His Omega's Keeper

“Hmm,” Ophelia remarked. “I guess I don’t have to ask if the two of you had a good night.” She winked knowingly.

“We didn’t…we would never…” I began, acting as though I was horribly embarrassed.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Ophelia soothed me. Her eyes were soft and eager behind her thick glasses. Clearly, this was what she had been waiting for. “You don’t have to feel ashamed to let your lover touch you,” she said gently.

“But…but he’s not my lover—he’s my stepbrother,” I protested. “Only…” I ducked my head, as though I couldn’t look at her. “Only it feels so good when he touches me,” I whispered. “I…I’ve never felt this way with any man before—ever.”

“It’s because Jacob is the only man in the world who is exactly right for you,” Ophelia said. “He’s your Fated Mate because you’re both of the Royal Line. Of course your body cries out for his. The two of you can’t help yourselves. You shouldn’t even try.”

“I don’t know about that,” Jake murmured, but then he started kissing my neck.

I moaned and turned over, arching my back to bare my breasts for him.

“Jake,” I begged softly. “My nipples feel so tight and achy this morning. Please, can’t you kiss them just a little—like you did last night?”

“I shouldn’t,” Jake protested, but he leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth as he continued to toy with the other one with his free hand.

“Yes, you should,” Ophelia assured him earnestly. She was drinking all of this in and I couldn’t help thinking we were putting on a really good act. Though to be honest, it wasn’t much of an act for me. It felt incredible to have Jake’s hot mouth on my bare breasts—I didn’t even care that we had an audience—I just wanted more.

“She’s my little sister,” Jake objected weakly, letting my aching nipple slip from his mouth so he could talk. “I shouldn’t be sucking my own little sister’s nipples like this.”

“She’s not really your sister—Professor Sorenson says it was a false adoption,” Ophelia told him. “Besides, she’s entering her Heat Cycle—her body needs yours. Don’t deny her what she needs when you’re the only one who can give it to her!”

“She’s right, Jake—I need you!” I moaned. Kicking off the covers entirely, I took his free hand from my breast and pushed it down between my legs. “I need you to touch me again—like you did yesterday,” I told him, looking into his eyes. “I…I need you to pet my pussy. Please, Jake—I’m aching for you.”

Again, very little acting was required on my part. My body really was aching with sexual tension. It was like I had been saving it up in a locked room all my life and the moment Jake came and unlocked the door, it had all come rushing out to swamp me at once!

“I shouldn’t though,” Jake protested again, and I had the feeling that he wasn’t acting much either. He really did feel guilty because of that damn Blood-Mingling Adoption ceremony my stupid stepfather had made us go through.

“Yes, you should,” Ophelia told her, before I could answer. “Go on, Jacob—spread your lover open and stroke her. It’s what she needs.”

“Please, Jake!” I begged again, spreading my legs so that he could feel the heat and wetness of my pussy opening under his fingers. “Please!”

“Well, if you really need it, baby,” he agreed with gruff reluctance.

“I do!” I told him, looking into his eyes. “I need you to spread open my pussy lips and pet inside me, Jake,” I moaned. “Pet my clit and make me come.”

“God…” His voice dipped to a growl and I could tell my dirty talk was getting to him. “All right then, baby—but just a little bit,” he told me.

And then he was spreading open my outer pussy lips, just like I had begged him to, and sliding his fingertips gently around and around my swollen clit.

“Oh, Jake!” I gasped, bucking my hips for him. “Oh, yes…that’s just what I need. Yes!”

“Help her come,” Ophelia offered from the sidelines. “That should raise her Heat Cycle and get her ready for your knot inside her later tonight.”

Jake frowned at her, though he never stopped touching me.

“Shouldn’t do that—shouldn’t breed my own little sister!”

“Anastasia isn’t your sister,” she told him sternly. “She’s your Royal Omega and she needs you, Jacob.”

“She’s right! I do—I need you. Oh, Jake, I’m so close!” I moaned. “Please help me…” I looked up at him, gripping his broad shoulders as I writhed under him. “Please, Jake—make me come.”

His pale golden eyes softened as he looked into mine.

“All right, little Ani,” he murmured. “All right, just relax and I’ll help you come.”

“Just don’t stop touching me!” I begged, bucking my hips. I had that tight, wire-about-to-snap feeling in my belly again. “Don’t stop, Jake—just keep doing what you’re doing! Just keep petting my pussy!”