Chapter 2
Avery
Well, my day had taken the best turn.
Somehow, what had started with going on a boring overnight business trip had turned into crawling into the back of my Mercedes with the most stunning omega I had ever seen.
When I’d seen her on the edge of the road, bent over her door with scraps of tire all over the road, I knew I had to stop and see if she was all right.
Roadside assistance was on the way now, thanks to an app my anal-retentive pack mate had made me install for emergencies. Now all we had to do was wait.
Part of me had expected the typical damsel.
After all, she looked very much like the usual LA Pilates girl, in a skintight pink tank top, leggings that clung to her ass spectacularly, and blonde hair piled up into a high ponytail that had my hands itching to tug it.
Instead of a damsel, I got a sassy and witty omega who smelled like peonies and pure sex.
When was the last time an omega had been that intoxicating to me?
This little blonde bombshell was fucking perfection.
My intention had been to act like a gentleman: help her with her tire and send her on her way. Not that I had much experience changing tires, and hadn’t done so since I was a teen, but maybe the skill was like riding a bike and I just needed to start doing it?
I was only a mere mortal, though, and wasn’t about to turn down the proposition she’d offered me. I could have sworn the heavens opened up and angels started singing at the suggestion I get my hands on her.
Yes. Yes, please.
The omega pushed me toward my car, and for a moment, I cursed the fact that I hadn’t driven the G-wagon so we’d have more room for fun-time activities.
“A-are you sure you want to?” Why was I questioning her? I must have been a very special kind of idiot to hesitate while this stunner stood in front of me.
“If you’re not up to it, that’s okay,” she said sweetly. “I can always take care of myself instead.”
Oh no. Absolutely not.
I refused to have her doubting my manliness and ability to fuck.
A low growl escaped my chest as I pulled her into the car after me. She sat on top of me, her pussy pressed against my hard cock.
Had I died and gone to heaven?
Tangling my fingers in her ponytail, I dragged her to me, devouring her lips. She tasted painfully sweet, an addictive flavor I could get lost in. The hand not already occupied drifted toward the lush curves of her ass that had tempted me out of my car only moments earlier.
Fuck, she had a spectacular ass.
I wanted to watch every gorgeous ripple while fucking her from behind.
Preferably while another member of my pack occupied her mouth.
What could I say? Sharing was caring, and my pack loved to share. Did she want a pack? Most omegas did, or at least that was the prevailing theory. Maybe she was an exquisite anomaly and we’d have to convince her.
I didn’t even know this omega’s name, but I was rapidly becoming obsessed with her. Her hands frantically grappled with the hem of my shirt. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” she muttered against my lips.
I got the impression that if I didn’t get naked quickly, she would be ripping the clothes off my body.
Although that would be extremely sexy, I did have a lunch meeting and overnight visit to one of my buildings after this, and people would notice if my clothes had been mangled by a feral omega.
I’d be facing questions I couldn’t answer.
Yes, investors, I was railing the most perfect angel of an omega in my car while we waited for roadside assistance.
Her name? Don’t know that. Don’t know literally anything about her, beyond the fact that I want to get knot-deep in her and stay there for the rest of time.
Well, if she was going to occupy herself getting my shirt off, I may as well help her out.
Peeling up her tank top took some effort because that thing was tight.
She stopped me from taking it all the way off, just thrusting the fabric up so her glorious, magical, awe-inspiring tits burst free.
My brain melted out my ears, my lungs froze, and my heart was playing racquetball against my ribs.
Was this what a person felt like before they passed away from pure euphoria?
Tits like that should never be covered up. They were freaking works of art, and my mouth gravitated toward them, lightly biting down on one of the pert nipples. Her hiss was accompanied by a wave of the sweetest perfume.
“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’ll take things into my own hands,” she snarled, throwing her head back as I continued my worshiping.
Well, who was I to deny a pretty omega exactly what she wanted?
“In that case, omega, you’d better get those leggings off.” I unzipped my dress pants, lifting my hips so I could slide them and my underwear down, avoiding any delicate skin getting rubbed raw on the zipper. My cock sprang free easily.
The omega’s eyes widened when she glanced down.
I wasn’t one to brag—oh, who the fuck was I kidding?
I loved to brag. My cock was a considerable size, and most ladies loved the stretch.
While I lacked the fun metal accessories that one of my pack mates had, I did pretty damn well for myself.
I’d thought about getting some piercings, but I didn’t have the patience for how long I’d have to hold off on sex or giving myself a good time, which would be a recipe for disaster.
“Leggings off,” I instructed again, pleased as punch that she’d gotten distracted staring at my cock.
The omega practically dove into the space next to me, kicking off her shoes, then peeling down her leggings and underwear in one quick movement, tossing them in the direction of the driver’s seat.
Hopefully her sweet scent would linger there for a bit, because I wanted to keep it.
I was already mourning its loss, knowing I’d have to pick up some neutralizer before my meeting so I didn’t walk in smelling like I’d been slathered in omega pussy.
What a fucking shame that wasn’t socially acceptable.
Before I could even verbalize that thought, she was on top of me again, lining up my cock with her cunt.
Ideally, I’d have taken some time, maybe had a little taste—or a big taste, as I was pretty fucking fond of getting my head crushed by luscious thighs when my partner came—but this omega wanted what she wanted, and she wanted it now.
She tugged my hair with one hand, the other guiding my cock, her touch scalding hot and making my length twitch.
“Fuck me,” she growled before impaling herself on me.
My mind went blank as my cock was overwhelmed with her slick heat. My whole body bowed up, and my ability to breathe flew right out the window.
Holy fuck—when was the last time I’d been ready to blow from one thrust?
I needed to think of unsexy things, but that was impossible with a goddess bouncing on my cock.
Every sense was saturated with her, from the desperate mewls she made, to the sway of that blonde ponytail, to the rush of peony filling my lungs.
She still lingered on my lips but not enough.
“Jesus, fuck, omega.” My voice was strangled to the point I almost didn’t recognize it.
“Yes, fuck,” she agreed, bending down and nipping at my mouth, her hips never ceasing their mind-blowing movements. I filled my hands with her ass cheeks, trying to keep control of myself and failing miserably.
I bucked up sharply, purely for the pleasure of her gasp and the sway of those incredible tits. Her nails dug into my chest, the most perfect feral sound falling from her lips as I bucked again.
I didn’t mind her wanting control of the situation, because the lady on top was always a glorious thing, but I wanted to rock her world as much as she was rocking mine. What was the point of fucking if you couldn’t give your partner an experience to remember?
The clench of her pussy would be my undoing. How was I supposed to be a functional human being when she felt like that? I was already drunk on her peony scent and well on my way to spilling, despite my best efforts.
I growled and captured her mouth again, desperate to taste her. My room to maneuver wasn’t ideal, but I was determined to make this goddess come in my arms. If the way her breathing shifted or the squeeze of her cunt was any indication, she was ready to lose it right along with me.
Each thrust into her depths nudged me closer to the edge.
I needed to get her off before that happened.
My knot would do the job, but that was a chump’s game.
Just because I could rely on it didn’t mean I wasn’t going to pull out a few tricks.
Plus, more orgasms were better than one.
I wanted her to come so hard she’d do that fucking precious thing omegas did where they melted all over you when they were sated.
I wedged my fingers between us so she could grind her luscious hips against my hand. She took immediate advantage of that invitation.
“That’s it, angel. You look so fucking incredible like this. Gonna come for me, gorgeous?”
She whimpered and dug her nails deeper into my chest, each pinprick of pain confirmation I was doing a good job. My angel rocked her hips with renewed vigor, and I started losing my grip on reality again.
My knot was already starting to expand. I wanted to lock her onto me, keep her close and force her to spend more time with me. I wasn’t usually so possessive, but fuck, I was willing to do anything to keep this goddess right where she was.
Our moans filled the car as we moved together.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I—fuck.”
The squeeze of her pussy and the frantic rush of her hips chasing her pleasure sent me into the damn stratosphere. Her whine as she came shot straight down my spine.
I was so fucking done for.
I cupped the back of her head so she didn’t whack it on the roof of the car when she rose up. A sweet blush swept down from her cheeks and over her chest.
She stilled, staring out the back window. “Shit,” she muttered, glancing down at me. “Roadside is here…”
“Already?” I asked in disbelief. No, I was so close.
My goddess smirked, resuming her movements, doubling down, bouncing on my cock with mind-blowing speed. Oh god. There went the brain melt again. I wasn’t proud of the pathetic sound I made, but she sure as shit seemed entertained by it.
“You’d better be a good boy and come for me right now.” She bent over and bit down on my earlobe.
The bite, combined with the roll of her hips and the threat of being caught in the act, did the trick. I exploded like a teenage boy seeing tits for the first time. My omega lifted her hips, drawing a whimper out of me. The heat of her surrounded my cock, but my knot was left out in the cold.
Cruel but understandable, given our situation.
What I would have given to knot her.
My mind was buzzing, my heart pounding so loudly, I struggled to hear anything else.
I was blissed out and slowly drifting back to earth, barely able to process that she dove off me, grabbing her leggings from the driver’s seat and giving me spectacular view of her recently fucked pussy.
My cum dripped out of her. If I’d been capable of it, rather than drained dry, I’d have come again just from seeing that.
I lay there stunned for a few moments, watching her pull on her clothing. When she kissed my cheek and grinned at me, I was still out of it.
“Good boy,” she whispered, kissing me one last time before straightening her clothes and sliding out of the car, acting like nothing had happened as she rushed to her car while roadside pulled to a stop in front of her vehicle.
I sat up enough to watch her, still dazed and with my cock throbbing, like it was begging to be back inside her.
She spritzed herself with something—presumably some de-scenter—and waved to the man who climbed out of the roadside assistance vehicle.
I should get out and make sure she’s safe.
Good luck to me convincing my knot to go down so I could fit my cock back into my pants, though.
Fucking hell. All I could do was helplessly watch through the window as her car was prepped to be towed, my angel disappearing into the passenger seat of the tow truck with a blown kiss through the back window in my direction.
Wait.
No.
That couldn’t be the end of this. I didn’t even know her name. How was I supposed to find her again?
The tow truck pulled away slowly, taking the possible love of my life with it.
“This is all your fault.” I squeezed my knot, as if I could will it to deflate so I could sprint after her.
I was pretty sure I’d get arrested if I tried that right now.
Indecent exposure was looked down upon, and I’d definitely be committing that if I went running after her with my cock flailing in the wind.
The tow truck turned the corner, my pink-dipped princess disappearing along with my hope.
Fuck my life.