Playing You (Omega's Luck #3) - Claire Cullen Page 0,48

Riley writhed against him, begging freely.

“I need more, Brendan. Need you inside me.”

The alpha nuzzled the back of his neck, his fingers slipping free and leaving Riley empty. Riley reached his hands back and tried to pull him in. Brendan came willingly. Slowly, inch by inch, he pressed inside. It was everything Riley needed and more—the tightness, the pressure, the sparks of pleasure as the alpha’s cock dragged against that spot inside him. He gave himself over to it, lost in sensation as Brendan eased out and pushed back in, slow and easy. It was good, exactly what he needed. He felt every inch of Brendan, again and again, as the alpha slowly worked him over. The pleasure built, growing with each careful thrust. Brendan angled his hips, and Riley choked out a cry as his ecstasy reached new heights.

“I’m close,” he panted.

“Then come,” Brendan murmured. “I’ll be right behind you.”

His thrusts picked up the pace, making Riley gasp. There was nothing in the world but the alpha, no time but those moments between them, and nothing he wanted more than to reach the climax Brendan had promised. The alpha’s warm hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, and Riley was lost. Pleasure slammed through him, stole his breath, and made his body sing. Brendan’s arms wrapped around him, holding him upright as the alpha chased his own release, coming seconds after him.

Things got a little fuzzy after that. He found himself staring up into Brendan’s eyes, the alpha’s hand cupping his cheek.

“You back with me?”

He blinked and offered a dazed smile. “I never left.”

“Let’s get you washed off and into bed.”

Careful hands soaped his skin and rinsed it off before Brendan led him out of the shower. He was patted dry with a soft towel, and then the alpha swept him off his feet and carried him into the bedroom.

He grasped the alpha’s arm. “You’ll stay?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Brendan climbed into bed behind him, pressed against his back, and threw an arm around him.

“Sleep, Riley. When you need me, I’ll be right here.”

“I’ll always need you.”

He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but he felt so content and cared for, it just slipped out. The alpha merely hummed and tucked him closer, his fingers stroking Riley’s stomach.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Brendan woke to the sound of Riley’s stomach growling and chuckled softly.

“Hungry?”

The omega had wriggled around in his sleep, his cheek pressed to Brendan’s chest. He pried his eyes open with a sleepy grin.

“Starving. How did you guess?”

He prodded Riley’s stomach.

“A little bird told me. Come on, let’s get you fed. I’m sure Grams has stocked the kitchen with every snack imaginable.”

Climbing out of bed, he tugged on a pair of sweats and searched around for clothes for Riley. He settled on one of his own T-shirts, turning back to find Riley sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Arms up.”

Riley did as he was asked, stretching his arms upward as he yawned. Brendan slipped the soft material over his head and pulled it down to cover him. As he helped Riley stand, tugging the T-shirt into place, he took a moment to enjoy the sight of the omega wearing his clothes. The hem of the T-shirt hit him mid-thigh. It could have looked ridiculous, but it suited him somehow.

“You look good.”

Riley rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “You promised food.”

“That I did. Come on.”

Hand in hand, they wandered to the kitchen. Brendan kept an ear out in the unlikely event that they had visitors. By his reckoning, it was after midnight. Most of the family would be long gone to bed.

He turned lights on as they traversed the house, keeping them low.

“How are you feeling?”

“Hungry, in more ways than one.”

Riley’s gaze drifted down Brendan’s body, the look in his eyes making it clear he wasn’t just talking about food.

“Dinner first, sex later.” He tried to sound confident, even though all he wanted to do was push Riley against the nearest wall and kiss him breathless.

“Or dinner and sex?”

“Could get messy.”

“Isn’t that what the shower is for?” Riley said, biting his lower lip.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Well, duh. That’s what a heat is. Insatiable sexual appetite. What rock have you been living under?”

Brendan just laughed, guiding Riley into the kitchen and nudging him into a seat at the breakfast counter. He peered inside the fridge, unsurprised to find it full. “We’ve got pasta, curry, chicken, shepherd’s pie…” There were a few covered dishes on the counter, and he