Page 46 of Talk About… Dramay

“Join me?” I asked, pulling the shower door open so he had a full view of my wet body.

“Tell me why you smell this good. What were you thinking about in there, little omega?” he asked as he slowly peeled off his clothes. As he pushed his boxers below his waist, my attention was fully on his leaking cock. I perfumed again, the scent making my mate groan.

He was on me in seconds, pushing me against the tile that was thankfully warmed already. His mouth tangled with mine, tongue teasing as his hands wandered down my torso.

“What were you thinking about, Stormy?” he asked again, refusing to let it go. I whimpered, nipping at his lip and dropping to my knees.

When I leaned forward to wrap my lips around him, he stepped back, a hand on my shoulder and eyes narrowed.

“Tell me. I need to know,” he urged. I could push and he’d give in, I knew that, but I also couldn’t deny him.

“Being surrounded by my sexy mate and two amazing men… is complicated,” I said, looking up at him under my lashes.

“So, what you’re saying is that you want all three of us?” he clarified, his eyes on fire now. I’d seen the flares of jealousy from him when they were around.

“Are you mad?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Jealous? Maybe a little. I kind of liked not having to share you. But, I would never deny my omega what she needs, Stormy. You need an alpha and Hudson can give you that.”

“It’s temporary,” I said, letting a bit of my vulnerability slip out. “I think this game of pretend is messing with my head. But tell that to my omega when they’re touching me and saying the right things.”

“Well, let me take care of your omega tonight,” he rumbled.

“Or, I can take care of you.”

Done with talking, I lunged for him, flicking my tongue over the tip before wrapping my mouth around him.

Roman groaned as I pushed forward until my nose was buried against his skin. I rested there, breathing in deep through my nose. His scent was stronger here and I was drowning in it now, laced in his lust and need.

Fuck, it was downright intoxicating knowing I could do that to him. Affect him in this way. Until our night together when we met, it had been far too long since I’d had sex. Now, my omega was ready to have her fill any chance she could.

Slick dripped down my thighs as I gave Roman my all. Blow jobs weren’t something I was incredibly practiced in, but every time he groaned, I’d take note, until he was panting and gripping at my hair.

“Fuck, I’m going to come if you don’t stop now, Stormy,” he warned.

Stopping wasn’t going to happen, and he must have realized that because he pulled me off and forced me to my feet.

“Let me fuck you instead,” he urged, turning me and helping me prop my foot on the ledge that held the soap, not caring as I kicked off my bodywash. Now that I was open for him he was sliding inside my slick heat.

We both moaned as he filled me, stretching me perfectly. This angle was a bit awkward and we were slippery and wet, but I didn’t care.

My hands braced on the wall in front of me as he gripped my hips. Roman wasn’t gentle as he slammed into me. Between our combined scents clinging to the humid air and the feel of him filling me, I was already on edge.

“Touch yourself, Stormy. I want you to picture me fucking you like this while you swallow down Lane’s cock, Hudsonwatching and waiting his turn until he can stuff his knot in that pretty little cunt.”

“Oh god,” I groaned, my hand furiously working over my clit as the mental image was burned into my brain.

“You like that, don’t you?” he husked, warm breath brushing over my ear. I shivered, hand still moving as I continued to tease myself.

“Bite me, Roman. Claim me,” I whimpered, needing to know that even if the others left, he never would. That he was mine and I was his.

There was no argument or hesitation as he sank his teeth into my shoulder. The mark on my wrist tingled, as if it were waking up, but the overwhelming pain and pleasure of the moment sent me over the edge.

We both came, my orgasm triggering his as we sank into the feeling of being claimed permanently. His tongue teased over his bite as our breathing eased up. I moved forward so he fell out of me, turning and pulling him down to me.

Our lips locked together in a kiss that was just as intense as the claiming. When he pulled away I moved, sinking my own teeth into his shoulder. He groaned, the sound long and low as his cock twitched against my stomach.

My tongue teased over the ridges of my mark as his presence settled in me. This connection was different than mine with Cameron. He was mine, our emotions tangled together and our contentment ringing through.