Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame-Chapter 66: I want to suck your..

She stared at him, completely at loss for words.

What did he mean he didn’t care?

"Don’t think about it." He said, claiming her lips with his. He kissed her softly,and surprising herself, she leaned in almost immediately.

He could taste the fading sweetness on her tongue, from the first ice cream she’d eaten. He leaned in, tasting the other sides of her mouth, while she coated the other parts of his mouth with her own sweetness.

He stopped kissing her after sometime, a thin line of saliva, hanging between them, as he looked into her eyes. Her eyes were on his lips for a while, before she stuck out her tongue, licking in their saliva and her lower lip, letting her upper teeth graze it little.

Theo couldn’t help but swallow the lump that had formed in his throat as his cock shamelessly fisted in pants, poking her thigh.

The feeling of his rock hard cock pressing her bare thighs gave her the perfect confidence boost she didn’t know she needed.

Happy she wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure, she picked up one of the spoons, handing it to him.

"It’s melting." She said, her thick gaze, landing on him.

He took the spoon from her, his fingers grazing hers for a second.

He took a semi full spoon of the ice cream, holding it before her mouth. She opened it slowly, letting him guide it into her mouth, which he did, before taking it out gently.

He fed himself after that, using his tongue to wipe the rim of his upper lip.

In his periphery, he could see that she had caught on to his actions.

They shared a couple spoons together, in the quiet, letting the tension sit comfortably between them, under the quiet of the moon light and the stillness of the sea.

Theodore picked a full spoon of ice cream to put in his mouth, but she took it with her mouth, shocking him, causing some to spill on her white top.

"Oops." She muttered, smiling sheepishly, as she tried to clean up the mess she’d made put it was too late, it had already dissolved into the fabric.

"Eager much?" Theo teased with a hoarse voice, taking a tissue from the side of the bag, using it to dab the excess of the stain.

"I was only joking, fish." She said, rolling her eyes.

"With my own spoon of ice cream." He deadpanned, glancing at her briefly.

He dabbed just above her breasts but she couldn’t help but feel like we was actually touching her tits.

"You’d have to take off your top." He said, taking hands away, his eyes going to hers.

"Why?" She asked almost immediately, her eyes wide.

"Because it’s going to get sticky." He replied.

Sighing softly, the thought of sitting in nothing but her undies, her tiny skirt and her boots, made her cheeks crimson.

Silently she took off the top, keeping it on the table, turning to find Theo’s eyes, zeroed on her lace brassiere and chest.

His eyes caressed her tits and nipples that peeked from her brassiere, while his hands cleaned the area above them with the tissue.

When he was done, she reached to pick the top, so she could put it back on, but he stopped her.

"It’s better you stay this way. We don’t want to stain it now, do we." He said easily, but she could feel the weight behind those words, that caused excitement and anticipation to bubble in her abdomen.

"You should sit properly as well." He said again, confusing her this time.

"How do you mean?" She muttered, wondering if she made his legs ache.

"Let your two legs be on either sides of my thigh." He said pulling her up. He shut his legs, before making her cross her legs to the other side, then made her sit, so she was now facing him directly, her back on the edge of the table.

Bethany leaned on the table, her chest pointing forward, so her boobs were almost to his face.

"Perfect." His said, his voice deep and laced with need. His comment made Bethany struggle to relax mentally and emotionally.

He reached beside her, taking another scoop of ice cream, feeding it to her, and she took it gingerly, in desperate need of a distraction or wake up call.

And this time, she wasn’t sure what caused it, but it tasted differently . It tasted like a drug, a drug that made her lust over and over again for him.

After feeding her, he took one for himself, his eyes staring into hers as her took out the spoon from his mouth.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, preparing to be fed again.

He fed her another spoon, using the spoon to take the excesses, before putting it in his own mouth.

He took another scoop for himself, watching her as he swallowed it, then went ahead to scoop another for her.

He fed her the scoop, slowly, making her reach for it, a smirk breaking out on his face when he saw frustration lines, appear on her face.

When she’d taken it all, she scowled at him.

"Asshole." She spat. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"The kind or the wicked one." He asked, laughter in his eyes.

"The very wicked, douchy one." She said, rolling her eyes at him, then he pinched her thigh, causing her to squeak, instinctually smacking his arm hard, but he didn’t flinch.

He’d expected it.

"What was that for?!" She scolded, nursing the spot he’d pinched.

"That was forrolling your eyes at me." He said calmly, already reaching for another scoop.

"You could have told me you didn’t like it." She argued.

"You would have forgotten. Plus I felt like pinching you." He smirked, winking at her.

He dropped the ice cream on the place he pinched, watching her shoulders relax as the coldness soothed her.

"I’m sorry." He muttered, scooping another.

"It’s okay. Just tell me next time." She advised.

"I won’t." He said, dropping another the ice cream on each of her tits.

"Why? What are you doing, Theodore?" She asked, absolutely confused.

"I want to suck your boobs."

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