Chapter 10
Yet here I am, on all fours, tears streaming down my cheeks as my orgasm-obsessed heat minder finally, finally, notches his cock against my pussy. Even him rubbing the blunt head of his dick against me is enough to have me moaning.
Every inch of me, inside and out, burns with the need to be fucked.
I’m no longer Camille, the self-sufficient, steady beta who’d rather spend a weekend curled up in bed with a book than looking for someone to share said bed with me.
Now, I’m a needy, moaning, dripping mess of an omega.
Jackson’s suggestion about forgetting our designations and just being ourselves seems comical now. How am I supposed to be anything other than my new designation when my omega is taking over my mind?
It won’t be long until she’s the only part of me left.
It should scare me, losing that control, but the fog of my heat makes me want to surrender to it.
What’s the point of fighting to keep my composure? I’m already here, with a beautiful man who is intent on making me come over and over, and a whole medical staff on standby in case anything goes wrong.
Besides, my omega is going to win. She’s finally awake, and she’s ready to make up for lost time, no matter how embarrassing or strange her desires are.
She won’t be denied.
Speaking of which…
“Yes, yes.” A tear of relief slides down my cheek as Jackson sinks his cock inside me. I sigh as the aching emptiness that’s grown stronger with every passing moment subsides.
Jackson making me come was a revelation for the old Camille who never had good sex. But this? Jackson finally giving me his cock after making me wait for it? That makes the new Camille, omega Camille, euphoric.
“Shit, you’re taking me so well.” Jackson’s raspy words send a thrill through me, and I press my hips back to encourage him to go deeper.
“More. Please. God, you feel amazing,” I moan, barely recognizing the uninhibited lust dripping from my voice.
Strong, slightly calloused fingers knead into my hips as he groans and pulls me back on his cock until the knot sleeve at the base bumps up against my pussy. His possessive grip combined with the promise of getting a knot makes my omega half-feral with the need for more.
“Fuck me. I need it now. Fuck me hard and give me your knot before I burn up inside.”
“So bossy.” Jackson lets out a dark chuckle, and the sexy bastard eases his cock out and back into me in a slow stroke.
I try using my arms to leverage myself to speed up his thrusts, but he uses his strength to keep me still.
“I need to warm this pussy up before I give you a knot,” he purrs, continuing his leisurely thrusts that make me feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me.
“I don’t need to be warmed up. I’m already burning hot!” I snap, looking back over my shoulder to glare at him.
My heart skips a beat at the sight of the big, sexy beta currently working his cock inside me like he has all the time in the world. He’s so handsome, and he smells amazing, and maybe it’s the heat hormones, but his touch is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Well, except for that hug Dr. Stills gave me. That was just as good. Even though it’s pathetic that I got so much pleasure from a pity hug.
Ugh, I wish Jackson would take pity on me. I bet Ambrose wouldn’t tease me so much.
My heat minder gives me that damn smirk that makes slick gush from me. My omega loves the way Jackson looks at me, even if he’s torturing me.
“You want it hard?” he asks, adding a bit more force to his thrusts.
It’s still not what I want, but it’s better.
“Yes.” The word is almost a whine, but I can’t help it. I’ve turned into a pathetic, whiny, cock-obsessed mess.
Jackson moves his hand from my hip to tangle in my hair, wrapping the long strands around his fist.
Yes. How many times have I fantasized about someone doing that? It’s even better than I imagined.
“You want it rough?” He gives my hair a light tug, sending tiny sparks of pain across my scalp that make me moan and my pussy clench around him. His dirty chuckle at my reaction makes me shiver. “Mmm, that answers that question.”
“Please,” I beg. I need him to stop asking questions and fuck me before I melt into a puddle.
He already knows what I like. He’s just torturing me. Which is my own damn fault, because I said I like that, too.
“Say it out loud.” He softens his thrusts, making me want to scream. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me rough and hard. Fuck me into the mattress and make me take it, so I can’t think about anything but you.
Knot me and fill me up with your cum. Then make me clean off your cock and suck you until you’re hard again.
” Words stream out of me like water, and now that my horny omega has opened the floodgates to my dirty desires, I can’t stop.
“Make me a slut for your cock. Tell me I belong to you. I need it. Please.”
By the time I’m done speaking, my omega is desperate and I’m mortified.
Jackson pulls back, releasing my hair and letting his cock slip almost all the way out of me. I cry out in protest, but it turns into a shout as he slams back inside me. My arms collapse and my chest drops forward onto the bed, but he yanks my hips up to meet his next thrust.
“You’re mine. If you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk, that’s what you’ll get.
You want me to make you my cockslut?” He lets out a sound that’s halfway between a groan and a laugh.
“Seems to me like you already are. Look at you.” Jackson presses a hand between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned in place.
“You’re going to come on my cock already, aren’t you? ”
Something primal unlocks at this new position and my omega keens, ecstatic about Jackson pounding into us like this.
He’s right. I’m already on the verge of coming now that he’s giving me what I need.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” he rasps. Each powerful thrust has the knot sleeve at the base of his cock pressing insistently against my entrance. “I know this pussy now. I decide what it gets and how many times you come, because it belongs to me.”
“Fuck, yes, it’s yours!” I come hard, pleasure making stars dance behind my eyes, but he doesn’t stop.
“Shit, that’s it. God, your perfect pussy is squeezing me so hard, you’re going to make me come.”
My omega is more than ready for that and I feel the last threads tethering me to the old version of myself fray. Once they break, there’s no going back.
A surge of terror and excitement for who I might be when the dust settles from this fever dream floods my system.
Another orgasm builds and Jackson doesn’t pull back this time when the knot meets my entrance. I beg and moan as he keeps pushing until the knot pops inside me and I shatter.
Jackson grunts and curses as he fills me with ropes of his hot cum, and the burning fire inside of me relents for a blissful moment now that I’m knotted and full of cum.
My omega will want more soon. She’ll need more.
I’ll need more.
Because as Jackson praises me and strokes my back and hips, I surrender to my heat.
That omega need inside me isn’t a separate entity. Whether I like it or not, she’s me and I’m her.
“More. Don’t stop. I need more.” My heels dig into Jackson’s firm ass. He’s stopped thrusting to play with my breasts, and when he looks up at me, there’s a sheen of sweat on his brow.
He looks good, glistening like that. I want to taste his skin and see if it’s salty from sweat or if he tastes like a warm cup of tea similar to his lovely scent.
But first, he has to keep fucking me and give me another knot before the need for it becomes unbearable.
Jackson lets out a breathless laugh. “Sorry, gorgeous, needed a little break to catch my breath.” His hips start to move again, and I sigh in relief.
Pleasure washes over me as he moves inside me, and when he brings a tiny buzzing vibrator to my clit, I cry out, coming for who knows what time. I’ve lost count.
Jackson strokes away the hair that’s fallen in my face and cups my cheek as he rides out my orgasm. The tender look in his eyes makes my chest tighten. He smiles down at me, the press of his hips slower and deeper now. “You ready for the knot, Cami?”
The tightness in my chest intensifies when he calls me that.
So far, it’s been “Camille” or “gorgeous”.
Cami is what my closest friends call me.
What my loved ones call me. It’s intimate.
There’s no way Jackson knows that, but it makes my omega so happy.
Tears well in my eyes from how nice that false sense of belonging to him is.
I nod and try to blink them away before he notices. “Y-yeah.”
He gives me that stunning smile again and leans forward to press his lips to mine, capturing my gasp of surprise.
I didn’t know we were allowed to kiss. Fuck, why haven’t we been kissing this whole time?
His mouth against mine is as good as the knot settling inside me as he pushes deep.
“Jackson,” I murmur as our lips part, meeting his eyes in a moment of lucidity I haven’t felt in… hours? Days? I don’t know how long we’ve been doing this.
He frowns. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. Not professional.”
Screw that.
My omega rises to the forefront of my mind again, pissed at the reminder that this man isn’t really my pack. I grab his face and pull him back into another kiss.
The groan he releases and the way his tongue slicks against mine as the kiss deepens is so good that I’m coming again.
“F-fuck.” Jackson gasps, and he’s following me over the edge, releasing inside me and increasing the blissful rightness of the moment.
Lips pressed against his and stretched full, my omega has never been happier.
”Shit, I really need to do more cardio.” Jackson’s breaths are ragged as he takes me from behind.
He’s exhausted. In the back of my mind, I know I should be too, but my heat is relentless. It’s an all-consuming need that is threatening to burn us up.
I pull away and turn over to look at him. He’s panting, cheeks burnished from the exertion of ceaseless fucking.
Jackson grimaces. “Are you okay, Cami? Do you want me to do something else?”
All pretense of him being in control or making sex into a teasing game is long gone, but I don’t mind. He’s been doing all the hard work, so it’s time for me to help myself out. “Lie on your back.”
He tries to hide his relief, but it’s there in his eyes as he does what I say. I’ve never been a fan of being on top, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
I straddle his hips and fist his stiff, slick-and-cum-soaked cock, lining it up and sinking down on it unceremoniously.
A low moan of relief slips from my lips, and I rock my hips to test out the position.
Little sparks of pleasure burst behind my eyes as I find a movement that rubs his cock inside me in the perfect way.
Okay, maybe being on top isn’t so bad.
Jackson’s hands stroke up my belly and then cup my tits. “Fuck gorgeous, if I knew this view was so good, we’d have done it a lot sooner.”
My head falls back as he pinches my nipple, eyes closing as I let instinct take over. It doesn’t take long before I’ve got the fake knot seated inside me as I grind on the beta beneath me. My thighs are burning by the time I come, but I don’t care because it feels incredible.
He watches me intensely, clearly enjoying me using him to get off. “God. You’re perfect.” He gasps as I bend forward to suck at his throat, his warm release filling me.
The flames inside me cool. My eyelids grow heavy and I collapse against his chest as he strokes my hair and whispers praise.
“That’s it, Cami. Rest. I’ll keep you safe.”