Chapter 21
CHAPTER 21
REX
Stephanie’s pussy feels like a dream, like it was made just for me. She ripples around my girth as she shifts about. Stretching over her, I grip her wrists in my hand as my other grabs her hip.
With slow, inexorable movements, I slide out of her welcoming warmth, only to slam back in again. She cries out in pleasure and need as I fuck her hard and fast. God, she’s stunning in the throes of passion.
Her black hair splays out around her face, framing her small features to perfection. No longer are her eyes a bright green. They’re mostly eaten up by her pupils until just a sliver remains.
Growling softly under my breath, I bend down and capture her nipple with lips, sucking hard. She bows up, another cry on her lips as her skin flushes a pretty pink. I go to her other nipple, sucking hard before biting down ever so gently with my teeth.
Her inner walls clench around me as I give her that bite of pain with her pleasure. My little pain slut will certainly be a perfect companion. She was made for this. Made for me.
Though I’ve never waxed poetic about soulmates before, I feel I found it in her. Bringing my hand down, I cradle her face while I bring my other over to her clit. With the way she’s looking at me, the way she’s gripping me, and the way she’s whispering ‘Daddy’ under her breath with each thrust, I know I won’t last long.
My balls draw up painfully tight. Even now, my knot starts to swell. Since this will be her first knot, I want to be buried deep inside her pretty little pussy before I fully expand. Gritting my teeth, I slow my thrusts, doing my best to prolong this feeling, this intimacy between us.
Sparks slide up and down my spine as her body clenches around mine. God, she feels like heaven even as I drag her down to the depths of depraved hell. Leaning down, I capture her lips with mine, kissing her as I slide in one last time.
Even with Brody’s mother, it was never like this. I never wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to dominate her, or care for her. Our relationship was pale, tame compared to this. For Stephanie, I would destroy the world if it kept her happy and safe.
A low growl rumbles in my chest, washing over Stephanie until she’s mindless with need. Just how I want her. I want her first time to be a vision of what’s to come between us. Strumming her clit, I keep her wrapped in pleasure as my knot expands, stretching her open.
Cum pours into her willing body, bathing her insides as my balls empty. My shout of pleasure roars ragged from my lips as I bend low and lap at her shoulder with my tongue. She’s not fully in her heat, but she’s close enough. Without this bond, there’s still that chance that she can walk away.
This is what Daddy does best. I leave nothing to chance. I want Stephanie, and I’m going to keep Stephanie. Once more, I glance into her eyes, noting how they’re all black. Certainly close enough.
Again, I nuzzle the spot and set my teeth against her skin. Her mewls of pleasure ripple over me, turning me inside out until I can’t think straight. I can’t go into the rut. Not yet. Not until I have her safely in the house. Closing my eyes, I bite down into her shoulder, my cock jerking inside her pussy as her skin gives way.
Her cries of passion morph into pain, and I purr as best as I can. Reaching between us, I continue to pleasure her, forcing her body to take the agony I’m bestowing and turn it into ecstasy. The moment I touch her, she goes pliant beneath me once more.
Blood fills my mouth as I stay clamped on, waiting for the bond to take hold. Slivers of threads shoot out between us, delicate at first, but growing with each passing second. Her mind is bare to mine, and I see everything.
Her pain, her passion, her deepest fears, and darkest desires all flood my brain like images projected onto a wall. I wrap my arms around my poor little girl, taking on what I can. Her anxiety, though it’s a known factor, floods me in stark relief. I feel just what a toll it takes on her.
There’s only so much I can do, and my care and protection alone won’t take it away. Part of me hates that I can’t eliminate this, that I can’t make her brain switch off so she can just breathe. Honestly, though, I wouldn’t change her for the world.
The anxiety is part of her. It’s what creates all these fascinating facets and nuggets of her personality. Even now, I can feel her trying to overthink things. Once she’s fully in her heat, things will quiet for a bit, but after she comes out of it, she’ll have lots of questions.
Reluctantly, I pull my lips away from her. Staring down into her beautiful eyes, glazed over and pitch black, I smile and run my thumb down her cheek. She frowns for a second, then tugs at her hands.
“What do you need, sweet girl?”
“You. I need you.”
“You have me, princess.”
“No. Not the same. You claimed me. Now I claim you. It’s only fair.”
Chuckling, I reach over and undo her bonds. “Fair, you say. Well, if that’s what makes this fair-”
Just as I finish my sentence, Stephanie grabs me and yanks me down. Her lips move over my chest, hovering over my heart.
“This is going to hurt, Daddy. But consider this a partial payment for the hell you put me through.”
I cup the back of her head, holding her to the spot. “Do your worst, little omega. Daddy can take it.”
Her teeth tear through my skin, sending shards of agony through the muscles and into my arms. I brace, keeping myself from squishing my precious omega as she completes the circle. The threads turn to cords, anchoring our hearts as one.
Closing my eyes, I pour all my affection, obsession, and care into her. True, she’s seen the ugly part of our relationship, but that doesn’t change or affect how I feel about her. In the end, I want nothing more than to grow old with this woman.
Someday, she’ll bear my children, and they will be loved and cared for by a stern Alpha father and a gentle, loving omega mother. I send my future into her mind, showing her I mean forever. She’s not some passing fancy. She’s my everything.
When she pulls away, tears dot her eyes. Her body quakes as she looks around, her expression lost like a frightened animal. “Please, Daddy,” she begs softly. “Please take me home. I need to go home.”
Deep inside, I feel the heat taking over. She so desperately needs her nest. “Hold on for just a little bit, sweet girl. Let Daddy’s knot deflate so I don’t harm you, then you can go home and have your nest.” Craning my neck over my shoulder, I jerk my head at the guards watching Brody. “Take him home and move him out. His stepmother and I will not tolerate his presence any longer. Have a few servants take linens into my bedroom and put my worn clothes with it. Stephanie will need to nest the moment we get home.”
They drag my son away. His cries of supposed injustice ring in my ears, but the true injustice is how poorly he treated Stephanie. I cradle her face in my hands, smearing blood between us as I lean in for a kiss. “I will always protect you. Always.”
I hold my wife close as my knot deflates in small increments. Finally, I pull out of her, easing my cock out of her pussy with as much gentleness as I can muster. Cum and slick pour from her body, staining the sheets below. Who knows, maybe this one time is all it took to get her pregnant.
If not, it doesn’t matter. I’ll keep fucking her and breeding her until her stomach is round and swollen with my child. Our child. Perhaps with a mother who doesn’t care as much about physical things, they will grow up to be kinder and more thoughtful. Not at all like Brody.
It’s a chance to start again. A new beginning with a mother I’ll never let go. Stephanie’s eyes widen as she hears my thoughts and skims her hands down to her flat stomach. Fear and anxiety swirl inside her as she contemplates motherhood for the first time.
Gathering her into my arms, I allow the love I feel for her temper the terror threatening to overtake her. “We will do this together, love. You will never be on your own again. Now let’s get you to your nest.”
A few people come out of the crowd and wrap us in robes, allowing us to be decent on our trek out to the car. Thankfully, since I’m not in my rut yet, I have the mental clarity to see to Stephanie’s needs before turning into a mindless fucking machine. I pull out a kit when we get into the car so I can clean and bandage her wound.
She sighs and settles into me as I tend to her, sleeping as the city races by. Soon, our house looms in the distance. I hold her close in my arms and take her straight to our bedroom. No longer will either of us have to sleep alone. That thought alone makes my cock stir once more.
As soon as I get her inside, she wakes up and makes her way to the mess of fabrics. A wide grin splits her lips as she jumps into it like a pile of leaves and starts sorting everything to how she likes it. Standing off to the side, I slide open the robe and idly stroke my cock as I watch her.
I never want to forget this moment. Her first heat, our first fuck in her nest, and the family that will eventually result. Every so often, she looks over at me, her anxiety spiking as she moves a bit here and there. I do what I can to reassure her, smiling as she shows off her creation.
To me, it’s just a pile of clothes and sheets. It’s not really all that pretty or spectacular. But to my baby girl, it’s the greatest thing she’s ever made. With a large grin, I drop my robe to the floor and walk over. She beams at me, her words garbled with incoherency and excitement.
“Such a pretty nest from such a pretty baby girl. Will you invite me in? Do you want Daddy to fuck your pretty little pussy in this pretty little nest?”
She nods, her movements rapid and erratic.
“Come on now, use your words, sweet girl. Say, Daddy, I want you to fuck my pretty little pussy in this pretty little nest. Come on. You can do that for Daddy, can’t you? Say it, and I’ll fuck you so good in this lovely nest you made.”
“P- please, Daddy,” she stammers, her gaze flitting between the nest and me. “Please f- fuck my p-pretty little.” She pauses, that adorable blush creeping over her cheeks. “Pussy,” the word comes out as a whisper, but I accept it all the same. “In this pretty little nest.”
“Well, since you asked so sweetly.” I scoop her up and toss her in before pulling out the scent suppressors from my nose.
There will still be a lot to talk about after she’s out of her heat. There will be a lot she will no doubt hold me accountable for now that she sees into my mind and knows exactly what I’ve done. But none of that matters. I have what matters to me most in the world.
My sweet little baby girl calls out to me, her body arching as needy whines pour from her throat. I must answer that call and will do so every day for the rest of my life. She’s the air I breathe, my very existence… my everything.