3. Chapter 3 - Onyx
I can't fucking believe what's happening. Her scent hits me like a truck—sweet and ripe, like summer fruit ready to be devoured. My wolf claws at my insides, demanding I claim her right here against the wall.
Dahlia's eyes widen. "What? No, that's not possible. I'm human. I've always been human."
"Apparently, you're not." I take a step back, trying to create distance between us before I do something I'll regret. "Your body is changing. I can smell it."
She slides down the wall until she's sitting on the floor, then she wraps her arms around her knees.
"What's happening to me?" Her voice shakes and sweat beads along her hairline.
"Fuck, how do I explain this?" I run a hand through my hair, pulling it loose from its tie. "Well, it seems you're a recessive Omega. Some humans carry shifter genes without knowing it. They stay dormant until..."
"Until what?" she demands, her cheeks flushed pink.
"Until they're exposed to compatible Alpha's pheromones. Someone like me." The guilt crashes over me. I came here for help, and instead, I've triggered something that will change her life forever. "I'm sorry. This is my fault."
She shakes her head frantically. "That doesn't make sense. I've been around shifters before. I work with shifter blood samples every day."
"It's not just any shifter. It must be..." I hesitate, not wanting to say the words that will make this real. "It has to be someone your body recognizes as a potential mate."
"Mate?" She laughs, but it sounds more like a sob. "That's insane. I don't even know you."
"Your body doesn't care." I hold out my hand. "Come on, you need to lie down. This is only going to get worse."
She stares at my hand for a long moment before taking it. The moment our skin touches, electricity shoots up my arm. She gasps, feeling it too.
"Oh god," she whispers.
I help her to her feet, and she stumbles against me, her body hot even through her clothes. I guide her to the living room, keeping my touch as clinical as possible despite my wolf howling to pull her closer.
"Sit," I say, leading her to the couch. "I'll get you some water."
She collapses onto the cushions, her breathing shallow. "I don't understand any of this."
I kneel in front of her, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not the way her nipples have hardened against her thin shirt. "Your body is going into heat. It wants to mate."
"Heat? Like an animal?" Her eyes flash with anger through the haze of arousal. "I'm not an animal."
"Neither am I," I growl, then immediately regret my tone when she flinches. "Sorry. But this is natural for our kind. Your body is preparing itself to bond with an Alpha."
"I don't want to bond with anyone!" She presses her palms against her eyes. "Make it stop."
"I can't." I stand up, needing distance from her scent. "I'm going to get you some water. Try to... try to stay calm."
I escape to her kitchen, gripping the edge of the counter so hard I hear the laminate crack.
My cock is painfully hard, straining against my jeans.
Her scent follows me, growing stronger by the minute.
I grab a glass from her cabinet and fill it with cold water, trying to focus on the simple task and not the primal need to return to her side.
When I walk back into the living room, I nearly drop the glass.
Dahlia has stripped down to her bra and panties, her clothes scattered on the floor. Her skin glistens with sweat, and her dark curls stick to her neck and forehead. The black lace of her underwear stands out against her pale skin, and I can see the wet spot forming between her thighs.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, my mouth going dry.
"It's so hot," she moans, arching her back. "I can't stand it."
I set the water down on the coffee table with a shaking hand. "You need to put your clothes back on."
"No." She kicks them further away. "Everything hurts. My skin is on fire."
I force myself to look away, but her scent is everywhere, clouding my judgment. "Drink the water. I'll get a cool rag and a bowl of water. It might help bring your temperature down."
"Hurry," she whispers, her hands moving restlessly over her stomach.
I practically run to the bathroom, turning on the cold tap and filling a bowl.
I grab a washcloth and soak it, wringing it out before heading back.
I need to keep it together. She doesn't understand what's happening to her body.
Taking advantage would make me no better than the animals humans think we are.
"This will help," I say, more to convince myself than her. "Just try to—"
The words die in my throat.
Dahlia lies completely naked on the couch, her bra and panties now tossed aside.
Her hands move over her body. One is pinching and rolling her nipple between her fingers, the other is buried between her thighs.
Her back arches off the cushions as her fingers work inside herself.
The sound of her wetness is audible in the quiet room.
"Oh fuck," she moans, her eyes closed in pleasure. "It's not enough."
I stand frozen, the bowl clutched in my hands, unable to look away. She adds another finger, fucking herself deeper, her thumb circling her clit. Her thighs tremble, and I can see how wet she is, her arousal is fucking glistening on her fingers and thighs.
My control snaps like a twig.
I drop the bowl, and the water splashes across the hardwood floor. The crash makes her eyes fly open, and she looks directly at me, her fingers never stopping their movement.
"Please," she begs, her voice breaking. "I need... I need..."
A growl tears from my throat, primal and possessive. I stalk toward her, my body moving of its own accord.
I hover over her, my hands braced on either side of her head. Her scent engulfs me, sweet and musky and irresistible. My cock throbs painfully, demanding release.
"Say it again," I demand, my voice barely human. "Beg me."
Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire.
"Please," she whispers, reaching up to touch my face. "Please, Onyx. I need you."
I can't hold back anymore. Her plea breaks the last thread of my control.
"Fuck," I growl, lowering my body to hers.
My mouth crashes against hers, swallowing her gasp. Her lips are soft and hot, and she opens immediately for me. I slide my tongue against hers, tasting her desperation. She moans into my mouth, her hands clutching at my shoulders, pulling me closer.
I break away to kiss down her jaw and neck, breathing in her scent directly from the source. My teeth graze the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and she arches against me.
"Oh god," she pants, digging her nails into my back through my shirt.
"Not god," I murmur against her skin. "Just me."
Her laugh turns into a moan as I move lower, trailing kisses between her breasts. I cup one in my hand, feeling its weight, then I brush my thumb across her hardened nipple. She whimpers, pushing her chest up, begging without words.
I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Her back bows off the couch, and she cries out, her hands flying to my hair to hold me against her. I flick my tongue over the sensitive peak, then graze it with my teeth.
"More," she demands.
I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand continues to knead the first. Her skin tastes like salt and something my wolf recognizes as mine .
"You're so fucking beautiful," I tell her, looking up at her flushed face. Her eyes are half-closed, lips parted, and her hair wild around her head.
My hand slides down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump under my touch. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I find her soaking wet, her arousal coating the insides of her thighs.
"Look how wet you are," I say, circling her entrance with my finger. "All this for me?"
"Yes," she hisses, lifting her hips to chase my touch. "Please, don't tease me."
I slide one finger inside her, and her walls clench around me immediately. She's tight and hot and perfect. I add a second finger, stretching her gently.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she chants, moving her hips in rhythm with my hand.
I curl my fingers, searching for that spot inside her, and when I find it, her reaction is immediate and intense. Her entire body tenses, her back arching sharply off the couch.
"There!" she cries out. "Right there!"
I press harder, moving my fingers faster, and within seconds, she's coming, her inner walls pulsing around my fingers, her thighs shaking. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as the orgasm tears through her.
"That's it," I encourage her, working her through it. "Let go for me."
She collapses back onto the couch, chest heaving, but I'm not done with her yet. Her scent has intensified, and it's driving my wolf crazy with need. I withdraw my fingers, and she whimpers at the loss.
"Shh," I soothe her. "I'm going to make you feel good again."
I move down her body, settling between her thighs. I spread her legs wider, exposing her completely to my gaze. Her pussy is swollen and shiny, her entrance still clenching from her orgasm.
"Look at this pretty pussy," I murmur, blowing gently on her sensitive flesh. She shivers, and she fists her hands in the couch cushions. "I'm going to taste every inch of you."
"Please," she begs, lifting her hips toward my mouth.
I lower my head and lick a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit. Her taste explodes on my tongue. It's sweet and tangy and addictive. I groan against her, the vibration making her gasp.
"You taste so fucking good," I tell her, before diving back in.
I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue, then sucking it between my lips. Her hands find my hair again, holding me in place as she grinds against my face. I slip two fingers back inside her, pumping in time with my tongue.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chants, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm going to come again."
I increase the pressure, curling my fingers inside her while sucking harder on her clit. She comes with a scream this time, her thighs clamping around my head. Her pussy squeezes my fingers rhythmically and I work her through it, easing up when she becomes too sensitive.
When I finally lift my head, her eyes are glazed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her body is covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair is plastered to her forehead. She's never looked more beautiful.
"More," she whispers, reaching for me. "I need you inside me."
My cock throbs painfully in my jeans at her words. I stand up and quickly undo my belt, pushing my pants and boxers down just enough to free myself. My cock springs out, hard and ready, the head already leaking with pre-cum.
Dahlia's eyes widen when she sees it, and she licks her lips. "Fuck," she breathes, spreading her legs wider in invitation.
I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock through her wetness. She whimpers, trying to push down onto me, but I hold her hips still.
"Are you sure?" I ask, needing to hear it one more time. Even with my control hanging by a thread, I need to know she wants this.
"Yes," she says, looking directly into my eyes. "I need you to fuck me, Onyx. Now."
That's all I need to hear. I push forward, entering her in one slow thrust. We both groan as I fill her completely. She's tight around me, her walls gripping my cock like a vice.
"Fuck, you're so tight," I grit out, fighting the urge to come immediately. "So perfect."
I start moving, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Each stroke sends pleasure shooting up my spine. My wolf howls with satisfaction at finally claiming her.
"Harder," she demands, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me deeper. "Fuck me harder."
I increase my pace, driving into her with more force. The couch creaks beneath us, but I don't care. All I care about is the woman beneath me, and the way she takes everything I give her and asks for more.
"You like that?" I growl, snapping my hips against hers. "You like my cock filling you up?"
"Yes," she moans, as she rakes her nails down my back. "Don't stop."
I reach between us to rub her clit, and she cries out. I can feel her building toward another orgasm. Her breathing is becoming more erratic, and her moans are higher pitched.
"Come for me again," I command, circling her clit faster. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
Her body obeys, and she shatters around me. Her pussy pulses, milking my cock, and I can't hold back any longer. My orgasm crashes over me, and I pull out just in time to pump myself as I spill onto her belly with a guttural groan.
"Fuck, Dahlia," I grunt as I release, my body shuddering with the force of it.