Slow Dancing & Apple Pie

Three

The soft sound of one of Steve's records playing brought you back awake. Stretching out, you rolled and checked the time. It was still a good hour before you had to be to work. Feeling all loose and satisfied, you buried your face against the soft edges of the nest you'd created with Steve your first night in the place.

Omegas loved all things soft, cozy and comfortable, especially in their own spaces. You were no exception to this. Inhaling the scent of Steve on some of your favorite items, you sighed happily before deciding to get up and get ready for the day.

Once you were dressed, you walked out to find Steve sitting in his favorite chair, his sketchbook balancing on his leg as the pencil moved over the page. He looked up the moment you stepped out of the hallway. Setting the book aside, he called you over and waited until you were settled comfortably on his lap.

"Hey, princess," he rumbled, lifting one of your hands to press his lips to your palm. "Is there any chance you could maybe get off a little early tonight?"

You shrugged. "I don't know, depends on the time I suppose."

"By two?"

You winced a little, not wanting to disappoint him but knowing it would likely be impossible. Sensing your distress, Steve stroked his finger along your neck before brushing them over your collar. You were still wearing the original collar all Omegas received once they presented; a plain silver band of metal. Normally, once an Omega was claimed the plain collar was traded out for one given by their Alpha.

With you and Steve, the attraction had ignited so fast between you that he'd ended up claiming you before he even had a chance to consider getting you a collar. SO, even though it went a bit against custom, the two of you had been putting off registering your claiming until he did.

Reaching over, he picked up the slim box on the table next to him and handed it to you. Your forehead wrinkled a little as your fingers stroked over the fake velvet. "You got me a gift?"

"Open it and take a look." Steve prompted.

Carefully, you flipped open the top. You gasped, one hand jumping to touch your current collar before you reached out and stroked a finger over the one he had made just for you. "Oh, Steve. It's beautiful."

The band was rose gold in color, delicate, and set within the small circular o ring was a star shaped gemstone that sizzled and sparkled. Your fingers stroked at it. Setting the box down on the arm of the chair, you turned to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him. One of Steve's hands slid down your back to squeeze your ass.

"I love it."

"I was hoping you could get off early enough that we could go down and get this one off," Steve tapped a finger against your current collar. "And replace it with mine."

"I'll get off."

Steve's eyebrows rose a little, smirking. You blushed, teeth dragging across your bottom lip when you realized how suggestive that sounded. His hand curled around your neck, the other gripping your hip. Pulling your mouth to his, he kissed you; slow, deep, and hard while he pressed himself up against you.

You groaned when the alarm on your phone on the counter went off. Breaking the kiss, your head tipped back as Steve nibbled on your throat instead. "I've got to go. I can't really be late if I'm asking to leave early."

"Surely, you have a little time," Steve coaxed, his hands moving your hips so that you were rocking against him.

Any willpower you might have had disappeared, lust and pleasure curling in your center. Knowing he won, he pushed your skirt high up your waist, reaching between your bodies so that he could pull himself out. He pulled you back down flush into his lap, only a thin barrier of damp fabric between your hot core and his rock-hard dick.