11. Chapter ElevenDaria
Chapter Eleven
Daria
M arcus effortlessly lifted me in his arms and whisked me away, saying a thanks and goodbye to my new enemies, Mel and Tina, like a man in some romantic drama. I snuggled close to him, sniffing his bittersweet scent in the crook of his neck, practically dripping with need, for him. His grip on me tightened, and I felt him quicken his pace. He didn’t speak to me on the way back or when we entered his house, remaining wordless as we made it back to my room.
In the back of my mind, I lamented how I was so close to being free if only I’d chosen another house or kept walking and finding my way home alone. But that was a far-off thought. Currently, I could only focus on my extremely high state of horniness and pain.
I blamed him for not getting my suppression medicine, and now I was stuck in my heat, feeling like I was going to die of the worst cramps ever. There was no point arguing with him now. I had to get through this; he was better than a stranger on the street. I’d worry about how to escape after when I wasn’t so horny I was ready to strip naked in public.
Marcus placed me on my bed. He then stood upright and backed away. Not what I was expecting. I sat up and reached for him, hooking my fingers in the top of his jeans. “Where are you going? Are you going to leave me here in heat as punishment?”
He cocked a brow. “That would be cruel. I want to make sure you want this. Want me.”
I nodded eagerly, yanking him to me. “You know that I do.”
His bright blue eyes seemed to darken, eyes squinting into something akin to hurt. “You ran from me… again.”
I shrugged, trying my best not to get affected by the emotion on his face and also heavily preoccupied with my own very uncomfortable state. “It’s what I do, it’s my thing. Now, I’d like some help before I pass out.”
Without further haste, he dropped to his knees between my legs, tossed off my tennis, and pulled down my underwear and leggings. He licked his lips as he stared down at my dripping core. “Round two.”
Guess he got over being hurt. I tossed my head back as I felt his mouth on me. “Did you have to say anything?”
He chuckled into my pussy, his lips lapping along my slit. My thighs shook at the now desperate need for satisfaction. The cramping in my stomach was slowly easing, but this would not be enough. It was merely an appetizer. I lifted my hips to his mouth, biting my lip as his silken tongue swept over my clit. I felt in a daze, sparks of desire pulsating through me from every lick of his tongue. His hands moved up to my breasts, rotating between squeezing and tweaking my nipples as he continued to hungrily devour my drenched pussy.
And I came, making more of a mess than I had last time.
Marcus didn’t seem to mind because he kept feasting on me until I came again, my body spasming in rapture. But I still wanted, no, needed, more. I tapped his shoulder. “Marcus, I know we aren’t on the best of terms right now, but what you’re doing is lovely. Amazing, honestly. But I am deep in my heat, if you know what I mean.”
He looked up at me from between my legs with lust-filled eyes and a bit of mischief. I kind of liked him at that angle. “I do,” he replied, his voice low and guttural.
He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. I sat up, admiring his tattooed green body once again. I wanted the heat of that large body over me. Now. I pulled my T-shirt and bra over my head. When he stepped out of his bottoms, I gasped. His dick was massive. I’d thought about it earlier when I was stroking him. I couldn’t even get my hand around it. How was all of that supposed to fit inside me? My body, however, was less concerned because I could feel my clit throb just by looking at the weeping tip of his member. My body was a hormonal idiot.
“So,” I began, eyes still glued to his neither region. “How does this work? I feel like I’m more of a UK socket, and you are a US plug, and there is no adapter around.”
Marcus gave me a quizzical look as he knelt on the bed. “That’s an interesting way to put it.” He moved between my legs and kissed my right knee. “Little flower, I am not going to hurt you. We will go slow. Okay?”
I nodded slowly. His voice seemed so quiet then. Kind. I believed he would treat me with care, and my body relaxed. I’d never had sex with an alpha before. I knew vaguely that an omega’s body could expand in a way to fit, but I didn’t know the mechanics. “I’ve never…”
“It’s okay.” He moved closer and kissed me softly.
My racing heart slowed down at the touch of his warm lips on me. He felt so right already, familiar. Mine. I spread my legs farther to accommodate his large frame between my thighs. He then moved his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit again, bringing my body back to life for him.
I trembled underneath him, both scared and excited to feel him inside me. “Relax, little flower.”
He continued to manipulate my bud, and I moaned under his touch, my entire body a simmering wave of sensitive nerves. “You’re so beautiful, Daria. I hope you know that.”
I nodded, feeling desired at that moment. I figured he was only trying to calm me, but when I looked into his eyes, they were staring at me with what I could only describe as pure adoration. My heart stilled, and I decided to allow myself to bask in his admiration. It felt too good. Then I felt him. It was the head, pushing into my entrance. I sucked in my breath at the stretch of him inside me. It didn’t hurt, not yet. More slick poured from me to make his push into me easier. It felt amazing.
He paused, his arms shaking slightly, and I arched to try to see his face. His eyes were closed, teeth clinched. “Are you okay?”
He gave a curt nod. “Yeah. I need a moment. You’re so tight. I don’t want to mess this up before I even start. Especially not during your heat.”
I giggled, feeling a little empowered for affecting him this way.
He swore and began to push further. “Laugh again and I will definitely ruin this.”
I sobered up as he slowly thrust deeper into me now, filling me and touching every inner wall. My hands found his chest, hard and heated under my fingers, to steady myself. It felt terrific, intoxicating to be this close to him – wrapped around his warmth and his bittersweet scent.
“How you doing, little flower?”
“I’m good.” I looked down between us. He was only halfway in now. If I hadn’t looked, I’d have thought he was fully inside me. Was this going to kill me?
He dove in more, and I tightened my grip on him. He continued to rub expertly at my clit, and I decided to focus on the growing buzz of release that came from his touch. However, my eyes still rounded as I watched him move further inside of me.
“You’re doing so well, Daria. Not that much to go now. God, you feel amazing. Lift your legs around me.”
I lifted up and wrapped my legs around his torso, sending him deeper into me. I dug my nails into his skin, sucking in a gasp at the thickness of him. I felt so full now. There was not an inch of space between us below. I was on the edge of pain until he brushed against my sensitive inner spot. I ignited and released a whine, winding my hips. There was a slight burn from the stretch, but it was dull underneath his manipulative touch and the pressure on that secret inner spot.
“Do you need a break?” he asked. Sweat beaded around his forehead, and I could see another slight shake in his arms as he struggled to maintain control and not pound into me. “It feels so good like this. I don’t have to go any further.” He began to pull out slowly, and it felt just as amazing as it did going in.
I wasn’t sure how much my body could handle, but I knew not having all of him would not be fulfilling. He began to push back into me at a slightly faster pace, pulling out again before hitting past the prior thrust until he had a rhythm of pushing halfway in and pulling out.
But I felt, no, I wanted all of him. “More.”
He groaned, pushing further, and my whole core shook at the sound vibrating down my spine. “You’re taking me so well,” he said in a shaky voice.
“Thank you,” I replied, and he chuckled in response.
My body lifted up to meet his thrust. He was still tight in me but not as uncomfortable as earlier. The burning was now gone.
“Can you take a little more, little flower?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl,” he whispered as he pushed in further.
The inner praise whore in me screamed. And then I was filled until just before his knot, the bulbous base that could link us together. The knot was a primitive part of breeding by an alpha to ensure none of his release would seep out. I definitely wasn’t trying to get pregnant, and a sudden wave of panic hit me. I might be high in my heat, but I developed a good amount of control over my mental faculties when in that state. I prided myself on it.
I pushed at his chest. And he pulled back, looking down at me with worry. It tugged at my heart to see him so quickly concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
“We didn’t use protection.”
He sighed. “It’s okay. I have a protection spell on me, a birth control of sorts. And I’ve been checked. I don’t have anything. Not that orcs catch… things.”
I squinted my eyes up at him, although my body felt uncomfortably empty without him inside me. I didn’t particularly appreciate that I had to trust him to tell me the truth, but he hadn’t lied to me so far. He was an honest, but morally gray type of guy. “I don’t have anything either. I’m practically a born-again virgin.”
He smiled and kissed me again before entering me. His gentleness was distracting. It was the way I’d want to be treated in lovemaking. And the feel of him in me was heavenly. He quickened his pace, and I tried my best to meet each of his thrusts by lifting my hips. I wasn’t far now with him brushing against my inner spot and rubbing my clit. I wanted release, wanted to snap.
“Faster,” I cried.
He complied, piercing into me with the barest hint of pain. “Am I hurting you?” he asked in a shaky voice.
“No, no, no.” And then I came again, my body spasming as a wave of uncontrollable pleasure rippled through me.
Marcus grunted as he continued to thrust into me until he too followed. His body jerked above me and filled me with copious amounts of his seed. It heated me as the tingling release splashed against my inner walls, driving another orgasm from me.
He ran a large hand over my hair gently. “How do you feel?” he asked.
I pressed my hand back to his chest, and the feel of his heartbeat under my fingers distracted me for a moment. We were connected. I enjoyed that. This felt more than heat mind. Still, my body was far from satiated. An omega could last a couple of days on average in heat. It would be a cycle of sex, sleep, eating and drinking.
“I feel okay.”
He grunted. “That wasn’t the answer I was hoping for.”
I giggled, wrigglingly under him which only lit my only slightly dimming internal fire. “No, you were awesome. Can you go again?”
“Oh, yes. I have another round or two in me.” He moved his arm behind my back. “But I want to see you come this time, little flower.” He then flipped us so that I was on top of him, straddling his pelvis.
We were still connected, and this new angle brought another jolt of pleasure through me. The back of my mind did have a bit of panic about sitting on top of him in the dark room with my round belly, stretch marks, and cellulite on full display. However, the look in his eyes, a glazed yearning, shook away any concern about my body’s imperfections. He knew I wasn’t skinny, yet clearly, he was attracted to me. I wasn’t going to ruin my heat worried about nonsense.
His hands moved up to my breasts and tenderly massaged them, his eyes studying them like they were works of art. I felt him stiffen inside me, not that he had softened much. “Ride me, little flower.”
I began to grind on him and then leaned forward, balancing my hands on his chest. I bounced on him with abandon, knowing there was no way I would have to worry about him slipping out of me. With this position, he was hitting exactly at that hard-to-find spot, and in no time, I came again. But I wanted more. This simply wasn’t enough, even for a break. It seemed nonsensical that after several orgasms, I wasn’t even ready for a bit of downtime. Although the cramping and queasiness were gone, I still felt a bit hollow despite being literally filled with Marcus inside of me. There was still a yearning, and I knew what I needed.
“Knot me.”
He pumped his hips up, causing my breast to jiggle, a smirk on his face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You already claimed me, now give me the knot. I can’t go through a heat without getting knotted.”
He ‘hmmed’ in acceptance and gripped my hips before pushing up as I ground down on him. His knot slowly moved into me, and my legs shook with the effort of being filled even more. More slick released from me, easing his push. I let out a shaky breath, digging my fingers into his stomach, but he didn’t seem bothered by any pain.
He focused on my face, eyes intense enough to confuse me with something more romantic. “Daria.”
“I’m fine,” I said through clenched teeth. “Don’t stop.”
He moved a hand back to my clit, and the tightness in my stomach I didn’t realize was there, melted away. He knew me. Knew my body. It felt oddly magical.
“Little flower,” he stated but didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he pushed his knot further into me until I was full and locked with him.
He dropped his hips, and his body shook under me as he came, filling me with more of his hot seed. I screamed in uncontrollable pleasure at the intensity of his release and the overwhelming contact. My skin felt like I was being tickled with feathers from my neck down to my toes. My vision blurred, tears filled my eyes, and his sweet scent wrapped me tightly in our own bubble. I felt weightless, my mind glitching for a moment with the feel of him in me, under me. I rocked forward, not wanting the euphoria to pass.
My body trembled several more times with little aftershock orgasms. I was covered in a sheen of sweat, but so was he, so I didn’t feel too bad. When my soul finally returned to my body, I looked down at him breathlessly, still tightly connected. He lifted a hand and ran a thumb across my cheek tenderly, wiping away a tear. There was a vulnerable look in those light blue eyes that twisted my core. His lips turned up in a slight smile as he gazed at me, lowering his hand to my thigh and slowly rubbing up and down.
“You are exquisite,” he stated simply, and my heart leaped in my chest.
He was everything I wanted in a guy, in someone to experience my heat with and to enjoy. He was perfect. And yet, he was still my captor who claimed me against my will.
I tore away from his gaze before I let myself get pulled in further. “How long does it take for your knot to deflate?”
“Thirty minutes.”
I hadn’t thought that part out. Heat brain just wanted the satisfaction. Heat brain didn’t think that I had to remain connected to him even when the intense need to orgasm had settled down for a break. I planned to use his body for my needs during my heat, and when I didn’t need him, I would separate and ignore his presence until I was back in shape to try to escape again. I could get through thirty minutes of this. Maybe I could take a nap and then unplug. Is that what it was called?
“Fine,” I huffed to let him know I wasn’t happy with him. Sex hadn’t made us friends. “We don’t need to talk in between sex. I’m still pissed about you claiming me.”
He sighed. “And I’m still annoyed you keep trying to escape despite me telling you, you are safer with me.”
I gave him a toothy smile. “Great, so we’re on the same page. I’m just going to lay on you because I need to rest my back a bit, so don’t take it as meaning more.”
“Sure.”
I paused, moving forward, glaring at him. “I’m serious.”
He nodded. “I know.”
I was not convinced. There was a condescending tone to his voice I didn’t appreciate, but I was also too exhausted to keep arguing, so I continued to move until I was laying on top of him. I wasn’t going to say it, but he felt pretty comfortable. I enjoyed his heat and scent, and I fell asleep in no time.
Some time later, I opened my eyes; I was still lying on top of him. His soft breath was a steady rhythm, making it hard for me to wake up. I looked up at him. As I thought he was asleep, his mouth slightly opened. He even looked cute asleep, and my stomach clenched with the jumble of feelings it was causing me. His hands were wrapped around my back, hugging me like he was a kid, and I was his prized stuffed animal.
I could still feel him in me, including his knot. This was too intimate. It was time to get off him; only my body was fired up again. I wiggled on top of him despite myself, enjoying the feel of him. How long had we been asleep if I was already heated up? It was more than thirty minutes. And was his knot supposed to be so inflated this long?
Marcus groaned, his eyes still closed as he matched my grinds. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Perhaps. How much time has it been?”
He cracked open an eye and lifted his left hand to look at his watch. “Over three hours.”
“Your knot is still in me. Is that normal?”
He paused his movements and opened his other eye. “No.”
I stopped moving and looked down our bodies to our connection. “What do you mean no?”
I tried to move up, but Marcus quickly gripped my hips. “Woman, are you crazy? You’ll hurt yourself if you try to pull off a knot. It has to deflate.”
“Then why isn’t it deflating? It’s been hours.”
His face twisted in a concerned confusion that only served to make me more worried. “This isn’t normal, is it?” I asked, a conflicted mess of panic and lust.
He released a stilted breath, his fingers digging into my hips. It was clear by how hard he still felt inside me that our continued connection was getting to him, too. “No, it isn’t.”
Great, now I had four problems. I was kidnapped, claimed, in my heat, and seemingly knotted to my captor.