Chapter Seven #2
Her adorable little belly protrudes above him at this angle, and he runs his hands over it, squeezing and smoothing across it with his hands before bringing them back to her hips to hold her in place.
She wiggles a little when he touches her soft stomach, as if uncomfortable, and her hand hovers as if about to shoo him away. Women were always so shy about the best parts of them.
Enough teasing, he schools himself. Back to work. He latches his mouth onto her clit and begins to flick the tip of it up and down with his tongue until he hears her stifling a scream into the pillow.
He adjusts his arm under him so he can slip three fingers into her, and fuck that's tight. Fuck, were all omegas like this? Her pussy muscles clench around him like a fist.
And then she's coming, and the contractions that ripple over his fingers are so strong it feels like she's trying to pull his whole hand inside her.
She lets out an agonized whine even while her pussy is still milking him, needing more. Right, no more showing off. Heat spiked omega needs dick. Time to fuck her.
He pulls his cock out and lines it up with her opening before he slides it in in one thrust.
He sees god. God is a woman. She's a 5'2 omega woman with a chubby little tummy and a pussy made out of sunshine and rainbows. Somewhere in the distance, a choir of cherubs are singing Handel's coronation anthems.
ZAAAAADOK THE PRIEST AND NAAATHAAAN THE PROOOOPHET–
The sound she makes when he slides in is like he just kicked a rubber chicken against a brick wall. Is that a good sign? He sure as fuck hopes that's a good sign.
He cannot help pulling out halfway and thrusting back inside her, just to feel more of her. He bottoms out a few inches before his knot.
"Fuuuuuck, Eden," he groans. "You are perfect."
She squeaks again when he slams back inside her and he hears her breath catch.
He begins thrusting at a good pace, the omega whining and thrashing around beneath him as the scent of her need builds.
All his senses seem to join together and congregate at the base of his dick where his knot is already starting to swell.
He's never fucked an omega before, always keeping his knot well outside his beta partners. But as he stares at his knot, fuck, he wants to fit it inside her, wants to know what it feels like to knot someone. He's transfixed with the thought.
She's an omega so he knows she's built for this, unlike the beta girls they'd exclusively fucked before. The thought of knotting her is too much to resist, he just needed her to take a bit more of his length to do it.
He pulls out and she makes another distressed whine.
Without a word, he flips her over onto her front and pulls her hips up so she's nearly sitting in his lap, her face pressed down into the pillow.
He slides back into her and grips her fleshy hips as he manages to get another couple inches into her cunt at this angle, so the swelling of his knot is right at her opening. If she just relaxes a little more...
Her wail is cut off by the pillow, thankfully, since he doesn't want the whole cell block to wake up and hear her, and then he begins absolutely fucking railing her.
Her ass bounces perfectly, and he wants to spank it to see how it jiggles, but that would sure as fuck wake their neighbours. And the thought of any of them hearing her–hearing his omega–makes him see fucking red, making him pound her even harder.
There's nothing to be done for the squeaking of the prison bed beneath them, and apparently even Julius can't sleep through that. His pack brother lets out a groan beside them, groggily sitting up, his voice sleepy and confused. "The fuck is going on–"
Then his voice clears, and it is outraged as he takes in the sight of them. "Dude, what the fuck are you doing?"
Tenor grins over at his pack brother, all smug alpha, high on the feeling of plowing Eden's sweet fucking fields. "Another heat spike," he rumbles. "I'm taking care of it."
"Dude! Be gentle!"
Is he kidding? Who was Julius to be telling him to be gentle? He once saw his pack brother make a beta girl cry because he took her invitation to 'fuck her ass like she owed him money' too seriously.
"You don't want me to be gentle, do you, sweet girl?" Tenor bends his body over hers, murmuring in her ear.
She just whines in response, her whole body shaking now that he's stopped thrusting.
"You want me to fuck this sweet pussy until you come all over me, don't you?"
"She just lost her fucking virginity today, asshole! She's probably sore!" Julius' voice is furious and he can feel righteous violence brewing in the bond.
It's his words that make him freeze. No, that can't be true.
She tenses beneath him. Oh fuck, that can't be true.
He flips her over so fast he's worried he may give her whiplash.
"Eden?" He needs confirmation.
She's looking back and forth between him and Julius, her eyes dazed.
Then slowly, her hands inch up to cover her breasts and between her thighs at their hard stares, as if trying to shield herself from them.
And then her eyes squeeze shut like she's trying to block them out and he smells another wave of slick gush out of her as her whole body tenses and she tries to scrunch herself up into a little ball.
Aw, hell. He'd fucked up. He'd fucked up big time, and now he was going to have to clean up his mess. His heart sinks as he takes in the sight of the girl in front of him, cringing into herself like it might protect her from them. From him.
"Fuck, Eden, I'm sorry," he breathes. "I didn't know. I'll be gentler. Did I hurt you? No, that's a stupid question, don't answer that. Of fucking course I did. Fuck. I'm so sorry. Do you want Julius to help you finish instead?"
She peeks up at him, then over to Julius, then back to him. The shake of her head is so small he could almost have missed it.
Relief floods him and he wonders if this is what redemption feels like. Maybe that's what was in all those communion wafers he stole as a kid and ate in secret out back behind the church. But the only cookie he wanted to eat for redemption now was Eden's.
Fuck, focus dude. Why the fuck was he thinking in religious metaphors all of a sudden?
"Okay," he breathes. "Let's try this again."
He lines his cock up with her entrance and pushes in slowly. It's still too fucking tight, like she's trying to strangle the life out of his cock until it gives up the goods. Don't worry baby, he thinks. The goods are all yours. Everything he fucking had, his own fucking soul, was hers now.
When he's as deep as he can go without pushing it, he reaches down to rub her clit. This time, she lets out what he can only describe as a coo, her voice sighing out the prettiest sound he's ever heard.
He does it again, easing out and thrusting back in, circling her clit as he does so. She starts to shake again.
"Good?" He needs confirmation.
She nods.
"Your words, Eden. I need you to use your words." His voice is strained, anxiety still roiling through him with the realization that he had been fucking the little virgin doggy style like she was a pro. Fuck, he'd been trying to force his knot in her.
"Yes," she sighs. "You feel so good."
Thank fuck.
He picks up his pace a little, rubbing tight circles around her clit while he gently pistons himself in and out of her until she's coming again.
And holy fuck, the feeling of her coming on his cock is his new standard for pleasure, because he has never felt anything like it in his whole damn life.
Not even when he cut a hole in a grocery store pie and fucked it when he was 12.
He cannot stop his orgasm as his balls draw up and he starts bathing her channel with his cum, and then it's his turn to make like a rubber chicken against a brick wall as the air is sucked out of his lungs with the force of it.
He frantically reaches down to grip his knot as he cums inside her.
Without her pussy around it, it won't stay inflated for long, and he's relieved when it immediately begins softening after he finishes cumming.
The last thing he needs is to be harassing her with that thing when she's just trying to relax and let her hormones settle.
He flops beside her, his heart racing a mile a minute as he tucks her back against him and pulls a blanket over them so she doesn't get chilled.
He tries to redress her in her jumpsuit under the blanket.
Her limbs are all loose and relaxed after her orgasm, but the last thing any of them want is someone to catch a glimpse of her sweet ass through the bars of their cell.
She doesn't seem to notice, her head lolling over as she catches sight of Julius. They seem to be engaging in some sort of psychic communication, because after a moment Julius just nods at her and settles back into his own bed.
And then Tenor is holding her close, her body still boneless and pliant to his touch. This could get real addictive real quick, he knew.
"I'm sorry," she whispers softly as he's drifting off. He's distracted by her wiggling more than her words, like she's trying to burrow herself beneath him like some sort of incarcerated meerkat.
"For what, ma?" Tenor's voice is a sleepy rumble.
"For everything you've had to do for me, for–for– this," her voice wavers.
His head picks up a bit at that, waking him from his drowse.
"You think fucking a tight little omega is a hardship?" There's laughter in his voice and he tries to restrain himself. It's not the time for jokes. It's serious, he knows. The danger she's in is really fucking real.
Her face flames at that and he chuckles again as he adjusts her in the way she seems to want. She twists under him, so she is partially against the wall, but mostly underneath the bulk of his body.
He allows it and swings his leg over hers, so she is fully encased under him, like he's an alpha-sized weighted blanket. He hopes he doesn't crush her, because that would definitely suck to wake up to.