7. Let Lust Control Our Beginning Part Two
Let Lust Control Our Beginning Part Two
~CARTER~
“ C arter…” she breathes, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
I’m losing my mind.
Actually losing my fucking mind listening to how her moaning my name is driving me insane.
I’ve never felt so sexually charged, especially with my cock against her perky ass, rubbing against her impatiently out of primitive instinct. I’d beg to be inside her if I can’t have my way soon; the nagging desire to be eight inches deep and enjoy her whimpering breathless moans is pushing every thread of restraint in me.
I never understood why Alphas lost control when an Omega was around, but for me, I realize now it had to be an Omega that lit a fire on your dick.
A hot rebellious Omega with the perfect body, platinum blonde locks, various illegal tattoos, and the most plump yet soft lips I’ve ever had the privilege of kissing like it’s my last chance.
“Shh, Omega,” I murmur, my lips brushing against the curve of her neck. I’d do anything for her at this point, and I have every intention of doing so once I’ve tamed this itch of pleasure consuming us. “Let me take care of you.”
I trail kisses down her spine, savoring how she arches into my touch. Her scent grows stronger, sweeter, and I know she’s as ready for this as I am. My hands glide over her hips, squeezing lightly before moving between her thighs to ensure she keeps her steady gait balanced on me.
She’s already dripping with more slick pooling at her core, even after I enjoyed bringing her to ecstasy just with my fingers. I’d eat her out and enjoy her taste if I wasn’t so fucking impatient right now.
Just the thought of her being so wet for me has a groan escaping my parted lips at the realization.
“So wet for me,” I say, my voice rough with need.
I’m rubbing my length between her ass cheeks, and I try hard not to envision what it would be like to take her from behind.
Fuck…what if one of the others wanted to join? Fill all her holes together.
“You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and it’s enough to make me lose what little control I have left. The thick head of my cock pressed against her entrance, gathering her slick along my length so she could take me inch for inch without much trouble.
As if she’s not wet enough.
Slowly, deliberately, I push forward, sliding just the tip inside her. She gasps, her fingers curling against the tile, and I pause, letting her adjust. It’s only the tip but the feeling makes me groan with how good it feels already.
I’m well experienced, sure, because an Alpha can’t think mentally clear without getting some from time to time, but I’ve never had an Omega that was tight like this.
She’s not those Omegas who fuck anything that moves but flaunts that they’re ready to commit.
“Fuck, Elizabeth,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips to keep her steady. I’m fighting hard not to slide the rest of it in. “You feel perfect and I’m not all the way in.”
She moans softly, the sound echoing around us, and I push in another inch, savoring the way her walls tighten around me.
Every nerve in my body is on fire, the sensation of her warmth and slickness driving me to the brink. But I don’t rush. I want her to feel every inch, every moment of this.
“You’re so tight,” I praise, my voice husky. “So perfect for me, Omega. Were you reserving yourself for the Alpha who will give you exactly what you deserve, hmm?”
“Y-You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” she tosses back, trying to sound annoyed but it’s so far from that tone. She’s enjoying every bit of this. The pace, the sensations, the way I’m leading and praising her.
I can tell she’s trying to express a hint of defiance because that’s what she’s used to.
Fighting for her place while hiding her true emotions.
I’d merely gotten a glimpse of watching the power and confidence she had to project on that massive stage before those who weren’t even worthy of her talent, only to return to the quiet space of these lockers and watch the tears stream down her flushed cheeks.
My Omega has to hide from the world her true self because of the filthy lies laid upon her every chance this school gets to bring her down.
It won’t continue with us around.
No fucking way. All that shit is stopping now.
Her moans grow louder as I push deeper, inch by inch until I’m fully seated inside her. She shudders, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she adjusts to the stretch.
Just enjoying how her quaking walls swallow me up and pulse around my shaft is driving me mad. It’s taking everything to stay still and not get moving — the torture both mesmerizing and tantalizing.
Like a dance of lust and agony.
I’m addicted to the pain and pleasure.
“Carter…” she whimpers, and the sound nearly undoes me.
I pull back slightly, then thrust forward, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her whimpering moans only further turn me on as each movement sends waves of pleasure through both of us — her slick making it easy to glide in and out. Her walls grip me like a vice, and I groan, my hands tightening on her hips. I’m going to leave bruises with how I’m gripping her so tightly, as though I can’t imagine letting her go.
Right now, I don’t dare fathom the thought of this ending. This has to be the beginning of an addiction neither of us wants to heal from.
“You feel so good,” I growl, my lips brushing against her ear. “So fucking good.”
Her moans grow louder, her voice echoing against the tiled walls. The sound is pure music, and I want more. So much more. I could listen to her make these noises forever, and I can’t imagine what it would be like when she’s in Heat.
Begging for us to not stop fucking her, day and night.
I lean forward, pressing her against the wall as I pick up the pace, my thrusts growing harder, more desperate. Just the idea of her hard nipples pressing against the chilled frost of the tiles only has me grinning against her flesh as I lightly kiss her neck, keeping up my pace.
I’ve already left far too many marks, knowing damn well they’ll bruise and be visible on her porcelain flesh. I want everyone to see the damage I’ve laid.
To be the first to see that Abrecombie is far more worthy than they’ve labeled her at this forsaken shit of a school.
The shower does little to mask the sounds of our pleasure—her cries, my groans, the wet slap of skin against skin.
It’s raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating.
“I need you,” she gasps, her voice trembling. I know from the way she’s snaking me with her hot pussy that she’s getting closer to her climax. Just like me. “But…you’ll replace me. When the high is gone, you’ll find someone else. Some perfect Omega…who’s not some reject.”
“Never,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips tighter. I hate even hearing her speak like this. For her not to realize how she shines so brilliantly among the crowd. No one can compare. “You’re mine, Elizabeth. No one else. Ever.”
She wants to rebel, I know she does, but I increase the pace of my thrust, forcing her to accept my declaration as truth and not some lust-filled high. Her walls tighten around me at my words, and I chuckle darkly, the sound low and dangerous.
“You like that, don’t you?” I murmur. “Knowing you’re mine.”
She moans in response, her body trembling as she fights to keep herself upright. Seeing her in this submissive position is going to haunt me in my wet dreams.
“I’m close,” she warns, her voice high and breathless. “Carter, I’m so close.”
Fuck, me too.
I’m bracing for the inevitable. Hyping myself to fill her up with my seed. Just the thought is driving my Alpha instincts wild, and I don’t dare acknowledge the knot that’s forming at my base.
Secretly begging I’ll put it to use for once.
“Then be loud for me,” I say, my voice rough with need. “Let them all hear you, Omega. Let them know who you belong to.”
Her entire body shudders at my words, and I feel her tighten around me again, her slick making it even harder to hold back.
I grit my teeth, my fingers digging into her hips as I slam into her, chasing the release I can feel building.
“I’ll make sure we have an audience next time,” I whisper darkly, my lips brushing against her ear. “Since you like the idea of being caught.”
She whimpers, her body trembling as she tries to fight me, but she’s too far gone. Her hips move in time with mine, matching my rhythm as we climb higher together.
The tension coiling in my core becomes unbearable, and I know I’m seconds away from release. Seconds from filling her up nice and deep.
“Come for me,” I growl, my voice raw. “Let me feel you come undone, Abbie .”
She cries out, her body convulsing as she tips over the edge; her walls clenching around me in waves. She looked beautiful before but having her arch even more gracefully like she’s conducting a signature move before my eyes is a trigger I didn’t realize matched with this sensation would push me over the brink.
I follow her, a guttural groan tearing from my throat as I spill into her, the pleasure consuming me entirely as we ride the waves of our climax in unison.
Fuck!
I’ve had plenty of fucks and climaxes, but nothing to this extent or intensity. It’s mind-consuming, breath-stealing, and I’m left in a state of euphoria that confirms what my body and mind have already concluded.
Elizabeth Abercrombie is our Omega.
There’s no way around it.
No excuse to prove otherwise.
I’d fight everything and everyone who dares try to change my mind.
We’re both left trembling, our breaths ragged as the water continues to cascade over us. I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her steady as her knees buckle, her body spent.
I need to pull out for my own sake, feeling the overwhelming urge to slide my knot into her and lock us in place, but I don’t expect to feel her hand reach back behind her — grasping my length and beginning to stroke me until she reaches the base where my swollen knot is.
I groan long and hard when she begins to massage it tightly, completely taken aback that she even gives a damn. The sensation makes me want to roll my eyes back and get lost in the firm yet sensual movement that tames my primitive needs. I have to lean against her further, the two of us pressed against the tiled wall, just so I can keep standing as she keeps kneading my knot.
I don’t know how long we’re there for, with her doing what no Omega has dared attempt. All the Omegas I’ve dealt with care about themselves and make sure we don’t knot in them — unless we’re ready to take the responsibility of keeping them and their high expectation standards in life.
To have her do this for me, no questions asked, knowing it can take easily thirty minutes to tame my knot is beyond my expectations. It takes far less than that for my knot to loosen and eventually disappear, leaving me fucking relieved and sensually satisfied.
Normally I still feel a sense of anxiousness when I’ve fucked an Omega, but for the first time, I feel…peace.
For a moment, neither of us moves, the reality of what just happened sinking in. My heart pounds against my ribs, and I tighten my hold on her, unwilling to let her go.
“Elizabeth…” I murmur, my voice softer now, almost reverent. “Sweet Abbie.”
She doesn’t respond, her head resting against the tile as she struggles to catch her breath. It takes her a few added seconds before she mutters, “Hmm?”
“You belong to us now,” I whisper in declaration, not sure how the others are going to react to this news, but honestly not giving a damn.
I’ll fight Felix and Holmes if I have to.
I’ll go any distance to keep this woman in our lives.
To make her ours permanently.
She’s our Tainted Omega now.
“And who’s ‘us’?” she mutters with no conviction in her voice. I’m not sure she cares right now, sounding almost half asleep. I press a kiss to her shoulder, my lips lingering against her damp skin.
Whatever this is between us, it’s more than just lust.
It’s chaos, uncertainty, and something I’m not ready to name.
But one thing is certain—I’m not letting her go.
“The Tainted Trinity.”