Chapter Fourteen #3
It was less me sucking on him and more him using my mouth.
I didn’t care. I would let Oaks use my body however he wanted.
Especially considering how good he tasted.
Like he’d covered himself in honey. I wanted to lick at him, to taste more of his pre-cum, but he was enjoying my mouth, my tongue, all on his own.
My core was truly starting to get wet from Oaks’s attention. My two fingers easily slipped inside, and I was giving myself a mockery of what I knew Oaks could give me.
“Tongue back in. Make it wet again, darlin.”
I did as he asked, earning a chuckled “good girl” as I stuck my tongue back out for him to use.
“I’m going to claim you, Eve, and then I’m going to fuck you. Understand? If I get too rough, I need to know you’ll tell me.”
I nodded around his length in my mouth.
“Good.” In a sudden move, Oaks pulled me up until I was on my knees and slammed his mouth to mine.
His grip around my face was nearly painful as he held me for his attention.
The moment I pulled away, heaving in a breath of air, he tossed me again, throwing me onto my back like he’d done earlier.
Only this time, he grabbed my ankles and slid me closer to him.
Dropping down on his knees, I thought he was going to put his mouth on me.
My pussy spasmed in excitement, my core becoming even wetter.
He shoved a finger inside me, his longer than mine as he curled it like a hook, trying to find a specific spot. His other arm came down on my hips, pinning me as my body tried to flinch away from the pleasure.
Then he bit me.
The pain had me trying to pull away without anywhere to go. The air caught in my lungs, nearly suffocating me before the pleasure finally slinked in, the bond settling between us, anchoring to my soul.
Oaks growled, the vibration somehow pleasurable against my core before he was moving, laying his body over mine and shoving his cock inside me without any sort of hesitation.
Even with how wet I was, there was a burn. There were males. And then there were alpha male cocks.
I swore that his entire length simply couldn’t fit inside me. It felt impossible.
I clawed at his shoulders, unsure if I was trying to push him off or pull him deeper.
I knew the type of pleasure he could give me, and I was desperate for it.
My legs wrapped around him, a shot of pain as the skin on my thighs stretched where my new claiming mark was—but this time, that pain turned immediately to pleasure as Oaks dragged his length out of me and shoved back inside.
His hips moved in a hard rhythm, slamming inside me.
My body responded, easing away with each of his demanding thrusts.
Just as he truly started to pick up speed, he pulled all the way out of me, growling in frustration.
I didn’t know what he wanted before he flipped me over, forcing me onto my stomach before yanking my hips back so I was presenting for him. Like an omega would.
“Oaks?”
He thrust back inside me, feeling significantly larger in this position. My body collapsed onto the bed only for Oaks to lift my hips back up, his hands now on my waist, anchoring me, keeping me from collapsing again.
It hurt. It felt so good. I couldn’t decide.
I was getting impossibly wetter, my body easing even more for him.
Suddenly, I realized my eyes were closed. Opening them was strange. I’d expected darkness like behind my lids. Darkness came with a sort of expectation in sex. With intimacy.
Instead, it was light. Bright. No lights, just the sun managing to seep through windows and down halls. It was the middle of the day. Lunch. And I’d made my alpha nearly feral.
As the pain fully gave away to pleasure, my hips started pushing back against him, meeting his hard thrusts.
One of his hands left my hips to cup my nape—to pin my upper body to the mattress.
No matter how far gone he was to his lust, he wasn’t hurting me.
The weight on my neck was as little as he needed to restrain me.
I tightened my hands on the sheets, trying to keep my own body from sliding away from Oaks, not that he was truly letting me go far. The tinge of his alpha scent was so strong, nearly feral, that I was sure as soon as Atlas and Everett came home, they’d know what we did.
I felt the bond inside me. I couldn’t feel Oaks’s emotions, but I felt that he was alive, that he was tethered to me.
A sob came from my throat, my vision blurring with tears. Happy tears.
Oaks had claimed me. On a random day, in the middle of lunch. That was how badly he’d wanted me.
I swore that it felt like Oaks’s cock was getting bigger. His movements were becoming harsher, yet he was actually slowing down, like it was taking more effort for him to fuck me. Like his cock ... was slowly swelling...
“Oaks?”
He growled at the sound of his name on my lips.
My brain finally started to catch up with my body. At how tight his cock already was inside me, and I knew he wasn’t fully knotted yet. But I was pretty sure he was in a state of mind to try.
“You can’t knot me, Oaks. My body can’t take it.
” My heart didn’t know whether to swell or break.
That I’d lost him to his instincts was the ultimate compliment.
He wanted to breed me. Claim me in the most primal way he knew how.
But I couldn’t take it. A knot could literally tear my vagina, and I’d definitely need to see a doctor then.
“Oaks, please, no knot.” I shook my head and settled my hips, refusing to push back on him anymore, trying to pull him out of his head. Out of his instincts. “No knot.”
Our hips stopped. The sound of both our harsh breathings filling the space. I couldn’t keep the tears from my eyes, glad they were falling onto the sheets below me and disappearing.
“Knot?” he asked.
I wanted to be able to take it. Honestly, I did—
His hips started moving again. Slowly. It took actual effort for his cock to pull out, and when he pushed back in, it was nearly too much.
But fuck if it didn’t feel good. He was pressed against every single nerve ending inside me.
There was nowhere I could go for relief from the pressure, from the pleasure, and that just added to the sensation.
This was a mild, almost inferior form of knotting, but it was glorious to me. The feeling of being unable to go anywhere, to be trapped in the sensations, to know that when he came, I’d get every single drop. It made my head dizzy with yearning. I never wanted this moment to end.
“No knot,” I repeated. “No knot. No knot. Just come.”
He shuddered behind me. His hands tightened for a moment, like he was using my body to ground himself, to pull back his sanity into the male, not the alpha.
His harsh breath puffed against my ear as he eased his grip.
Gently, his hips started to rock. I wasn’t sure if he could even pull out of me at this point, he was filling me so completely.
His weight came down, pressing me into the mattress completely. Still, he managed to slide his hand under my body, his fingers finding my core. A simple touch on my swollen clit had me crying out against the sensation, all of my muscles flexing, making his length inside me impossibly tighter.
“That’s it, darlin,” Oaks said, finding his voice. “I need you to make this pretty pussy come for me, okay? Need you to squeeze around me so tight so I can come inside you.”
“Your knot?”
He kissed my cheek, the side of my mouth. “It won’t inflate anymore, I promise. I won’t hurt you. Just focus on your body. On the pleasure. Milk my cum from me.”
Oaks just barely rocked his hips, the slight movement as sensational as if he was fully thrusting inside me. His touch on the bundle of nerves between my thighs was sensitive, and still my hips bucked and jerked, trying to get away and get more simultaneously.
“I can feel you, darlin. Can feel how close you are to coming for me. One day, you’re going to come around my knot.”
His words were addictive. Like praise. Promises of the future. I wanted both.
“Ah-ah. I felt that, too. That doubt. You don’t think I can train this little pussy to take my knot?”
“Only—” I gasped at a sudden hard tilt of his hips. “Only omegas can take knots. I’m not—”
“Wrong. Only omegas can take knots naturally. Easily. But we can train and stretch this pussy until it can take us. It’ll never be quick. Won’t be often. Doesn’t make it impossible.”
Another sob left me. It was all too much. The pleasure. His words. I wanted all of it. Wanted to learn to take a knot. Wanted to break through that beta designation and be with my alphas, with my mates. I wanted whatever was possible between us. Not what everyone else said we should do.
“Come for me, darlin. Come around my cock.”
When my orgasm finally hit, it literally stole my breath.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream as every inch of me, from my toes and fingertips to my nipples and my tongue endured the blinding white-hot heat of my climax.
My muscles tightened to the point of nearly cramping, my blood rushing inside me so hard I was surprised it didn’t pour from me.
I was vaguely aware of Oaks’s groan as he started to come. My internal muscles squeezing around him like he needed for his body to finally find release.
By the time I caught my breath, my body was utterly exhausted.
Despite already lying against the bed, I somehow slumped even further into the mattress.
There was no tension in my body anymore.
My muscles had melted, my eyelids fluttered shut, too heavy to lift.
A single, deep, inhale seemed like too much work at that point.
I still felt Oaks coming inside me, the alpha’s cock releasing every single drop of cum he seemed to have had. To the point that even the slight swelling couldn’t block the liquid from coming out, sliding down my thighs and staining the bedsheets.
“All right, darlin?” Oaks asked.
My head was too heavy to nod, my tongue too heavy to move, and the rest of my body an impossible feat. I gave a single hum and even that felt like it took too much effort.
Oaks chuckled. “Good. Just take a rest then. I’ve got you.”
He started to move, just rolling onto his side, and taking me with him. I was asleep before he finally settled.