22. Calliope #2
Suddenly, he rips my hand from his pants, and I think I've done something wrong.
He grabs my other hand and pins them both above me and under one hand.
I'm about to protest when he skims a hand into the V of my sweater dress and my bra, and tweaks my nipple most deliciously.
My eyes fall closed. Seth nips along my shoulder and neck while his hand moves from my breast down to my inner thigh and up, teasing my folds through the material of my leggings.
It isn't nearly enough, and I'm mewling in need.
He lets out a breathy chuckle. I feel the hand that was tweaking my nipple come up to brush the stray hairs from my face.
I'm flat on my back, face toward the dome ceiling, eyes having fluttered closed.
Only wanting to experience the sensation of his touch.
"Open your eyes, Precious," he whispers in my ear. Reluctantly, I do. He's moved to the side and I'm looking straight up at the stars. The sight above us takes my breath away.
"This is your surprise, Precious," he says, his voice smooth as a water worn stone.
Above us, the sky has lit up. A throng of colors sweeps across the velvety darkness of the night.
They swirl together in an electrifying display of color.
The northern lights sway across the starlit sky like waves against a shore.
They splash into one another in a mesmerizing motion.
I gasp, my breath catching in my throat, overwhelmed by the ethereal beauty.
The colors shimmer and twinkle and if I didn't understand the science behind it, I'd believe it was nothing short of pure magic.
The lights illuminate the world around us in an otherworldly glow.
My heart races at the sheer wonder of it.
If I'd ever kept a bucket list, this moment would have topped it.
I turn my head to glance at Seth, who's still firmly holding my hands with his.
My heart swells at the sight of him. He's captivated, his eyes wide.
But he's looking at me. There's a softness in his gaze, an expression of pure wonder that makes me feel cherished.
Before I can say anything, he lets go of my hands and slides down my body, taking my leggings and lace panties with him.
As he climbs back up, he trails kisses along my inner thighs.
He pauses before reaching the apex of my thighs.
"Like I said, the bed is for comfortable viewing. This beach is fairly secluded, and I don't see people down here often, but it's not gated off. Would you rather—"
"No," I breathe, cutting him off. I rip my eyes from the lights to look down at him.
His eyes are pinpricks in the night, and I can see his outline between my thighs by the pale of the silver moon.
I'm not often sure of things, but I'm sure I'll die disappointed if I don't have Seth right now.
I still feel nervous about everything but my omega isn't nervous about anything when it comes to these alphas.
She wants them and that need is bolstering my own need for Seth.
The flash of teeth in the dim light tells me he's smiling that wide grin.
He closes the distance between us. This isn't coy or teasing.
He licks me all the way up my slit, encircling my clit with his mouth and sucking.
I buck off the sheets, trying to simultaneously get him to give me more and to get away from him.
"Eyes on the sky," he growls. I do as he says.
His tongue slips down from circling my clit and plunges into my center.
I call his name and grab his hair, pulling him further into me.
"Seth, please," I beg through panted breaths.
He adds one finger and then another. Never breaking contact between his tongue and my clit.
Two hard swipes against my spot, and I'm screaming into the stars and lights while tumbling over the edge of an orgasm.
When it's done, he lifts himself onto his hands and knees and then sits back on his heels.
His eyes skim over me in the dim light and I feel like I'm made of stars with how he gazes at me. A strangled whine escapes my lips.
Without warning, he grabs my hips and flips me over so that I'm on my stomach.
He takes both my wrists in his with one hand, and pulls my bottom half into a kneeling position, putting my ass in the air on display for him while my face is firmly pressed into the sheets.
My right cheek supports much of my weight while I breathe deeply.
This was why he'd asked me those questions in my cottage.
So that he knew if I would be okay with this.
He's taking charge like I love. My omega whines in need, and I'm breathing heavily.
Slick runs down my thighs, and I perfume so hard.
It's a wonder we can breathe in this bubble.
The idea that anyone could come onto the beach and see this just adds to the excitement.
The hand not holding my wrists together smoothes up the bare curve of my ass. "Do you like to be spanked, Precious?" Seth asks. I nod. I think I do, at least. I like it in books.
A sharp smack echoes across the igloo, and I hear it before I feel its bite. I perfume and gush with slick. There's no question now. I definitely like to be spanked.
"I need to hear your words," Seth's says. I swallow and seriously consider not answering. But I really want to see where this goes, and I'm afraid he'll stop if I disobey too much.
"Yes," I confess. Another sharp smack on the opposite cheek.
"Louder," he demands.
"Yes!" I practically shout. He smooths his warm hand over the skin he's just reddened.
"Have you ever taken an alpha cock?" The question is both electrifying and mortifying. As an omega, the obvious answer should be yes, except I never have. Apparently, my answer is taking too long for my alpha's liking, because I receive another sharp slap. This time lower on my ass.
"No," I confess in a voice less than a shout this time, but more than my whispered first reply.
"So," Seth says, his usual laughing, teasing voice turns low and somewhat menacing. It sends a thrill straight to my core. "This tight little pussy has never had a knot?"
"No," I answer immediately, and am disappointed when I don't receive a smack. What's wrong with me? My disappointment soon abates when I feel two fingers dive into my warmth and twist. They curve to hit the spot inside me that makes my eyes cross.
"Are you protected?" he asks. My brain fog makes it hard to decipher English and I barely understand what he's talking about.
"An omega IUD," I confirm. Omega IUDs are practically their own steel shield. With how fertile omegas are, they have to be.
"Do you think we should practice for any potential heats? Or would you like to wait for that particular step?" he asks.
My brain's short-circuiting. Not only is he hitting that delicious spot inside of me, he's also rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb. All while he holds my hands together with his other hand. The man literally has all of my pleasure in one hand.
Seth's fingers leave me, and I receive another sharp slap to my ass. The quick transition from pleasure to pain is knee shaking.
"I forgot the question," I admit. He chuckles, and the sound slides down my spine.
"Knot. Yes or no?" he simplifies. As he says it, I feel the head of his cock slide through my folds. Gathering the slick there. He lines himself up with my entrance. I want to push back on him. To surprise him for once. But his hand is still holding both of mine.
"Yes," I breathe desperately. And with that consent, he begins pushing inside of me.
"You will tell me to stop if you don't like what I'm doing," he barks, and I know he's lost control. The bark ensures that I'll obey. Omegas can't resist an alpha bark. Obedience rushes through me, moving me closer to the edge of bliss.
The bedroom is the only place where barks at omegas are considered appropriate, and Seth handled his well.