Chapter 10 #2
Everything went fuzzy and sex-shaped from there.
I swallowed his cock, my gag reflex completely gone, as he grabbed handfuls of my hair and hung on.
My whole body relaxed, and the core of my being surrendered to him.
I was with my alpha now, ripe and burgeoning, and he would give me everything I needed as I gave him everything he desired.
Shawn let out a strangled shout as he started to come down my throat.
I drank every drop he gave me, letting the soothing warmth of his seed inside me spread and calm my otherwise frantic nerves.
When I thought about it outside of heat, I resented the way omega biology was designed to make us totally sexually subservient to alphas.
But right at that moment I didn’t care if I was forced into it by hormones and DNA or not, I loved the way my jaw stretched to accommodate my alpha’s girth and the way his musky cum was better than the best thing I’d ever eaten.
I was a little disappointed that he pulled out before he was finished coming, but he must have sensed he’d blocked my airway for too long.
I gasped hard for breath, then let it out on a hungry groan as he finished his orgasm all over my face and my gaping mouth.
I loved the way that alphas turned into a reservoir of cum when they were with an omega in heat.
“You’re so beautiful,” Shawn panted, his tension draining away for a moment as he looked at me. The way he stroked my hair like I was his pet had my womb bristling with the need to be punched and entered. My whole body ached for him.
“I need you,” I whimpered, spreading my knees wider as I knelt for him. “I feel so hollow. I need you in me, all the way in me.”
Swallowing some seed didn’t mean that heat wave was anywhere close to being over.
My balls were heavy and painful with the need to mate, even though omegas weren’t the ones who produced seed.
My cock bounced in front of me with even the slightest movement.
I was going to go crazy if he didn’t pound me hard.
“I’ve got you,” Shawn said, unbuttoning his jacket and throwing it aside, then tearing through the rest of the task of undressing like there was a prize for speed.
I didn’t wait for him. I scrambled onto my mattress and practically threw myself into the omega mating position.
I gripped my bedspread and lifted my hips as high as I could, bracing my knees as far apart as I could while still maintaining my balance.
My hole was all the way on offer for my alpha, and it did its part and dripped slick like a fountain while waiting for him.
I didn’t know if I was helping or hurting things by making wild sounds of invitation as I wiggled my hips for him.
“Holy fuck,” Shawn gasped as he kicked aside his trousers and underwear and turned to look at me.
I could only barely see him in the position I was in, but his eyes went wide and dark with lust as he stared at my heat-primed hole.
He must have felt how desperate I was for relief.
Without any niceties, he moved up behind me, grabbed my hips hard enough to leave bruises, and pushed into me like he couldn’t help himself.
He probably couldn’t help himself. He fucked me like he couldn’t have stopped if he’d tried either.
It was as powerful as if we were playing some scene and he was the most brutal of Doms. It felt so good after going through that first wave alone that I went completely limp, weeping with the pleasure and release of it all as he rearranged my insides.
His tip was at the mouth of my womb in seconds, and each drilling punch he made against its tight, sensitive entrance had me exploding into orgasm and shooting cum across my bed.
I lost touch with reality for a second. It was just me and Shawn and the overwhelming relief that I wasn’t alone in a dangerous situation anymore.
I gave up everything, letting him fuck me until his knot swelled, making my insides feel impossibly full and joining us together.
It wasn’t a breeding orgasm, but it almost didn’t matter.
I was safe. My alpha was there to protect and breed me.
I didn’t need to worry about anything else at all.
Shawn’s intense movements slowed down, and with a spent groan, he wrapped his arms around me and took me with him when he collapsed to the bed. “That was something else,” he panted as he held me close.
He rocked into me a few times, giving us both aftershock orgasms that felt like heaven.
I didn’t even care that my bedspread was now a mess and I would have to figure out how to wash it without Mr. Tindall getting in the way.
But for now, Mr. Tindall was a gnat buzzing somewhere else in the room.
My world was me and my alpha, and that was it.
For about five, blissful minutes.
“Are you okay?” Shawn asked when the intensity of the wave flattened out to plain old drowsiness.
“I am now,” I panted, snuggling back against him. “I was so scared.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said, kissing the top of my head and squeezing me tight.
I was in heaven. I didn’t want the moment to end. I wouldn’t have been able to sell myself to anyone else, but if Shawn wanted me to be his sex slave and breeding omega, I would give myself to him for Christmas wrapped up in a bow.
“We can’t stay here,” Shawn said a second later, wrecking the perfect, peaceful lull I’d fallen into.
“What?” I asked groggily. “You’re leaving me? One wave and you’re leaving me?”
I was suddenly fully awake, and since Shawn’s knot had gone down, I was able to wriggle free of him and curl into a ball again at the damp end of the bed.
“No!” Shawn said, sitting up and reaching for me. “No, that’s not what I meant at all. I mean we can’t stay here for the rest of your heat in this apartment. It’s not safe.”
My face flushed with embarrassment. So he did think my place was a dump after all.
He said “not safe”, but I knew it was more than that.
I could tell from the way he looked around as he stood and started to get dressed again.
And he was right. My apartment was cheap and barren, but it was all that I could afford.
“Can you get dressed?” he asked. “Is it too much?”
Well, he knew something about omega heats, like how wearing clothes felt like rolling around in sandpaper.
“I think so,” I said, dragging myself to my feet and lurching toward the old bookshelf that served as a bureau for my clothes. “Why?”
“I’m getting you out of here,” he said, all sexy and full of alpha authority again. “Pack whatever you need for a few days. Pack everything for the rest of your life. I’m getting you out of here for the rest of your heat at least. After that, we’ll talk about it.”
I was too relieved, and too close to another heat wave, to argue with him. I just rushed to do everything he said with a smile on my face.