4. Chapter 4 – Dahlia
" Fuck, Dahlia," Onyx grunts as he releases, his body shuddering with the force of it.
I'm floating, completely untethered from reality as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
My body feels both hollow and impossibly full at the same time.
I've never experienced anything like this, and I'm not even close.
It's like every nerve ending in my body has been rewired to experience pleasure at maximum capacity.
When Onyx starts to pull away, I whimper and tighten my legs around him.
"No," I whisper, reaching for him. "Don't go. I still want you."
A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. His eyes glint in the dim light, looking more animal than human.
"I'm not done with you yet," he says, his voice a deep rumble that I feel in my bones. "Not even close."
Before I can respond, he flips me over with startling ease. His hands grip my hips and pull me up until I'm on my knees, my ass is in the air, and my face is pressed against the cushions.
"Oh," I gasp, surprised by the sudden change in position. I've never been handled so effortlessly before.
"Is this…okay?" he asks, his hand running down my spine in a surprisingly gentle caress.
"Yes," I breathe, arching my back to push my ass higher. "Please."
I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance again. Despite already coming twice, I'm still wet and ready for him. My body craves him in a way that defies logic or reason.
"Look at you," he growls, sliding his cock through my folds, teasing me. "So eager for more. Your pretty pussy is dripping for me."
I moan into the cushion. I am beyond embarrassed now. He's right. I am eager, desperate even. This heat burning through me hasn't diminished at all. If anything, it's grown stronger.
"Please," I beg, pushing back against him. "I need you inside me again."
He grips my hips harder, his fingers digging into my flesh as he positions himself. Then with one thrust, he fills me completely.
"Fuck!" I cry out, my fingers clawing at the couch. He feels even deeper in this position, and he is hitting places inside me that make stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Fuck," he groans, holding still for a moment. You feel so fucking good."
Then he starts moving, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust drives me forward, my breasts dragging against the rough fabric of the couch. The friction against my sensitive nipples adds another layer to the overwhelming sensations.
"You take my cock so well," he says, as he increases his pace. "Like you were made for me."
His words send a thrill through me that I don't want to examine too closely. Right now, all I care about is the delicious friction of his cock sliding in and out of me, the way his hands grip my hips, and the sound of our bodies slapping together.
"Harder," I demand, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me harder."
He obliges, pounding into me with such force that I must brace myself against the arm of the couch to keep from being driven forward. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and my increasingly loud moans.
"That's it," he encourages. "Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."
"I can't… God…" I gasp, my voice breaking between moans.
"Every time you move, it’s like…I can’t breathe. Please, don’t stop… I need you. I need all of you." I clutch at him.
"You have me. Completely. Do whatever you want…I want it. "He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back as he continues to thrust. His lips find my ear, and he whispers, "You're mine now, Dahlia. My Omega."
Something about those words triggers something primal inside me. My inner walls clench around him, and I feel another orgasm building rapidly.
"I'm close," I pant. "So close."
One of his hands slides around to find my clit, rubbing it in tight circles that match the pace of his thrusts. The dual stimulation is too much.
"Come for me," he growls. "Let me feel that sweet pussy squeeze my cock."
"Oh... fuck, Onyx!" I cry as my body breaks apart. "I’m coming... I can’t stop!" My legs shake uncontrollably beneath him.
"It’s too much...oh God, it’s too much! I feel like I might pass out."
But Onyx doesn't stop. He continues pounding into me through my orgasm, prolonging it until the pleasure borders on pain.
"You're still going? I... I can't... but it feels so good... and it hurts so good." My voice is a mess of moans and breathless pleas.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Fuck no... don’t stop… I don’t want it to stop."
"Again," he growls, his pace becoming almost punishing. "I want to feel you come again."
"I can't," I sob, even as my body responds to his demand. "It's too much."
"You can," he insists, his fingers working my clit. "And you will."
He's right. Despite thinking I couldn't possibly come again, I feel another orgasm building. This one is different. It's deeper, more intense, starting somewhere at my core and radiating outward.
"Oh god," I moan, as the pressure builds. "What's happening to me?"
"You're mine," he repeats, his voice strained as if he's fighting his own release. "Say it. Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," I gasp, the words falling from my lips without thought. "I'm yours, Onyx."
“Oh my God… I’m gonna…” The words rip out of me just before everything explodes. “I’m coming!” I scream, my voice shattering as my body convulses under the force of it. “Shit…I’m so wet, I can’t stop!”
A gush of liquid floods from me, and I cry out again. “Did I just—fuck, I squirted…” I moan, half in shock, half in bliss.
Onyx growls behind me, his grip tightening on my hips. "Fuck...I’m gonna cum," he snarls, voice thick with need.
He pulls out fast, and I gasp at the sudden emptiness. "Stay just like that," he pants, jerking himself hard. "Let me see that perfect ass."
A beat later, he groans out a deep, animalistic sound and hot cum splashes across my lower back and my ass.
"Fuck… look what you do to me." he breathes, voice ragged.
He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the couch, his breath hot against my neck.
"Oh my god," I gasp, collapsing face-first onto the couch.
My entire body feels like jelly, and it's tingling with aftershocks that ripple through me with each breath. I've had orgasms before, but nothing-absolutely nothing-has ever felt like this. It's like every nerve in my body caught fire at once, then melted into pure bliss.
The burning heat that had consumed me is finally subsiding, leaving behind a pleasant warmth that spreads through my limbs.
"You, okay?" Onyx asks.
I can't even form words yet. I just make a sound that's somewhere between a moan and a laugh. My face is still pressed into the couch cushion, and I don't have the energy to move.
"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckles.
The couch shifts as he gets up. I hear him moving around, probably fixing his clothes. I should probably do the same, but my muscles refuse to cooperate. I'm completely spent.
With enormous effort, I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. My apartment looks different somehow, like I'm seeing it through new eyes. Or maybe I'm the one who's different now.
"Here," Onyx says, appearing beside me with a glass of water. "Drink this."
I push myself up on shaky arms and take the glass. The cool water feels amazing on my throat, and I drain it in seconds.
"Thank you," I say, my voice coming out hoarse. I must have been louder than I realized.
Onyx takes the empty glass and sets it on the coffee table before collapsing into my reading chair. He looks as exhausted as I feel, his long hair messed up from where I grabbed it, his shirt wrinkled and half-untucked.
"The heat seems to have broken," he says, studying me with those intense amber eyes. "For now, at least."
"For now?" I echo, pulling a throw blanket over my naked body. "You mean this could happen again?"
"Omega heat cycles typically last three to five days," he explains, as if discussing the weather. "The intensity comes in waves."
I let that sink in. Three to five days of this? I'm not sure I'd survive.
"But I'm not..." I start, then stop. After what just happened, I can't exactly deny what I am anymore. "How is this possible? I've been around shifters for years. Why now?"
"Some Omegas don't present until they meet a compatible Alpha," Onyx says. "Or until they're under extreme stress. You've had both tonight."
I laugh, but it comes out bitter. "So, breaking into my apartment and telling me my life is in danger triggered some dormant shifter gene? Great."
"I didn't know this would happen," he says, looking genuinely apologetic. "I suspected you might be a recessive carrier, but I didn't think you'd present so suddenly or so... intensely.
I pull the blanket tighter around me, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "So, what happens now?"
Onyx runs a hand through his hair, looking troubled. "Now we figure out who broke into your lab and why they want your research."
Right. The lab break-in. With everything that happened, I almost forgot about it. Almost.
"And we also need to figure out what's happening to me," I add. "Because I refuse to believe I'm suddenly a shifter after thirty-two years of being completely human."
"You were never completely human," Onyx says. "You just didn't know it yet."
I open my mouth to argue, but I'm interrupted by the buzz of my phone. It's somewhere on the floor, probably fallen out of my pocket when I was tearing off my clothes.
"I'll get it," Onyx says, spotting it under the coffee table.
He bends down to retrieve it, and I can't help but admire the way his jeans stretch across his ass. Even after everything we just did, I still feel a flutter of desire. What is wrong with me?
Onyx straightens up and glances at my phone screen before handing it to me. A small smirk plays on his lips.
"Popular tonight, aren't you?" he says.
I take the phone and see a text message from an unknown number. My heart skips a beat as I read it:
Don't bite more than you can chew.