Amusing You - Claire Cullen Page 0,31

so?”

The omega shrugged and stretched, peeking over at him. “You just surprised me, that’s all.”

“You invited me to share your heat. Part of that is fulfilling your needs. Nothing surprising about it.”

Harper wriggled around the bed as if trying to find a comfortable spot. “If you say so.”

With a grumble, he flipped over onto his stomach, a hand under his head as he watched William.

“Tell me what you like.”

“What I like?”

“In bed.”

“I like lots of things in bed.”

“Thanks, Mr. Vague, that’s very helpful.”

Harper wiggled his hips, the movement of his ass distracting William. He reached out and tugged back the blankets to make Harper more comfortable… and get a better view.

“What do you want to know?”

“The usual. Favorite positions, favorite acts. Are you pro-toys, or are you one of those alphas who think that putting anything that isn’t their cock into an omega is a sin?”

William almost choked, unsure whether he meant to laugh or argue. “Definitely not the latter. Though… I don’t own any toys.”

Harper dismissed that with a wave of his hand. “I brought one. Just in case this didn’t work out.” His eyes were trained on William’s face as if waiting for a reaction.

“That’s smart. But I don’t think you’ll need it unless you want it. It’s low down on the order of importance.”

“Order of importance?” Harper bit down on his lower lip, his cheeks flushed. He wriggled again, struggling to hold still.

“Yeah. Cock, hand, mouth, toy. If you wear the rest of me out, we might get to your silicone friend.”

“It’s glass.”

William raised an eyebrow. “Duly noted.”

“Favorite position?” Harper prodded.

“You call the shots. As long as I can get my hands on you, I’m happy.”

“Oh?” He had Harper’s full attention, the omega distracted from the growing needs of his body.

“Tactile touch is extremely important to me during sex. I need to be able to feel you, hold you, keep you…”

“Worried I’ll run away?” the omega teased.

William broke their gaze, training his eyes on the duvet. “I’m possessive in bed.”

“You and every other alpha.”

His gaze snapped back to Harper’s again, his voice low. “I’m not every other alpha.”

Harper’s eyes widened, and he shivered at William’s tone.

“No. You’re not. I might push back, but… I like someone who knows how to take control, if you know what I mean. I don’t want to be treated like I’m fragile, like I’ll break if you’re too rough. Omegas in heat—we’re more elastic than people think. Physically, anyway.”

William heard what the omega wasn’t saying. He might have been flexible physically, but emotionally was a different story. Harper had already been clear where his fault lines lay, and William would be careful to straddle the line that gave him what he needed without crossing those boundaries.

“I hear you—I understand.”

When Harper shuffled around once again, William moved to straddle him, pressing him back against the bed. The omega stilled with a huff, crossing his arms and pillowing his head on them.

“You do, huh?”

“Uh-huh. You remember your words?”

“Words?” Harper lifted his head, tensing a little beneath him. “I don’t need a safeword for heat sex.”

William kept his voice slow and steady as he reassured him.

“Not safewords. Easy words, words that aren’t hard to find when you’re in the moment. No. Yes. Stop. Slow down. Faster. Wait.”

“Oh, those words.” He relaxed again.

“Those words. You say them, I’ll hear them.”

He shouldn’t have had to say it outright, but omegas were vulnerable during a heat. Whatever he could do to make Harper’s experience the best it could be, he would.

Harper huffed out a laugh. “Understood. Are you always this precise in everything you do?”

“Almost always.”

The omega lifted his hips, his ass pressing against William, who swallowed a groan.

“Enough talk. More action. Yes?”

William took hold of the T-shirt Harper wore, dragging it upward and revealing the expanse of Harper’s back.

“Hell, yes.”

Harper helped shuck the shirt off over his head before sinking back down onto the bed. William stroked his hand down the omega’s spine as Harper arched up against him. His fingers found the waistband of Harper’s boxers, teasing underneath, just inching over the swell of his ass. The omega pushed forward and lifted his hips, shimmying in encouragement. William didn’t need to be told twice—he slid the boxers down Harper’s legs and off, leaving the omega bare beneath him.

Harper got his knees under him, his head once more pillowed in his arms.

“Like this?” William asked, teasing his fingers down Harper’s hips.

“My favorite way when I want my world rocked.”

Knowing how important skin-to-skin contact was, William climbed off