The Omega And Her Triplet Mates

Chapter 5: Making out

He looked over at me, and I quickly looked away, but it was too late. He looked sexy as always with his perfect looks, and clothes that always seemed to add to his hotness.

He came over towards me on the three-piece sofa and dropped down heavily next to me.

With his doc martin boots firmly on the floor, he spread his legs wide, slouched back against the sofa, and draped his arm across the back of the sofa behind my head.

He was such a dominant male that two patients slunk away, leaving the room. Even the way he sat or stood, right down to how he walked let you know he was dominant and dangerous, no matter how charming he acted.

I gave him a sideways glance. He smiled at me and said, “alright dude, miss me?” I looked back down into my lap and nodded. So, I was just dude now, like a guy friend instead of the female that I was?

“What’s up?” He asked.

“Nothing, I’m fine. How are you?”

I looked back up at him to see him looking at me with a confused frown on his face and his head tilted.

Slowly drawing the words out, he answered, “I’m fiiine.” A couple of seconds passed, and he added, “but you don’t seem to be. What’s up?”

“Nothing’s up, I’m fine,” I tried to laugh it off, but he wouldn’t accept my answer.

The nurse he had been doing foreplay with the other night came into the room to give one of the patients their meds.

When she looked at Jax, he kissed the air at her and winked, making her blush and rush out of the room.

“Is nurse Claire your girlfriend?” A patient asked Jax. The patient was an elderly man with schizophrenia. He was lovely on his meds and wasn’t really violent to anyone besides himself when off them. He was in here because he wouldn’t keep taking them at home and would end up back here every time.

Jax looked at him and answered, “she wishes she was Georgie. Can’t get enough of this, can she.” He grabbed his crotch, making George give shooing gestures with his hands at Jax, saying, “dear lord boy, behave yourself.”

I hadn’t realized I had moved a couple of inches away from Jax until he was scooting along up the sofa until his side was pressed firmly against mine again. He let his arm drop over my shoulder and made eye contact.

“What’s up with you?” He asked it casually enough, but it was the first time I had seen his eyes cold and almost threatening. I shrugged my shoulders and I watched as dawning lit his eyes.

“Oh s.hit, were you jealous of me teasing Claire?”

I answered no too defensively and he laughed.

“S.hit, I’m sorry. I told you to kiss me and then f.ucking did a disappearing act.” In a more serious tone, he added, “I still want to finish what we started.”

Looking into my lap, I quietly said, “it feels kind of weird you calling me dude if you want more than friendship. You do want more, right?”

Jax answered, “yeah, I’m sorry if I made you feel like I wasn’t interested.” Proving that, with his arm still around my shoulders, he put his other hand on my leg and started kissing me seductively along my neck. Desire fluttered through me, but then the image of him and Claire entered my head and I stood up, walking away.

I felt arms grab me gently around the waist and knew it was Jax. “Hey, come on, don’t be mad at me…please,” he murmured against my neck and gave soft, gentle kisses along my neck down to my collarbone and back up again. He did it gentle and lovingly, holding me close against his body with my back pressed up against his chest, and I melted into him and his touch.

It felt nice, but I managed to pull away and turned in his arms so that I was looking up at him. “Are you a player?” I had heard that term enough at school that I knew what it meant. He looked at me confused for a moment, and then he looked at me with realization, making me blush so hard I had to look away.

“Did you see me f.ucking around with Claire?” When I didn’t answer, in a raised voice, he said, “I f.ucking knew it!” Grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to look at him, he pleaded, “Rose please, I swear it’s not what you think. I’m not a player, It’s been so f.ucking long since I’ve been with anyone, and she was watching me and I let my s.exual frustration get the better of me. She isn’t even my type.”

I looked at the floor and said, “I thought you didn’t have a type.”

He laughed that boyish laugh of his at that and said, “I don’t care about the gender of a person doesn’t mean I don’t have a type of look I like in all genders. I fall for the person, but if I don’t know them personally, I can still look from a distance and think damn they’re hot. Depending on their personality, they either become even hotter or damn ugly in an instant.”

I looked down at the floor even harder, embarrassed, but I had to say it. “I can’t imagine I was your type from a distance.”

“f***k me. You know for a wolf, you’re pretty girly with your emotions.” I could tell by that reply he was p.issed off and my own flare of anger sparked, but I let him drag me by the arm back out and down the hall until we reached his room.

He slammed the door behind me and facing me said, “If I wasn’t f.ucking interested, I wouldn’t have bothered picking up your cutlery when you dropped it onto the floor.” I remembered him doing that for me when we first met and had to agree it wasn’t exactly in his nature to be sweet and helpful out of the kindness of his heart.

My misery must have clearly shown on my face because sighing he answered, “fine. I don’t like the slutty look like Claire out there, not unless I’m desperate and horny as f**k. I prefer the quiet nerdy people, the sweet good girl act just f.ucking does it for me. Give me braces and glasses over big t.its and short dresses any day.”

I was stunned at his answer, looking at him, I would never have thought in a million years he would be into the geeky look.

Still feeling slightly hurt and annoyed at his insulting comment before, I threw back, “you like shy, sweet people because they’re easier to dominate and treat like your dirty little b.itch?”

It was stupid of me to try to antagonize a violent psychopath, but here I was doing exactly that.

I saw the rage flare in his eyes and just as quickly disappear, “F.ucking hell, how much did you see?”

When I didn’t answer, he said, “no, I wouldn’t treat a good sweet virgin like yourself like some f.ucking dirty little b.itch to please me as I see fit…unless you’re into that s.hit.” He made it a light joke at the end and carried on, “Claire is just easy, she’s f.ucked every guard, two doctors and most of the male nurses here, so yeah I treated her like my little b.itch because she likes that, but I would never treat you like that especially for your first time Rose. Give me some credit.”

We were both calm now, the anger gone from the room and I sat down on the edge of his bed, still too shy to look at him when I asked, “so it doesn’t have to be that violent when giving a man a blow job?”

Jax laughed hard at that, sitting down next to me and slapping my leg. My face apparently gave my feelings away about him treating me like a buddy because he put his hand back on my leg and left it there when he said, “no, that wasn’t even a normal blow job. She was deep throating me.” I looked at him blankly.

After many talks, he had learned that my mother had never taught me about s**x, or anything of a s.exual nature. She had kept me off school when s*x education was being taught, and so I knew literally nothing except from what I had overheard students talking about with one another about their boyfriends or girlfriends.

Taking his hand away from my leg, he leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs, and sighed before explaining. “It’s more aggressive than your average blow job, I guess. Some women and men can do it and others can’t, it’s not for everybody. A normal blow job is just sucking a guy’s d.ick. Deep throat is taking that d.ick as far back into your mouth and down your throat as you can handle and basically being mouth f****d. It feels like how I imagine f.ucking a p*****. would feel…that’s the best way I can describe it.”

He edged closer to me, leaning on his hand behind my back so that he could lean down and place a soft kiss on my shoulder. “I wouldn’t treat you like that,” he said softly.

Without a word, he stood up and held out his hand to me. I looked at him and then his hand before slowly taking it and letting him pull me to my feet. He led us over to the plastic chair in the corner of the room, and pulling it out into the middle of the room, he sat down in it.

He took hold of my t-shirt and gently tugged on it until I was between his legs. Lifting one leg slowly, he tried to guide me, but being my clumsy self I ended up falling onto his lap, making him laugh and lift my other leg over him so that I was straddling his lap with my feet barely touching the floor.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for support. “So, uh, now what?” I asked shyly.

“I don’t know, you tell me. What do you want Rose?” He spoke huskily in that deep voice males get when they’re horny. Without thinking, I instantly blurted out, “I want what you did to Claire.”

He laughed in surprise and answered, “easy tiger, a bit eager, aren’t you?” heat flushed my face and I looked away wishing I had kept my mouth shut. Gently putting his hand under my chin, he drew me back to look at him and murmured, “I’m just teasing you.”

He kissed me softly on the lips, long and sweetly. Drawing back from the kiss, he asked, “you want me to lick you?” I nodded, and he said, “just so we are clear, you want me to lick you out? You’re ok with me using my tongue on your p*****.?” Desire raced through me at his words, and I nodded. It was sweet of him to double-check that I wanted to do more than just kiss, seeing as I was a virgin.

He nodded and then asked, “how about your breasts? Are you ok if I touch them and suck them?”

I hesitated at that question, unsure, not because I didn’t want him to but because I was nervous about him feeling my omega birthmark, it might make him come to his senses and change his mind.

Sensing my hesitation, he said, “can I just show you something, and then you can let me know?”

I nodded and nervously let him slide his hand under my top until he reached one of my breasts and squeezed gently. He rubbed his thumb over my n*****e, drawing a spike of pleasure. When he did it again, I felt the spike of pleasure hit me between my legs and let out a soft moan. “You like that?” he whispered, looking up at me and still playing with my n.ipples.

“Yes, I can feel it between my legs too.”

He grinned and answered, “yeah, I know. I could make you come from just playing with your t.its, but you said something about wanting me to lick you out?”

He got us both onto our feet and then dropped to his knees in front of me. It was weird seeing him in such a submissive position, but even on his knees, he was still the dominating one.

He tugged at my pants and slowly pulled them down to my ankles. Lifting each foot up, he removed them and then tossed them to the corner of the room. He nudged my legs apart and, grabbing the back of my thighs, he put his head between my legs and started to both kiss and lick me down there.

I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of pleasure that hit me and almost buckled over. I put my hand on his back to steady myself and closed my eyes to the feel of his tongue between my folds.

He pushed his tongue as far into me as he could and then licked his way up to what I had learned from him was my c.lit. He licked it over and over until I was close and sweating.

I begged him to stop and pushed him away before collapsing onto the bed. He crawled over to me, getting between my legs and leaning above me on the bed. “I thought you were enjoying yourself?” He asked.

“I was, I just didn’t want to finish before having s**x with you,” I breathed. He laughed in a very masculine way and climbed on top of me, forcing me to lay back down onto the bed.

He pulled my top up, and trailing kisses along my body, he murmured, “I would have made you come both times. You can come multiple times, you know.” I nodded and said, “Yes, but I hear a lot of women struggle to come with their partners from intercourse.”

He pulled back from his kisses to look up at me. “Well, If a man knows how to f***k a woman right, there shouldn’t be a problem.”

“What do you mean, what’s the difference?” I asked.

“Well, I know the human body very well and its anatomy. Think of me as one of the rare few men who know where a woman’s G-spot is and how to f***k her so my c***k rubs her G-spot as well as making sure her c**t isn’t left out.”

It was my turn to laugh as I answered, “how do you know if you’re still a virgin yourself?”

He rolled his eyes at me and said, “because like I just said, I know the human anatomy very well. For example, I know you’re wet enough for this.”

I didn’t have time to worry about how he knew the human anatomy so well because he pushed a finger inside of me and I cried out in both pleasure and surprise.

He pushed his finger in and out of me. Rubbing over what I definitely knew was my G-spot because the pleasure every time he rubbed over it had me doubled over and crying out, no matter how quiet I tried to be.

I got embarrassed when I realized he was watching my face while he fingered me. He smiled down at me, and said, “don’t f.ucking stop enjoying yourself, it’s hot.”

“I feel silly with you watching.”

“It’s turning me on, not silly at all.”

Removing his finger, he grabbed my hand and put it against his trousers so that I could feel his erection through them. I blushed hotly. “See, didn’t even have to touch me, and I’m hard for you. Do you feel ready?”

I knew what he was asking and nodded.

He got up, pulling me with him, until he was sat back in the chair with me straddling him. “Why not on the bed?” I asked.

“I don’t want to overwhelm you or make you feel scared by being on top and all over you. Besides, I hear being on top allows easier access and more control on how deep you want it, may as well see if it’s true.”

I laughed and said, “I never took you for the submissive type. Always figured you’d be top, always.”

Grinning, he answered, “bottom only for you darling,” and winked at me.

I had no idea how just his words could make me so wet, but they did, and a whole new set of butterflies hit my tummy hearing him call me darling.

“How come you’re not getting naked like me?” I asked.

Kissing my neck, he murmured, “too horny to take the time too, besides, you’re still wearing your bra, so technically not entirely naked.”

I was a little disappointed as I wanted to see his perfect body again. I wanted to at least see his sexy as hell upper body, so I asked, “can you at least take your top off for me?”

He gave me a wicked grin and answered, “anything for you, you naughty girl.” He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and threw it to the floor.

Grabbing me around the waist, he pulled me against his body so that I could feel my large breasts pressed firmly against his muscular chest through the material of my bra.

Coming to my senses a little and feeling all awkward and shy again, I looked down and quietly said, “we will get in so much trouble if they catch us.”

Jax kissed the top of my left breast and said, “they won’t catch us, it will be fine.”

He tugged my bra down and slipped a n*****e into his mouth and gently sucked, making me burn up with desire again and forget for a moment what we had just been talking about.

When he moved onto the next n*****e, licking and sucking it, I managed to pull back enough to breathe, “anyone could come in here at any moment, and they don’t like me as much as they like you.”

Finally, taking me more seriously, he pulled back from my breasts to look up into my face and said, “if anyone walks in, I’ll make it look like I forced myself on you.”

It was my turn to raise my eyebrows and answered, “you’ll pretend you were trying to rape me?”

He nodded, “yeah, I won’t let you get in any trouble, I promise. Anyway, with my track record here, they’ll hardly be surprised.”

“I don’t want you taking all the blame, that’s not fair.”

He smirked, “Rose, just relax, I don’t care about being locked in my room for a few days on your behalf, if it’s not from f.ucking you, it would probably be something else anyway.”

He kissed me fiercely and passionately on the lips, no doubt wanting to shut me up, and I decided to let the matter rest and enjoy the kiss.

For a moment, I didn’t care that I wasn’t slim and slender like the other female werewolves. I didn’t care that I was an omega. In his arms, in this very moment, I was just me. No labels, no fear or pain, just blissfulness and peace in the arms of someone who saw only me, someone who saw who I was inside and not what I was on the outside or what I wasn’t.

I had never felt more free or alive in such a short amount of time as I did just now, I felt safe, like nothing or no one could touch me while I was in Jax’s arms and pressed protectively against his strong body.

We suddenly heard footsteps coming down the hallway and Jax broke away from me. I clung to him, and he gave a small laugh, “we need to get you back in your clothes before they catch us.”

Reluctantly, I let go of him and let him help me put my top on and get to my feet. The nurse came in just as I pulled my top down, and I don’t know whether we both looked flustered or not because she gave us a suspicious look.

I breathed a sigh of relief when she only said, “come on, Rose, time to go back to your room and then shower.”

When I was In bed I lay there grinning to myself like an i.diot, it felt amazing having an alpha wolf want me, me! The ugly nerdy omega that no one had wanted before, and then the first werewolf I met was both gorgeous as hell and an alpha!