Chapter Seven #4
His knees folded toward his chest as he dragged the toy almost all the way out before plunging it back inside.
He hiccupped a low groan, performing the same motion over and over until he was at the pace he wanted.
Sloppy, quick, and rough. He wanted to be taken.
Mounted properly. Not a slow and steady fuck.
It wasn’t long before his breathing picked up speed.
He was straining to get it deeper, the muscles in the arm between his legs flexing with his effort.
With a grunt, he hauled his torso up just enough to prop himself onto his elbow.
His knees splayed wider, and he gritted his teeth as he glanced down, watching the toy move in and out of his hole as intensely as I was.
He changed the angle of his thrusts to reach further, and a guttural moan had his head lolling back again, his neck stretched. Arched.
On display to me.
My nails dug into the chair arms and I released a gust of my scent. It hit him seconds later, and his toes curled as he seized up, coming over his chest and belly with a shout.
An actual sound of satisfaction.
He flopped onto the bed, a boneless heap of sprawled limbs.
He was shivering, and the afterglow was lasting longer than the orgasm before.
But he wasn’t through it yet. There was barely a few minutes of reprieve before he started to whine faintly, his hand moving the toy inside him once again.
He squirmed in the sheets, rolling his head to the side so his dark eyes could find mine.
He looked dazed.
“Alpha . . .” he called, his free hand reaching out as if to beckon me forward, forgetting or uncaring of his earlier sentiment.
I shook my head. “You told me not to touch you.”
“Need your knot.”
“That’s what got us here in the first place.”
A spark simmered in his pupils, one I was familiar with. He fluttered his lashes, prying his legs wide again and biting his bottom lip. “Don’t you want me, Alpha?”
I snorted lightly. “Brat.”
I palmed my length, easing some of the pressure. He homed in on the movement.
“It’s not enough,” he said, though his arm sped up regardless. “Want your cock.”
I stayed put, resisting his taunts. His actions were stilted this round, as if his grip was uncomfortable, but he still managed to bring himself to the edge. His muscles were taut, his skin was soaked with sweat, and his moans took on a desperate lilt. He was close.
He tipped his head, his breath hitched . . .
Nothing happened.
“I can’t,” he wailed, his legs thrashing. He panted, no longer in the hovering state before ecstasy, and forced the toy into himself harder, chasing the sensation he’d lost. “Why?”
“Settle,” I commanded, my tone harsh. “Slow down or you’ll hurt yourself.”
He wasn’t listening.
A high-pitched whine pierced from his throat, making me wince. He sped up even more. The position was all wrong, and though his body could handle significant use in this state—with his pain receptors dulled—it would do no good for him to cause permanent damage.
He’d regret it later.
I strode over to the bed, climbing over him and gripping the bedsheets on either side of his head, boxing him in. I wasn’t touching him, not a single inch of me so much as grazed him. I emitted a rush of pheromones up close and snarled, “Slow. Down.”
He gasped, his eyes bugging. A shudder racked through him, and he heeded me, slowing his pace to a steady tug. I breathed through my nose, attempting to quell my irritation. He tipped his head back, offering me his throat.
I fisted the sheets tighter.
“Good,” I praised. He preened. “Nice and slow.”
He smelled even better without the distance between us. Rich, musky, and a note of sweetness. The sounds were also magnified—the wet squelching, the vibration of his moans—they blanketed me, seeping into my skin and refusing to let go.
My cock throbbed in my trousers, wetness already pooling at the tip. The omega’s gaze was on it, his lips quirking into a smirk. He reached out one-handed, aiming for my zip, but I rumbled deeply, “No.”
He huffed, his eyes lifting to my face, blazing with bratty intent. “I need it.”
“I know,” I said. “But you don’t want it. Not really.”
He groaned, his thighs starting to quiver. “Alpha.”
“Keep fucking yourself with the toy,” I prompted him. “Can you feel it stretching you? Like my cock would? It’s the same size, so I know it’ll be reaching all those places you begged for me to touch.”
Tears mustered on his lashes as he struggled to stay in rhythm. His energy was depleting, and he wasn’t anywhere close to another release. “Not enough. Please.”
I cursed and tore off my shirt, lowering myself further, not touching but obscuring the omega’s view. With one hand, I undid my trouser button, but didn’t remove myself or pull them down. Dylan peered between us, trying to look. “Keep your eyes on me,” I said. “That’s it, don’t look away.”
I fed him an overwhelming surge of pheromones, too much at once, and he froze, blinking dumbly as if knocked into a trance.
He let go of the toy, his fingers twisting in the sheets as his back bowed.
I took the chance to grab the toy’s base, only to ram it back inside him even harder, my hips thrusting in the air with the same rhythm.
Offering the illusion I was inside him.
“There you go,” I rumbled, drinking in his happy sigh. “Can you feel your Alpha’s cock inside you, little omega? You feel so good, gripping me so fucking tight.”
He moaned, taking the bait. His hands moved to my sides and I allowed it, his nails biting into the skin there. They’d leave marks. “So good.”
“You’re a slut for it, aren’t you? That dopey fucking look on your face.” I grunted, my dick colliding with my hand as I pistoned forward too hard. “If only you were this docile all the time, I’d keep you filled to your heart’s content.”
He nodded vigorously.
“You want me to knot you?” I said, my voice pitched low. “Breed you?”
“Yes,” he barked, hips undulating as if to drive me even deeper. “Give it to me.”
A grey area, but I stuck to his request. I wasn’t touching him.
The toy, yes, but I didn’t even brush my knuckles against his slick hole as I pounded it in and out of him, skimming all those spots inside that had him flinching and gasping.
I wanted to. I wanted to tug it out and sink into its place, feel his wet heat clamping down on me like he couldn’t get enough.
But he’d told me no, and right now, the little thing resenting me even more was the last notion on my list.
“Play with your tits,” I rasped, and his hands lifted to his chest with no hesitation. “That’s it. They’re nice and swollen.” He arched, wordlessly enticing me to suck them. It took all my willpower not to. “Squeeze them for me, show me how full they are. Prove to me you could feed our pups.”
As his pebbled nipples leaked onto his chest, he groaned like it was a relief to empty them, as if they’d been uncomfortable for too long. I supposed they would be.
I wanted to suck them dry.
I waited until he was on the knife’s edge, teetering on the spike of too much and not enough, before pressing the button to stimulate the knot.
I locked it inside him, grinding the bulb against his prostate just as his cock kicked against his stomach.
His eyes flew to mine, his lips parted, and he came so hard no sound left his throat.
He was so expressive, freeing so much of his scent. Wires crossed in my mind, and the phantom sensation of him clenching, milking my knot, hurled into me with force.
My core tightened, my balls hugged the base of my dick, and with a snarl I tore at my zipper, pulling out my cock just as my release shot from the tip. I stroked myself roughly, chasing those startling pulses of pleasure and grunting as my cum striped the bedsheets.
The omega writhed under me, somehow coming one more time, his softened dick spilling nothing else.
He passed out.
I sagged, balancing above him, my head falling forward. I kept that posture for a while, clawing back my self-control and urging myself to move. The omega’s chest rose and fell at a steady pace. His heat was broken, his scent already dimming to its original dewy, floral notes.
Relieved, I lifted to my knees, my gaze raking over his placid form—the mess, the toy still lodged inside him.
The regret and resentment that had rolled through me after our first encounter didn’t materialize.
There was a tightness in my chest, a sensation I couldn’t decipher, but it was identical to the one I’d felt before.
I suspected it was my instincts trying to interfere.
I scrubbed a hand over my face, my palm coming away tacky with sweat. Once again, my headache had taken a temporary hike, and I could think clearly. What kind of power did this omega possess?
I didn’t care.
I broke the no-touching pledge to wipe away the viscous residue from his skin. He could loathe me all he wanted tomorrow, but I wouldn’t strand him here, dirty and adhered to the sheets. He deserved that dignity, at least.
I left before he woke.