Chapter Five #3
He nudges the tip into her and she gasps at the sensation.
The stretch of him stings. It brings her back down to earth and she can't help the way her fingers claw into his arms. She pulls him down to her so their chests are pressed together and her face nuzzles into his neck.
The scent of him simultaneously soothes her and strokes her need even hotter.
He nudges a little more, the head of his cock fully penetrating past her entrance, and it feels as if she has a full body spasm around him with the pleasured pain of it. He curses as he feels her body gripping him but goes no further until she calms.
When she relaxes again, he rocks again, and again, pausing after every thrust to give her a chance to adjust and catch her breath until he is as deep as he can go, his cock jutting up against the mouth of her womb.
She is shivering, her nerves alight, unable to decide whether the sensation is the best thing she's ever felt, or if she were being torn apart. Could it be both? Maybe it was both.
"Okay," he says, and his voice sounds so taught it might snap. "That's good, Eden. You're doing so well. Are you okay?"
Her face is still buried in his neck, breathing in deep mouthfuls of his scent as her pussy flutters around him. She's too scared to try and use her voice to answer, so she pauses for a moment and then shrugs her shoulders a little.
It sounds like there's a smile in his voice when he responds. "When you're ready, we'll keep going, but not until you're ready, okay?"
She thinks for another moment and then nods.
After another moment, she gives an experimental wiggle of her hips, rocking up towards him, and he chokes. "Fuck, fuck, Eden, oh fuck."
"Is that good?" She stills, worried she's done something wrong, and her voice sounds painfully shy.
He seems to catch his breath, and then in a still-strained, gravelly voice, he answers. "Yes, yes that was very good. More than good. You're being such a good girl for me."
At his praise, another wave of need overtakes her, and she hears her voice begging him for more. "Please, alpha," she whines, and then his purr turns to a growl.
"Okay, sweetheart. You tell me if you want to stop," he repeats it again, as if telling himself as much as her.
And then he is pulling his hips back and pushing his cock back into her, and it feels like the air is punched out of her lungs, like every other organ in her body has deflated to make room for him.
If they took an x-ray of her right now, she was sure all they would see is his huge length filling her, all of her viscera shoved aside to make way for him, her little heart fluttering in one corner until even that gets taken over by his cock.
He thrusts again, and each slide of him inside of her seems to get easier. Along with the pain, she feels her release growing, different than the sensation he had given her before with his mouth, but now that she knew what it was, she chases it all the same.
It does not take long before she is gasping and coming around him in overwhelming gripping waves.
And then his hips are stuttering, his hand reaching down to tighten around his knot that she's suddenly grateful he hasn't tried to push inside her, growling into her hair as he fills her to the brim with his cum.
"I'm sorry," he growls with each thrust of his hips. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
With every apology, he bathes her in more warmth, triggering another small wave of contractions to ripple down his cock as another small orgasm takes hold of her on the coattails of the first.
When his cock finally falls from her, he starts praising her again, words that make her feel safe and cherished and keep her from falling over the edge of another thought spiral. "Good girl. You were such a good girl for me, Eden. Such a perfect omega."
He bundles her against his chest, cradling her like something precious as he sinks to the floor, holding her tightly against him.
She can feel the deflating knot of his cock beneath her, and the wetness leaking out of her onto them.
Finally, as relaxation settles over her, the burning in her veins dies out and she is left spent and exhausted in his arms.
"Good girl," he is still murmuring against her hair, his voice so dazed she's not sure if he even knows what he's saying. "You're a perfect omega, Eden. You liked your nest in the cell. Your nest made you feel safe?"
She nods at his words. Her nest had always been her safe place.
She had been born into the system. She grew up bouncing between foster homes and warehouse-like halfway homes, never having a secure place.
The only place where she felt at home was her nest, the blankets and pillows of which she had scrounged and carried with her from place to place.
"We can make you a nest here?" His voice sounded unsure and tentative.
"I can get you extra blankets from the laundry.
No one will know. We'll build you a nest in the corner here, how does that sound?
You don't even have to come out. You stay in your nest all day, and I'll protect you.
Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll keep you safe. "
As they both come down from the effects of her heat spike hormones, he continues murmuring his gentle reassurances and promises in her hair until even she begins to believe them.