Chapter Two #2
A light had switched off in him, the impish spark replaced by a dozy grin and a meek disposition.
I raked my nails against his scalp, and he melted into it.
He was fully absorbed in the trance, completely overtaken by heat, and I waited for that realisation to turn me off, to finally be my incentive to leave, but it didn’t.
It convinced me to stay.
Hooking my hands under his arms, I lifted him off the floor and carried him to the bed.
He lingered at the edge as I ripped off my shirt, spreading it out to mask the reek of the other Alphas clinging to the bed sheets.
A torrent of possessiveness was triggered in me, and I reached for the omega’s ankle, yanking him flat before crawling over him, boxing him in.
The urge to compete clawed at my insides, to breed and claim him in the blood of my competition and prove myself their superior.
The omega whined and bared his throat, sensing my agitation and instinctively hoping to soothe me with his submission and pheromones. The compulsion faded away, and I huffed a wry laugh.
It worked.
“Look at you,” I said, trailing my knuckles over the column of his neck, the cords flexing as he swallowed. “So soft and obedient. Where have your claws gone, kitten?”
I grazed the inside of my wrist over his scent gland, and with a contented sound, he nudged against the touch, blending our pheromones at the source.
My cock stirred again, enticed by the display—despite my slight disappointment that his impudence had dimmed.
He must have noticed, even in his altered state, attuned to an Alpha’s needs as his gaze fell and his hands snuck between us to wrap around my length.
The skin was already sensitive, and watching those thin fingers stroke from root to tip had me hard again in seconds, precum beading at the slit.
I fisted the bed sheets with my left hand and brought the other to my mouth, biting off the brace supporting my pointer and middle fingers before launching it across the bed.
The digits were stiff and uncomfortable, past damage rendering them without full range, but the desire to feel his skin without the barrier overpowered the ache.
“Your needy little cock hasn’t flagged a bit, has it?
” I remarked, palming the inner crease of his thigh, watching his prick twitch and leak against his belly in anticipation.
“You need to come again already, don’t you? ”
He neither confirmed nor denied, just tugged at my cock with more urgency, his knees splaying wider as if to guide my touch where he wanted it.
“Is your hole just as desperate, hm?” I traced the curve of his arse, thrilled to find his cheeks coated with slick.
“Fuck, you’re soaking the sheets. No wonder you had to fight off every Alpha who came in here.
They sensed how ripe you are and lost control, caved to their instincts and tried to take what they thought was theirs.
That’s why you choose to be sweet only for me, isn’t it?
Because I resisted.” I leaned in, mouth hovering above his ear, voice pitched to a deliberate rumble.
“Because I won’t give you what you need until you’re begging for it. ”
He shivered beneath me, as if my words had ricocheted through his entire body, seeping into his bones. “Please. Inside.”
My grin turned sharp. “Is that how you beg, omega? You can do better than that.”
He scrambled into a presenting position, face to the mattress as he balanced on his shoulders and reached back with both arms to spread his cheeks. “Need your knot ’nside me, Alpha.” The declaration was slurred, so drunk on lust he could hardly form the words, but his fervour made up for it.
I rose onto my knees to properly admire his efforts.
His hole was glistening, loose and puffy as if he’d already been fucked raw.
Yet from the scent of the viscous liquid trickling out of him, sweet and untainted—no one else had touched him.
“You’re gaping,” I observed, circling his rim with my fingers.
He clenched at the sensation. “Did you let other bastards in here before me? Test out every Alpha before settling on your favourite?”
He bit his lip and mewled as I pushed two digits inside, right to the knuckle.
He was so warm and soft and pliant, slipping in a third barely met with resistance.
It also soothed the dull pain in my joints.
I scoffed lightly. What use was heat therapy when sticking your fingers inside an omega did the same job?
The omega squirmed with impatience, rocking backward and taking what he needed. It only made me want to torment him more. “Did you fuck yourself with your fingers? Or was it a toy?” I asked, my free hand seizing his hip to still him. He whined. “Answer me.”
The pathetic sound stopped at the command in my voice, the tension in his body diffusing further. “F-fingers.”
I hummed. “And how many did it take to stuff your hole full and be ready for me?”
“Th—ngh. Th-three.”
I withdrew, spreading his slick over my cock as my other hand traced the dip in his spine, fingers enclosing around his nape and pinning him to the mattress. My length slipped easily between his cheeks, coating it in more wetness before the head notched against his hole.
I sank inside.
The omega cried out, his fingers flexing against his cheeks and legs folding inward at the knees, toes curling.
His hole tightened, a gush of slick seeping out around my cock.
He was so hot, so soft. He had taken all of me, his walls parting to accommodate, yet still moulding to my shape and clinging to every goddamn inch.
A groan vibrated in my chest, and a musky scent hit my nose.
“You’re coming already?” I scoffed, drawing back and punching my hips forward just to hear him sob. “Fuck. You really are a cock-hungry slut.”
He writhed with the aftershocks, and I didn’t bother waiting for them to abate.
With one hand still on his neck, and the other curled around his hip, I drove into him, over and over, jostling his body so hard his hands flew to the bed sheets, fisting the fabric for purchase.
It was primal and punishing. This wasn’t my first time inside an omega in heat, regrettably that experience had been forced on me when I’d presented, but it was the first time I didn’t hate every second of it. The opposite.
I wanted it.
More than was rational.
The threat of other Alphas hanging in the air, the omega begging for me .
. . I wanted to sheathe myself inside his silken heat and stay there, to spoil him for anyone else.
I had to shake off the haze, to stay in control.
I had to ignore the instinctive mantra—mate, breed, claim—but in this position, the arch in his back, the sight of his hole hugging me like a vice, made it damn near impossible.
My toleration of his scent was clouding my judgement, and worse, the base of my cock started to tingle, my knot priming to inflate. It stunned and captivated me in equal measure. It hadn’t happened with the others, nor had there been any impulse to lock in and do exactly what nature intended.
I wanted—
No.
With a frustrated snarl, I pulled out, flipping him onto his back and burying myself to the hilt before he could even whinge in protest. I braced my forearm on the mattress beside his head, tucking the other under his knee and shifting my weight forward to fold him in half.
My hips maintained their brutal pace, the bed frame creaking in tandem.
The omega latched onto the sheets again, the tendons in his arms bulging with the force.
His other leg curled around my back, using the leverage to tilt his arse so I reached deeper.
His dick was chubbing up again, and his pheromones were pervading the air between us, turning it hot, sticky, and dizzying.
I could taste it on my tongue.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging his head back, watching his lips part on a gasp.
They would taste sweet, speckled with traces of blood where he’d bit down too hard.
They looked soft. Plump. I swayed forward, my mouth a hair’s breadth away from touching his, sharing his breath, my chest mimicking the rise and fall of his. My lips matched the shape of his moans.
I jerked my head away, pressing my nose to his throat instead, and pounding him harder until he came on my cock like a good little bitch.
“Fuck.” I pulled out, his slick easing the glide as I stripped myself almost violently. The high was quick and sharp, and with a groan that wrenched from deep in my gut, I painted his flushed belly.
I sat back on my knees, catching my breath, letting the smog clear. Too close. I hadn’t expected my knot to form. I had to be more careful.
Vigilant.
My gaze locked onto the omega, absently appreciating the state I’d left him in.
He did look much more agreeable covered in my cum, but his expression was shifting into a reflection of pain and anguish, and my blood ran cold.
He whimpered, and a stench followed—pungent, stinging, and bitter—strong enough to make my eye water and my temples ache.
The unmistakable scent of an omega in distress.
Without hesitation, I blanketed him with my body and stuffed four fingers inside him. An involuntary noise reverberated in my throat, pacifying him. “You’re being sweet for me,” I hushed him, the compassion in my voice unrecognisable. Unpractised. “So sweet.”
“Please,” he begged, the word quivering on his tongue. His body knew what it needed, but I’d refused to give it to him. He felt rejected, and if he was left to wallow in a void of despair, he’d make himself sick.
“Settle,” I said, working another digit in between the others. Five. His hole was red and ruined, unsurprising given my overenthusiastic abuse of it. I speared my fingers, hooking and tugging to prepare him for more. “Let me in.”
I eased my hand out, and since I’d had enough sense to use my left, I tucked my fingers into a fist, before plunging back inside.
His throaty moan was enough encouragement to do it again.
It would imitate the fullness he craved.
It wasn’t the same as knotting, or even similar to a knotting toy, but with how possessively he clung to me, I couldn’t leave the bed to grab one.
It would give him some reprieve if I could reach deep enough.
His rim bunched around my wrist, taking it with ease, his body primed to accept whatever it was given.
I pushed down on his lower belly with my other hand, feeling the bump under my palm as my knuckles nudged his prostate, kneading at those nerves until his eyes crossed.
He held his breath, his walls clenching as his cock dribbled weakly, adding to the mess.
A feeble moan rumbled in his throat, his hole striving to suck me in deeper, to strangle the knot that wasn’t there and soothe the hollowness that pained him.
I couldn’t go any further.
“Breathe,” I encouraged, letting a hint of command tint my voice. “Don’t you want it deeper? Plugging you up so my cum stays inside? Come on.” I drifted closer, dragging my tongue over his mating gland.
A dirty trick.
“Be good for your Alpha.”