Chapter 26 #2
Sweet Jesus, I’m into it.
He dips a finger into me without any fanfare, sending it so deep up my ass I’m left groaning helplessly as he swivels it around inside me. He’s still checking for damage, only now he’s causing carnage. Sharp spikes of pleasure sink their claws into me. Poking and probing as I step on the spot.
He adds another finger and stretches me gently. I don’t move. I keep my legs open. My head bowed, my eyes cast up so I can see everything he does to me in the mirror.
He moves slowly, casually almost. There’s a frighteningly attractive sense of certainty about him. A complete lack of hesitation. A sureness that turns me inside out.
He doesn’t speak. Not a single word. Not so much as a murmur. He preps me silently and positions me as he wants me without so much as a second’s pause. He scoops up a little of the slick that’s leaking from me and slathers it on his swollen cock, smiling fondly at my hole as he does it.
I brace myself with both hands on the sink and widen my stance a little more.
I arch my back harder, feeling a dull strain in my lower spine and liking it a lot.
Branson’s cockhead kisses my opening. A soft peck, a light tap of flesh against flesh, before a more persistent prod makes his intentions known.
I bear down as he enters me, but still, I feel it.
Dear God, do I feel it. I feel the impossible swell of his head, the ridge of his crown, the thick veins on his shaft, all of it.
All of it stamped into my memory for keeps.
My body gives way without so much as a hint of a struggle.
The struggle is over. It’s been over for a while now.
I’m his, and he’s mine. My body was made for him, and his was made for me.
My muscle relaxes, and he thrusts into me.
The stretch is unreal. A deep, hot wrench that spreads me thin and sends a million different sensations up my rectum.
All of them good. All of them perfect.
I keep still, not moving a muscle as he cleaves me open. I feel every inch of him. Every perfect, thick, hot inch. He slides into me deeply and my body accepts him gratefully. He holds on to my hips and drills into me, fucking me hard and deep.
As my body jolts forward and my head snaps up on impact, I’m dimly aware that I’ve never been fucked like this before—my truest self has been laid bare, and the person I’m with has witnessed it without flinching.
The thought of that, the knowledge that I’m with the man who makes me feel safe enough to show them this side of myself, ratchets every thrust, every clench, every bolt of pleasure up until I’m full of it.
Brimming with pleasure. Overflowing with it.
In the mirror, Branson’s face contorts with pleasure. His eyes roll and his lips snarl. He fucks into me over and over, dragging my hips back and forth, grazing my hole on his thick cock for his own gratification.
Every thrust raises me higher. Fills me deeper. Fills me hotter and harder until I finally understand why I want this, why I want to be used for his pleasure. It’s because his pleasure is mine. It travels through the bond and hits me rhythmically.
Again.
And again.
His pleasure and mine marry and multiply. Growing and growing with each thrust he delivers until it’s bigger than me. Bigger than him. Until it’s not him or me anymore: it’s us.
Branson’s biceps are engaged, rippling and glistening in the mirror.
So is his core. He’s a hard, molten God.
A sex God. An alpha. My alpha. His hand curls lazily around my chest, seeking a nipple and finding it.
He squeezes it firmly, rolling it between his fingers until I whine loudly. Then his hand travels downward.
My aching cock spills a hopeful ribbon of precum.
He takes me in his hand, and it’s not like other times he’s touched my dick. This time, he holds me possessively. Like I’m his. His omega. His hole to use as he sees fit.
I’m on the edge, my orgasm thundering through my veins, swelling and raring to crack me open, when Branson’s voice washes over me. It’s his deep voice. The one I hear in the base of my skull, in the marrow of my bones. “I’ll happily use you, omega of mine.”
I shiver from head to toe as Branson’s alpha voice flows through me.
“I will. I’ll use this body, this pretty, tight little hole over and over.
I’ll use it to make myself feel good. To get myself off.
” I watch his reflection as he speaks, mouth hanging open.
My entire body shudders, harder this time.
“I’ll let you serve me like this…” He leans down and kisses my neck.
“But here’s the thing, Lucy… I’ll serve you too.
I’ll serve you, my omega, in every way that matters.
For the rest of your life, you’ll want for nothing, d’you hear me?
” I nod, my head loose on its hinges. “You will fear no one. You’ll fear nothing because nothing and no one will harm you as long as I live. ”
I come with an earth-shattering cry. A cry from before. Before this lifetime, and before the one before that. A cry from before I was human. A cry from when I was wild, through and through.
Branson slows, fucking me leisurely until he’s wrung every ounce of my pleasure, and then some, out of me.
The bond hears my frenzied cries of pleasure and shoots a rainbow of pastel pinks from me to him.
From him to me. It goes on until I’m floating in a soft cotton-candy cloud, and the only reason I’m still on my feet is because Branson has his arms around me and he’s holding me up.
When my orgasm finally recedes, Branson has pulled me back toward him. I’m standing with my back against his chest, my head lolling to the side as I hungrily gulp big lungfuls of his intoxicating scent.
Inked skin gradually comes into focus. Facial hair, an Adam’s apple, and a slight, sexy indent in his neck.
I look at it for a while, blinking to clear the fog.
The more I look at it, the more it calls to me.
Hmm. I wonder what it would feel like for him if I licked it.
Or sucked it.
Or bit it.
I press myself up onto my toes and turn my head a little more.
I curl an arm around the back of Branson’s neck and hold him in place as I plant the lightest of kisses on his mark.
Branson’s moan makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I’ve never heard the sound he’s making before, but I recognize it.
It’s from the time before him. It’s from the deep, inner part of him that’s wild. The part of him that can’t be tamed.
I kiss his mark again, harder and with tongue.
What happens next surprises me. It shocks me completely. I always thought only omegas could come so hard they scream, but I was wrong about that.
Turns out, with the right persuasion, alphas scream too.