Amusing You - Claire Cullen Page 0,32

the bed and shed his clothes, letting them fall into a messy heap on the floor. He padded to the bedside table, finding what he needed, and quickly donned a condom that would be the first of many. By themselves, they weren’t always enough during a heat—the intensity was too much for such a flimsy barrier—but they were better than nothing.

He climbed back onto the bed, knowing Harper would feel the mattress dip beneath his weight. Kneeling between the omega’s feet, he let his hands touch Harper’s ankles before trailing his fingers up the omega’s legs. Harper shivered under his touch, and William could feel the effort it cost him to keep still as he teased behind his knees and up along his thighs. He took hold of Harper’s legs and eased him wider, prompting a needy whimper from him.

“William, please.”

“Will,” he said roughly. “Here and now.” There was only one time and place he’d answer to that nickname.

“Will,” Harper choked out, lifting his head and twisting to meet William’s eyes. His hands fisted in the sheets, a light sheen of sweat painting his body. “I need—”

“I will always give you what you need.”

With one hand on Harper’s hips to steady him, he curled the other low on Harper’s stomach. The omega was already hard again, pressed up against him. William let his hand drift lower, easing over the omega’s erection, giving it the barest attention before teasing his balls lightly. A sound escaped Harper, part-whimper, part-groan. He pressed a little harder and was rewarded with a long whine. Easing away, he patted Harper's thigh and slipped his hand behind, pressing into the small of the omega’s back.

“Want to know every piece of you,” he murmured. “Every inch.”

He started exploring again, stroking smoothly across the skin of Harper’s ass before pushing a finger between those perfect cheeks. He found the omega wet and wanting and eased into that tight heat. Harper pushed back against him, choking back a cry.

“Will…”

“Shh, that’s it. You’re tight, Harper. Need to stretch you out.”

A second finger, and he pushed deep, searching for that spot where— There.

Harper bit off another cry, pressing his mouth to the back of his fisted hand.

“No. I want to hear you. Every word you say, every noise you make.”

He added a third finger, thrusting them in and out slowly to give Harper a chance to adjust. Then he crooked his fingers again as Harper turned his head to the side, crying out beautifully.

“Yes, like that, Will. Just like th—”

He tugged his fingers free, using them to coat his cock, and Harper made a small sound of dismay. “But— But…”

Pushing closer, he lined up against him, letting Harper feel his closeness, his heat, and let his cock slide between the omega’s cheeks. Harper stilled and quieted, his fast breaths the only noise William could hear.

“Ready?” William leaned over so he could see Harper’s face.

The omega stared into his eyes, all need and trust. “Yes.”

Slowly, never taking his eyes from Harper, he entered him. Inch by slow inch, he pressed inside, watching Harper’s eyes widen, his mouth open but no sound escaping. When William finally bottomed out, fully sheathed inside Harper, the omega sucked in a breath and let his eyes close, turning to bury his face in the blankets. His voice shook when he spoke.

“Not… not fragile, remember?”

William hummed his agreement. “Not gonna break you, but I will take you right to the brink, take control.”

He didn’t give Harper time to think on that, pulling out in one long, smooth motion until just the tip of his cock remained inside. Harper’s head lifted off the bed, a muted sound of protest escaping his lips. William leaned over, covering Harper’s fisted hands with his, holding the omega in place with his body. He could feel Harper’s pulse racing, could feel the anticipation ratcheting up. Harper had ceded every inch of control to him on the promise of satisfaction. William wasn’t going to disappoint.

He thrust in hard and fast, forcing a cry from Harper as the omega’s body was shunted forward. He did it again, and again, as Harper pushed back, twisted and shook and fought against him. His words were at odds with his body, urging William on. “Yes, Will. Yes. God, yes.”

William found a harsh rhythm, taxing Harper’s body to the limit but not quite giving him enough to bring him to completion. The longer he could drag it out, the better the release. But Harper was wily, dropping his lower body,