Chapter 74
Lucy
I’d always known my hormonal condition meant my omega was more intense than average, but I hadn’t realized how much since I’d been on suppressants for so long.
Now, as I whined when Wilder walked three feet away from me to the kitchen pantry, there was no hiding it. I hopped off the counter and plastered myself against his back.
“Sweetheart.” He gently turned me so I was hugging his chest. “I’m not leaving.”
I knew that, but my omega wasn’t as reasonable.
“I’m sorry. I know I’m being crazy.”
He lifted me against his chest, one hand supporting my ass while the other grabbed the ingredients he needed. “You’re not crazy. I always want to be touching you. I just need to figure out how to do that while still taking care of you.”
“It’s fine. You can put me down on the counter.”
He chuckled. “Oh yeah?” He released his hold on me and I stayed exactly where I was, my arms and legs wrapped around him.
“I’ll let go,” I said. “Anytime now.”
His arms were around me again, squeezing me tight to his chest. “I have an idea.”
I kept my face buried in his neck as he carried me outside to his truck, grabbed something, and headed back to his bedroom.
“You’ll have to let go of me, but just for a few minutes.” He laid me down on the bed and I reluctantly loosened my hold.
“What is that?”
He was holding a tangle of…something.
“These are rock-climbing harnesses. I keep them in my truck for Mountain Rescue.”
I scrunched my nose. “Umm…do you not remember how we met? Me and the outdoors don’t get along.”
He grinned. “It’s not for rock climbing.”
“What’s it for?”
He stripped off my clothes—not that there was much to take off since I was just wearing one of his sweatshirts like a dress. “I’m going to put you in this harness and attach it to straps around my body so I can stay inside you all day long while still having my hands free.”
His fingers dug into my ass, the slight sting grounding me because what the fuck had he just said?
He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for my response. This was unhinged. Excessive. Ridiculous.
“Yes, let’s do that.”
He grinned, but there was a slight thread of anxiety in the bond. My alpha was still a little hesitant around me, but I didn’t take it personally. Every day he grew more confident that he would never hurt me. But sometimes, he needed a little push.
I stood and took the smaller harness from him. “What do I do with this?” The straps were black and in a complicated configuration, and I had no idea how to put it on. Luckily, I didn’t have to figure it out because a loud growl tore through Wilder’s chest.
He cupped my pussy, using his grip to lift me off the ground. I let out a cry at the delicious pressure.
“You are pure temptation. You want to be strapped to my chest, sweetheart? Split open on my cock as I go about my day, unable to get down until I decide I’m done with you?”
Slick gushed from me, drenching his hand and my inner thigh.
“I want it. I want you. I trust you, alpha.”
“My good girl,” he murmured against my hair before he lowered me to the floor. In a frantic rush, he stripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans so his cock sprang free.
He stepped into the large harness. The straps encircled his thighs and wrapped across his chest. Once he was done, he dropped to his knees in front of me.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He pressed a kiss to my pussy. “So sweet. So perfect.”
He guided my feet through two loops, adjusting the nylon straps around my waist. I was so turned on I could barely stay standing, especially when he tightened straps around my chest that framed my breasts.
I could still move freely, but each strap pressing against my skin was a tantalizing reminder of how much he owned me.
“Anything pinching?” He tugged on the harness, checking the fit.
I shook my head.
He ran a thick finger through my pussy lips, gathering up slick before he sucked it off. “I fucking love seeing you tied up for me. I should keep this on you always as a reminder of who you belong to.”
I rocked forward, desperate for friction. My skin felt electric.
“Except I’ll add a crotch rope. It will go straight through your pretty little cunt lips, rubbing against your clit every time you move.
The perfect reminder to be a good girl for me when we can’t be together.
But today”—his huge hands gripped my thighs and lifted me so I was pressed against his chest—“we have other plans.”
He sat on the bed and moved me so I was straddling him.
He used a series of carabiners to attach various points of our harnesses together until I could barely move.
My front was plastered to his bare chest, my legs wrapped around him.
I clutched at his shoulders when he stood, but we were securely attached together.
I felt like a doll, completely at his mercy. My pussy clenched, aching with how empty I felt. “I need you. Please, alpha, please.”
“I fucking love hearing you beg. Are you desperate for my cock, little omega?”
“Yes.” I wiggled, trying to maneuver him inside me, but I was helpless. He chuckled but finally had mercy on me.
He grabbed my ass, pulling me away from him just enough to press his cock to my entrance.
He loosened his hold on my hips, and gravity did the rest. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I cried out at the way his thick cock stretched me.
My breaths came fast as I tried to adjust to the pressure and sting.
I couldn’t shift, couldn’t move. All I could do was take him.
Wilder wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled, the spark of pain intensifying my need. His eyes were black as rut creeped over him. I ground myself against him, trying to get the friction I needed to come.
“Look at you, struggling to take my cock. Think of how much fuller you’ll be when I stuff that tight pussy with my knot, too.”
Oh god. I couldn’t take more, but I needed more.
“Relax your sweet little cunt for me.” He started gently bouncing me, each movement rubbing against my clit. I was crying and babbling nonsense as his knot pressed against my entrance.
“That’s it. My little toy. You’re so fucking perfect.” His hand came down on my ass and it pushed me over the edge.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck as I screamed my release, battered by waves of pleasure.
He thrust up and his knot slipped inside me, immediately swelling beyond anything I’d experienced.
It pressed against all my pleasure spots until I was coming again.
By the time the haze cleared, Wilder was rubbing my back as he murmured soothing words.
“Such a good girl for me. Letting your alpha use you how he needs.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. At least he was breathing hard, or I would have been insulted that he wasn’t as wrecked as I was.
When he started walking, I tensed at the new sensations rocking through me. His knot shifted inside me with every movement, and I sobbed from the intense pleasure.
He patted my ass as he headed into the kitchen. “Now it’s time to make my girl breakfast.”