Omega Blues (Gay Romance)

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Cage

Matt

Bren was staring at me like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Or not," I said quickly. "I mean, if you don't want me—"

He squeezed my small bass-calloused hands in his big work-toughened ones. "Of course I want you. I love you."

"All of me? Even the werewolf parts?"

"Without a doubt. I don't care how many times I have to say it—I'll keep saying it as long as you need to hear it. You're the one for me, Matt."

I couldn't just keep sitting there when he was being so sweet. I thew a leg over his lap and squashed into him, mashing our bodies together like bread getting kneaded.

A wheezy little groan came out of me—straight out of my gut, it felt like, not asking my mouth for permission. I was pressed up against Bren so tightly that I knew he must be feeling the effect he had on me. I wondered if it would be too embarrassing to start rutting against him.

I'd messed up. I'd lost the one thing I'd ever been good at. I might lose my best friends.

But, oh, did it ever feel good to squish up against Bren with my cock filling up like a water balloon between us. He wanted this too, so it couldn't be too embarrassing. Right? "Tell me more about how much you want me."

"Trust me, Matt. If it was a competition, I'd win."

I snorted in disbelief—I was the one getting the stiffy, after all.

But Bren shook his head. "Being with you feels so right. Like home and family and pack. Like everything I've ever wanted."

I whined and nuzzled into his neck, chewing at the strong tendons. That was all incredibly sweet, but I was too revved up, a car at the starting line, ready to race. "And sexy stuff too, right?"

"Yes. Sexy stuff, too." He kissed the top of my head. His voice was throaty-deep but still so calm. "I can't think straight when I'm around you. I can't keep my temperature steady. I think about you all the time. Talking to you. But holding you, touching you. Your arms around me. Undressing you."

I shivered. Bren clamped me impossibly tighter, impossibly closer.

"I need you more than I've ever needed anything. This need to please you is stronger than anything I've felt before—and you know that wanting to please my pack is the basis of my existence. But that urge is even stronger toward you."

"Is that a werewolf thing, or a me-and-you thing?" I could hear my voice getting whiny with hope.

"It... I don't know. It has to be you though, right? It feels like a sickness. I walk around half-incapacitated because all I want is to be with you and to see you smile. Every cell in my body counts down until I see you. You're a new moon. Bright and always calling to me, heart and body."

I tried to say something witty and seductive, but my chest was tight and my head spinning. I just made an embarrassing moan. "You want me."

But Bren didn't laugh. He squeezed my hands tight in his. "I want you. Everything about you."

"So we're gonna bone?"

"Anything you want."

"Anything I want?"

Bren kissed the tops of my fingers. "Anything we want. That's what I want, with you." He lips ghosted over my fingers, a slow fluttering kiss moving down the backs of my hands, my wrists. "I want to make all of your dreams come true."