Knot Our Omega (Knot Ours)

Chapter 23

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

LUKA

“You ran, Sydney.” The voice of my alpha mixed with my own as I fought to keep myself under control. Did she not know? You never run from an alpha. You never hide. It was a game for us, a hunt we couldn’t resist, and from the moment I saw that note, I knew I’d find her and I’d bring her home… but not without a punishment first.

I like punishments, my alpha had teased me, anticipating just how well we’d punish her.

I was furious and hurt that she thought so little of us that she thought we’d discard her, our omega, our cherished. My unit wanted to come, but I refused. I needed to find her myself, punish her, teach her a lesson about what happens when one runs from their alpha. I left my unit at home, ordering them to wait in case she returned, even knowing she wouldn’t return. Not without me.

“You ran, Sydney.” My voice was like gravel as I fought for control, fought to keep the claws at bay and the want of my alpha in check. “You ran, and my alpha didn’t like it.”

A single tear rolled down her cheek, and it broke me. It broke me into a thousand pieces, but having her body pressed against mine glued those pieces back together and reassured me we’d be alright. Her quiet voice whispered into the night, “I couldn’t go back to the facility.”

“We’d never send what’s ours back,” I growled, rubbing my hips into her, grinding my hard cock against her ass to drive home just how much she was ours. “You hear me? Ours.”

“But the omega…” She bit her bottom lip as her eyes went glassy. “The omega was perfect.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Perfect? That omega? She was so far from perfect I couldn’t even begin to describe it. But Sydney? There was nothing more perfect than our omega. I reached a hand up and brushed back her hair before placing a kiss on the nape of her neck then the crook of her shoulder. “Perfect? No. She didn’t have thick, luscious blond hair like you do.”

I let my palms travel along the front of her body before running a finger between her breasts, then cupping the weight of them in my hands. Sydney hissed, her body still sensitive, probably still feeling the tail end of her heat cycle. “She didn’t have perfect breasts like this, that fit like they were made for my hands.”

My omega’s eyes fluttered closed and she moaned. “Luka.”

I ignored her plea and dropped her breasts, trailing my fingers down her stomach. “She didn’t have these hips or luscious curves.”

I bit her ear, and she cried out before I traveled lower, cupping the apex of her thighs. Her body went weightless as her legs crumbled beneath her, held up only by my palm tightening against her cunt. My alpha growled at the damp warmth between her thighs, urging me to take what belonged to us, to prove to her without a single doubt that she was ours.

“I bet her cunt wouldn’t feel nearly as perfect around my cock. You were made for us, omega. Ours. You think we’d throw that away for her?” I adjusted my palm so that I could snake down her pants and into her underwear. “Never. Not when we have an omega so perfectly willing and wet for us.”

And she was wet. She was soaked just from my touch, her slick coating my palm. I ground my hand down, rubbing against her swollen clit and reveling in the sounds of desperation she made at my touch. The soft gasps were followed by her breathless voice. “But she was what you wanted.”

“Are you doubting that your alpha could change his mind?” I snaked my finger lower, dipping into the creases between her legs.

“No,” she whimpered.

“I never wanted her. The world told me it’s what I should want, but omega, you must know that you are our dream.” I let my free hand come up and caress her hair gently before I fisted the strands and yanked her head back. “You are ours.”

I knew I should wait until she was back at our home, but my alpha refused. Let her be punished by the pain of the bark digging into her skin and the brush scraping her knees. She deserved no less for running from us.

With a roar of frustration, I had her pants torn from her body, leaving her exposed to the cool night’s elements. “Spread your legs, little omega.”

With a strangled cry, she spread her legs, though not nearly wide enough. I wedged my thigh between them, forcing her stance wider as I spoke into her hair. “There you go, little omega. I can’t fuck you, claim you, mate you, if you don’t let me in. You’re going to let me in, aren’t you, omega? Going to let my alpha show you just how much you belong to us?” When she didn’t answer, I growled, “Answer me.”

“Yes.” She cried out when I flexed my hip into her ass.

I reached down, pulling down my zipper and releasing my cock from my pants. “Do you want my cock, little omega? Do you want me to make you scream?”

When she didn’t answer, I ground into her, tearing a cry from her lips. “Yes!”

“Yes who?”

“Yes, Alpha,” she sputtered out, and when Alpha left her lips, I flexed my hips forward, sheathing my cock in her body. A low groan left me as I threw my head back, savoring the feeling of her body squeezing mine so damn tight.

“Fucking perfect,” I reminded her, then I moved, pounding into her so hard, all she could do was hold on to the tree as my body forced against her and the bark scraped against her skin. I moved fast, taking no care for the pain the elements might cause, fueled only by my desire to claim her again and the sweet little sounds that left her lips as she held on.

With my hands firm on her hips, I pulled her away from the trunk, crumbling us to the ground and forcing her onto her hands and knees. I knew the twigs were painful as they dug into her knees, knew that leaves offered her palms little protection from the hard ground below us, but I didn’t care.

“Fucking flawless,” I grunted out as my palm skated over her spine. “And you tried to leave.”

“I’m- I’m sorry,” she panted.

“You’re what?”

“I’m sorry, Alpha,” She corrected herself.

“Say you’ll never do it again,” I demanded, feeling the all too familiar tightening of my balls and the tingle in my spine, urging me to release my seed into her slick-soaked cunt and claim her again, until she had no question over who she belonged to.

My hips picked up their pace, working harder, faster, more brutal than I’d ever been with her, and under me, my omega was wild, screaming and gasping, whimpering and crying with her need to release. But I wouldn’t let her come, not until she promised.

“I won’t,” she said hoarsely.

“Promise me, omega, and I’ll let you come.” I fucking couldn’t hold off much longer. The need to fill her, knot her, claim her body and soul, was too alluring, even for the toughest of alphas.

There was a pause that dragged on, and I thought maybe she wouldn’t promise and she’d reject me. But then, her body began to quake over my shaft and her head lowered to her arms. Muffled as she struggled to speak, my omega proclaimed, “I promise, Alpha.”

A long moan left her and her channels began to squeeze, choking my cock past the point of no return, until I could control my body no longer and I exploded inside of her, pulsing as I released while my knot swelled, causing a new wave of pleasure to take hold of her body. We stayed locked until our breathing evened out and my knot subsided, then I slipped out of my omega’s flawless body, scooped her up, and carried her back home, where she belonged this whole damn time.