Page 10 of Talk About… Dramay

His hand was on my thigh and after flirting for the last few hours, I felt like I was going to combust.

“Do you want to stop for anything?” he offered, turning my way. The smile was gone from his face and his cheeks were flushed. We were close to my apartment now and I wasn’t going to do anything to prolong this blissful torture.

My mate was feeling exactly like I was.

“No. I just want you, Roman,” I said, making it clear what I wanted from him tonight.

“Thank god,” he said, letting out a laugh as he pulled into a spot in front of my building.

The doorman greeted us and I gave a quick hello before rushing to the elevator. The moment the door closed he was on me, pushing me against the wall so my back was pressed against the mirror, his lips fusing to mine.

My playful mate was gone, now a feral beta was in his place. His usual calming tea and honey scent was laced in something warm and heady like spiced rum, his lust making me feel drunk on him as I breathed it in.

He swept his tongue into my mouth, flicking his tongue against mine as his hand gripped my hip.

I almost missed the ding of the elevator, both of us stumbling out like we’d been drinking all night instead of making out like teenagers.

It took all of my concentration to unlock the door and lock it behind us. Roman’s hands were on me again as soon as the lock clicked, tugging me into him and rubbing his cheek on mine, scent marking me as we stumbled toward the couch.

“Too many clothes,” I complained, tugging at his shirt. “I want to see you. Taste you.”

He pulled himself away long enough to shed his clothes. My eyes tracked down his body, taking in every inch of his bronze skin and lithe form. He had a dusting of hair that led right down to the sharp angles of his hips, ending on his thick cock.

I fell to my knees, not bothering with my own clothes as I took him in my mouth.

It had been far too many years of avoiding relationships that I felt like I might come just from the taste of him. I moaned as I wrapped my fingers around his base, choking myself on his cock before pulling away and flicking my tongue over the tip.

“Fuck, Stormy,” he groaned, hands settling in my long, red hair and hips rocking forward. My nails dug into his ass as I held on tight, encouraging him to use me like he craved.

My gentle beta was gone, this hungry man before me wasn’t afraid to fuck my face, chasing his own release as nonsensical praise fell from his lips.

The room was coated in our mixed scents, fresh meeting cozy and laced in the sweetness of my slick.

I thought maybe my poor omega side was broken, that I didn’t produce slick anymore after so long, but here I was, dripping as I sucked on my beta’s cock.

“I’m going to come, Stormy,” he warned. I only answered by swallowing around him, a low groan falling from his lips as he came. The saltiness of his cum teased my tongue as I drank him down.

He pulled away gently, swaying slightly as he helped me to my feet.

“Fuck, Ori, that was incredible,” he praised before slanting his lips over mine, not caring that he could taste himself on my tongue.

This beta was hungry for me, starving, and not afraid to take what he needed.

“My turn,” he growled, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me down the hall. My laughter shifted to a groan as his hand clamped down on my ass.

Then I was falling onto the bed, his hands pulling my clothes off piece by piece, the frenzy cooling now that he’d come.

“Don’t tease me, beta,” I urged, kicking my pants and underwear off and spreading my legs for him.

He cursed as he drank me in, eyes tracking every inch of my glistening pussy, then over my breasts, before stopping on my face. His cock twitched, starting to fill at just the sight of me.

“So fucking beautiful, Oriana. And all mine.”

“Yours,” I promised as my hand trailed over my stomach and downward. He didn’t stop me, just moved into position between my thighs, tongue darting out to clean the slick from my thighsbefore teasing around my clit. Everything he did was slow and full of intent.

He knew damn well what he was doing to me.

“Fuck me, beta. Don’t make me wait,” I whimpered, spreading further. He nipped at my inner thigh before finally diving in. Once he was focused I was crying out, his tongue tasting and teasing my clit before spearing into my core.