Page 11 of Talk About… Dramay

He didn’t set a rhythm, instead working me up over and over again until I was writhing and grinding into his face.

If he wasn’t going to give me relief, I’d find it myself.

My beta didn’t fight, his hands on my hips but not holding me down. Then he pulled away right as I was on the edge again, though instead of moving away completely he shifted me over and laid down, urging me to straddle his face.

“Take what you need from me, stormy. Paint me in your scent,” he begged, voice hoarse with longing.

Normally omegas would shy away unless they were in heat. There were jokes about suffocating between our thighs. But tonight, there was no hesitation as I did as he asked, lowering my pussy onto his face.

This was new for me, but holy fuck it was amazing. I rocked my hips over him as he ate me out, grinding down when I found a spot that sent sparks of pleasure right through me.

I was dripping but he was lapping up each drop of my slick, happily groaning as I rode his face shamelessly.

It wasn’t long before my legs were shaking and thighs tightening around his head. He didn’t protest, he simply let me ride it out until I was screaming his name, the coil of pleasure snapping and flooding me with pure fucking bliss.

My vision blurred and muscles tightened, the electricity singing in my veins making me feel like I was floating.

Then it ebbed away and I couldn’t hold myself upright if I wanted to. I managed to move away, flopping onto the bed as my chest heaved.

Roman sat up, licking his lips, face glistening, and eyes full of love-drunk euphoria.

“God, that was the single best moment of my life,” he said reverently.

“Agreed,” I managed as I let my body recover.

Roman had no such reservations as he shifted me over and spread my thighs, only pausing to ask for consent.

“Condom?”

“No. Fuck me, beta,” I begged.

With that, he sank inside of me. We both groaned as he filled me, stretching my slick walls around him. It had been so long I felt like I was a virgin again. The sting was there but fading quickly, the slick and pleasure helping it pass.

Then he moved. His hips snapped forward, the thrusts gentle at first until he was feral for me again, fucking me into the mattress as his fingers found my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his fingers as he fucked me furiously.

The pain as he pinched my nipples was enough to start building another orgasm. My skin was coated in a sheen of sweat, our pheromones and scents so strong it consumed me whole.

My teeth ached to bite him, but that might be too soon, even for us.

“Come with me, Ori. I need to feel you claiming me from the inside out.”

His fingers ghosted over my clit, a single gentle touch before he was back, circling me with his fingers, the slick making it feel fucking incredible.

This orgasm hit me hard and fast, slamming into me and stealing my breath. My silent cry was the only warning before I was clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he cursed, unable to resist as I milked his cock, forcing him to follow me over the edge.

He pulled out slowly, eyes locked on where we were joined, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched his cum drip from my pussy.

“I lied. This is the best moment of my life,” he said, correcting his earlier statement.

One night didn’t erase the last thirteen years. But I felt whole again, more myself, and happier than ever.

Roman wasn’t Cameron. He was loyal and old enough to know what he wanted. The fear wasn’t there with him.

Instead, after we cleaned up and fell into bed, snuggling in close, I knew that neither one of us would be able to let go.

Oriana