping his legs around Byron’s waist. Then he carried him from the shower and to the bed, laying him down in the center. They were both still damp from the shower, speckled with drops of water, but neither of them cared.
Jay spread his legs and Byron knelt between them, drinking in the sight of his Omega, chest heaving, pupils dilated, ready to come apart under his hands. He urged Jay to bend his legs and pull them towards his chest as he got himself hard with barely a stroke. Jay’s heat was having as much of an effect on him as it was his Omega.
He leaned over, lowering his upper body to bring his mouth to Jay’s again. Jay smiled up at him, wrapping an arm eagerly around him, his eyes focused on Byron’s lips.
Byron took advantage of his distraction and pressed against him, sliding slowly inside.
Jay’s eyes grew wide. “I can feel you inside me.”
He looked down at their bodies then back up to Byron, staring at him in wonder. “It’s like we’re made for each other.”
Byron captured his lips again, giving Jay a moment to get used to the feel of him within.
“We are made for each other. Alpha and Omega,” he said with a gasp, Jay’s body hot and tight around him.
He braced his hands either side of Jay’s shoulders and slowly pulled out before just as slowly thrusting back in. Jay’s eyes didn’t leave his, the Omega holding his breath. When Byron moved again, pulling out then pushing back in, picking up the pace, Jay sucked in a deep breath, then panted. Byron’s next thrust sent Jay’s eyes rolling and his hips lifted off the bed. He grinned and pulled Byron down for another kiss.
“Faster, please.”
And Jay only used words when he really wanted something.
Byron was happy to comply. He upped his pace, careful to try to hit that spot inside Jay that made his gasp each time. Jay clung to him with his hands and his knees, as if trying to draw Byron closer, deeper.
There were no more words, just actions, his body thrusting into Jay, Jay tightening around him again and again, their sweat soaked bodied crying out for more as Byron peppered kisses across Jay’s neck.
Jay tried to speak, his head thrown back, his toes curling as he came with a shuddering gasp. The rhythmic clenching of his body brought Byron to climax with him, the Alpha burying his face into the crook of Jay’s neck with a cry, before pressing his mouth into that soft skin and biting down.
Jay gasped a second time, his fingers scrabbling against Byron’s back before he went limp. Byron lifted his head and Jay was smiling at him, sated and sleepy. When Byron went to get up, he made a little noise of discontent.
“Just a minute. We could use a towel or two.”
He returned with a washcloth and a dry towel, cleaning them both up and drying off Jay’s still damp hair. He changed the blanket for good measure. Jay was half-asleep and watching him with impatient amusement.
When he finally got into bed, Jay latched onto him tightly, pressing a sleepy kiss to his cheek.
“Mine.”
It was Byron’s turn to smile as Jay wrapped a possessive arm around him. Who had claimed who?