Orri (Intergalactic Surrogacy Agency #3)

6. Breeding Instincts

brEEDING INSTINCTS

ISABELLA

O rri paws at my body like an alien possessed, his huge, rough hands pulling clumsily at the buttons on my shirt. One pops off and bounces across the room with a ping! that’s all too reminiscent of another ping, back on Earth…

My mind drifts, thoughts darkening as I remember Adik doing the same thing. He only cared about himself and acted like he had a right to me. To my body. He came home drunk one night and ripped at my shirt just like this.

My whole body tenses up and even through the haze of lust and heat, I start to retreat. My trauma is surfacing and ruining the moment. I won’t go through that again. I won’t…I can’t…

“Isabella.”

The sound of my name brings me out of my stupor. A warm, gentle hand cups the back of my head.

“Isabella.”

The fog thins, but only slightly. A rough thumb brushes over my cheek and I realize he’s wiping away a tear.

“Hey.” His voice echoes through my body and grounds me to the present moment. “Stay with me. You’re here now. You’re okay.” His other hand rubs between my shoulder blades and he leans down next to my ear again, letting my head rest on his strong shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

Despite everything, he was being so…nice to me. I know I told myself I wasn’t gonna fall for another alien alpha at the drop of a hat, but this side of him — the caring, protective nature that all alphas share — was honestly pretty hot.

And hot is what I am right now. Hot doesn’t even begin to cover it, honestly. I’m sweating and shaking; my mind’s going a million directions, trying not to think about the past but worrying about the present and afraid of the future and…

“Stop.” It’s a simple word, spoken with perfect clarity. In that single, precious moment, everything does stop for a fraction of a second. There’s just me and him, the weight of his fierce, demanding eyes boring into my own.

I soften in his arms and he’s there to hold me. Everything’s still a bit murky, but I’m glad he’s here with me. I can’t imagine what it would be like to go through this alone.

It was supposed to be Bjornick…

But it’s not, and now that he’s dead and gone, it will never be.

“Listen to me, Isabella.” Orri’s grasp is gentle but commanding. “When you are here with me, I won’t let anything happen to you. Focus on me. Before the night’s up, you won’t be able to think about anything but all the pleasure I’m going to give to you.”

My pussy clenches at the thought, and before I can spiral again, he leans down to cover my lips with his own.

Orri is surprisingly sweet and tender. His full lips caress my own with warm, wet kisses. His tongue runs along the seam of my lips and I gasp at the spike of desire that shoots down my spine. He, of course, uses this opportunity to use his tongue even more — and that’s when I realize that his tongue…isn’t like a human tongue.

It’s so much better.

His tongue flicks in and out of my mouth, exploring. With every thrust, his hips buck forward and I can feel his cock straining against his pants as it rubs against my stomach. I want to reach out and tear his pants off, but he’s got me pinned to the bed. He controls how far I can go.

Orri’s free hand goes under my ass and squeezes my plump, fleshy cheeks. I giggle a little and he grins against my skin. He pulls his tongue back and lets go of my ass so he can bite down on my lower lip. It’s a small bite, a warning. No, a promise.

My panties are already soaked through, and I know he can smell my arousal thick and heavy in the air. It only makes my heat stronger still, washing over me in waves. My mind goes blank when he reaches down to cup me through my ruined panties. Even the contact through the fabric sends a jolt of friction straight to my clit; I grind into him.

Fuck.

"Let's get you to bed," Orri rumbles, and I can't help but agree.

Though the lust in his expression is nothing short of primal, he treats me with such delicate care I find myself in awe of the juxtaposition. Harsh and violent. Soft and charming. Are all alphas like this?

Bjornick was incredibly sweet, but, well...

"Look at me." Orri interrupts my thought. It's like he's reading my mind. Like he saw me drifting into the past. Gentle hands caress my face and shoulders. Ever so carefully, he lays me back on the bed, covered now only with one of the fresh linens from the dresser. My hair splays out around me, and as I lay there staring up at him, I don't feel threatened at all.

I actually feel wanted, and even though it's all because of the alpha and omega hormones, I'm going to hold on to this feeling for as long as I can.

"You're going to be okay," Orri assures me as he unbuttons my pants, gentler this time. He slips them down my legs and moves up to pull the half-unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders. This time I don't tense up, lifting my limbs to help him along. In a flash, I'm laying there in my underwear, and if the hungry gleam in his eye is any indication, that's not going to last long, either.

"You are so fucking beautiful," Orri growls, nuzzling his head between my breasts. His large hands run down my sides until they're gripping my wide hips. I've never been the skinniest girl, but Orri seems to revel in my softness. He digs his fingers into my curves and grinds his hard-on against my clit through my damp panties.

"Please, Orri," I whimper, arching my back. This maddening heat spirals further, coming to an inevitable crescendo, and if I don't have him in and on me right now , maybe I really will go crazy. I buck my hips up toward him wantonly, my breaths coming out in little gasps. "Please don't stop. Please don't make me wait anymore. Please..." I pant. "Alpha..."

That seems to do the trick. With a lustful growl, Orri rips the thin fabric of my panties straight though, leaving them discarded in shreds on the floor. My bra comes off next, and finally I'm bare before him. There's just one more thing.

My eyes widen as Orri shucks off his pants. The monster bulge that I saw from outside his pants doesn't do justice to the real monster within. Thick, veiny, and just as gold as the rest of him, Orri's cock stands at full mast. A shining bead of pre-come dribbles from the tip, and I can't think about anything but how badly I want to taste it. Taste him.

He moves from my lips to my throat, my collarbone, my chest. I arch my back when he gives each nipple a swipe of his rough tongue, but he keeps going lower. A strong hand spreads my thighs, and I’m wetter than I’ve ever been.

“Mmm,” Orri does that rumbling thing in his chest again, and before I can react, he buries his face between my thighs. Instant, mind-breaking pleasure shoots up my spine as his talented tongue swirls my nub. He draws it into his mouth and sucks gently, continuing to flick at the tip. In the meantime, his fingers stretch my opening and gather my juices.

I throw my head back and moan, my mind finally blissfully blank. In the tsunami of sensations, there’s no more room for worry or fear or grief. In the moment there’s only me and him, and the rapturous pleasure we are creating together. Orri starts working his fingers in and out of me, curling upward just enough to hit —

And it hits all at once like a bolt of lightning. “Aaah, I’m gonna—fuck, Orri!” My pussy clenches and throbs around his invading digits, hips and spine bucking of their own accord. All I can hear are the sounds of his hungry growls, the wet sounds of his fingers plundering my cunt, and my own hoarse voice crying out for more.

Little by little, the world shifts and stabilizes. A portion — a tiny portion — of the urgent need is gone, but it’s going to take a lot more than that. I groan at the overstimulation of his tongue still on my clit, gently pulling tapping on his shoulder. He looks up, face covered with my cum, and licks his lips. I’ve never seen a more satisfied look on a man.

“Need…” My mind’s so blissed out from the orgasm, the words float just outside my awareness.

“I’ve got you,” Orri promises me. “Can you roll over for me?”

That, I can do. I bonelessly roll over in bed, letting Orri move my limbs where he needs them. One hand bracing on my stomach and the other on my legs, he moves me onto my hands and knees. My legs quiver, still weak from the orgasm, but I know what’s coming next.

I’ve had a mind-blowing orgasm, I’m wetter than Niagara Falls, and he’s been stretching me with his fingers, but a momentary fear still remains when I look at the sheer girth of him:

Will it even fit?

“Never fear,” Orri says, again with that uncanny knack of knowing how I feel. “You were made for this. Your body will take my cock beautifully. Just remember to breathe, and let me know if anything hurts.”

“Okay.” I lean forward so my face is buried in the pillows and my ass is still in the air. “Just…please. I need…” I wiggle my butt at him, only one thought still remaining in my lust-crazed mind:

Breed. Breed. Breed.

A shadow passes over the bed as Orri’s huge form looms over me, and I feel the hot, heavy tip of his cock press against my folds. He sinks in little by little, stretching me far past beyond what I thought possible. To my surprise, it doesn’t hurt. The stretch is more of a pressure, a tightness like a coiled spring. And I know that when I come again, all that pressure will release at once, echoing out through my body in tremor after tremor.

“Yessss,” Orri draws out in a long sigh. “Fuck, that feels good.” He runs a hand over the small of my back, his other still on my hips. “Are you all right?”

“Mhm,” I moan, muffled, into the pillows.

“Good,” Orri rasps, his voice taking on that primal edge once more. “You’re going to want to hold on tight.”

And with that, he pulls out and pushes into me, filling me impossibly in one fell swoop. It’s nothing like the first thrust, which was an exploratory invasion, inch by inch.

This was a claiming .

The sheer force of it makes me cry out, hands fisting into the sheets while he uses my hips for leverage. Each thrust stokes the flames, but cools the burn. It’s only a pleasant, comforting warmth now. My whole body simmers and tingles with something beyond just desire. I almost feel…safe? Is this how omegas always feel around an alpha?

But as his thrusts speed up and he’s grunting and clawing and groaning, I can’t think of anything else but him. His cock. His hands. His voice is getting deeper and deeper, making my toes curl…

The tension breaks at last and my orgasm rushes through me, finally releasing all that built up desire and need. Wave after wave of clenching, throbbing pleasure races through me. Tears well up and fall, and I’m crying into the pillow because of the relief and how good it feels.

“Ah, shit, I’m gonna—!” Orri’s body moves in tandem with mine, gripping tighter than ever, but just as he’s about to come, he pulls out with a roar and I feel his release splattering over my sweaty back.

Wait. That doesn’t fit. He was supposed to…

My formerly sated, comfortable omega instincts flare up. What was going on? Why didn’t he finish inside of me?

Did he change his mind? Did I do something wrong?

I can’t dwell on it too much in my current state, though. The burning ache of the heat has dissipated at last. My limbs are jelly, my hair wild and tangled. My skin is slick with sweat and cum, but right now, all I want to do is sleep. The stress and emotional high of recent events finally wears off, and I curl into him, closing my eyes.