35. Maisie
maisie
There’s a low hum next to my ear and I groan as I shift my body. I’m sweltering, but there’s still this deep ache that won’t go away.
I can’t help but to whine, because I need an Alpha. The noise seems to help them understand what they need to do.
The strong scent of tobacco and vanilla fills my nose, and I hum in approval. When I blink open my eyes, his handsome face is right there. He has some light stubble growing on his chin and I rub my hand along it before dragging my hand down his body to grab his cock.
The Alpha laughs, but doesn’t hesitate in crawling on top of my body. We’re nearly on top of my other Alpha, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, I know he likes it.
He likes to watch, as he should.
My sweet Alpha, the one that makes my heart feel light and my problems minuscule, looks down at me like my world ends and begins with him and he smiles.
“You’re so beautiful, this almost doesn’t feel real.”
With that, I grab his knot, ensuring him that this is indeed real, while also directing him gently to my pussy, telling him what I want.
Luckily, he doesn’t need any further direction as he slowly presses himself inside me. The relief is near instant, but I know his knot and cum will make me feel even better.
I part my lips to beg, but no words come out, just a noise of frustration. His brows furrow, and I use the heel of my foot hooking around his waist, pressing his body against mine. He moans, giving me exactly what I want, no, what I deserve, as his knot glides into my core.
I toss my head back in relief as his knot swells, stretching me and taking away the ache. He feels perfect as he holds his weight above me, his hips rutting against me harshly until he floods me with his cum, which eases the pain even more.
He braces his weight on his forearms as he lies on top of me and I run my nails over his hair, bringing his mouth to my neck. My Alpha sucks and kisses the skin, not giving me what I really want, and I sigh dramatically.
“One day, hopefully soon, my mark will be right here,” he says with a kiss on my throat. “I’ll need a bonding ring or something too so that all the tourists who come on tours know that I’m a happily taken man.”
That has me turning into his shoulder and sinking my own teeth into his skin. He said he needed a mark for others to know who he belongs to and I’ve solved the problem, because he’s mine.
He hisses, but accepts the bite that won’t bond us, but it looks good on him nonetheless.
“You’re very bitey during heat, pet,” he says and I just hold him closer to me.
“You alright?” our Pack Alpha says.
Of course he’s alright, he’s knotted inside me, wearing my mark just as a good Alpha should.
“Yeah, I’m good. In control,” he says.
He knows how I feel about his response, the way my needy pussy grips his knot even harder. He moans into my neck and, fully sated, I drift back off to sleep.
My back is pressed against the bathroom wall, my Alpha’s mouth against my throat, his cock deep inside me as I grab his neck and press his face even closer to my throat.
He shows off his strength, easily holding me as he fucks me. My slick drips against the floor with an audible splash with each of his thrusts.
I want him to bite me.
He’s the Alpha that didn’t want me at first and thinking about it is sending me into a spiral. He’s deep inside me, but he won’t mark me. Maybe he doesn’t want to, maybe he still wants that other Omega.
I push at his chest and his dark brows furrow as he looks down at me. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I shove at him again, even though he’s like a boulder, unmoving.
What’s wrong? What could possibly be wrong?
As if I could forget that god awful scent. I can feel his rejection of our bond. He doesn’t want me like that. He’s just doing the right thing.
His cock slips out of me, which makes me whine, as he sits me on top of the vanity.
“Are you hurting?” he asks.
Only emotionally and physically, yet I can’t express the words, which makes me even more frustrated. Tears leak from my eyes, and the Alpha looks panicked as he uses his massive thumbs to wipe them away.
“Where does it hurt?” he asks and I point at my chest, right where my heart is.
He covers my hand with his own, his face littered with concern. I shift my hand to my neck, hoping that he understands what I want—what I need.
Understanding takes over his face and he takes my face into his two big palms and stares at me. With the tears and without my glasses, all his features are hard to see up close, but I know from memory that he’s beautiful. I want him to want me as much as I want him.
“I haven’t earned it yet, Maisie.”
I sniffle, because shouldn’t that be up to me?
“I need to court you, show you I can be the Alpha you need. But I swear on everything, I want you so fucking bad. I wanted you even when I wasn’t supposed to. You’re my scent match, and we will be a pack, but not until I’ve proven my worth.”
My sigh of irritation makes him laugh, but he brings his lips to mine. His sea spray scent washes over me, and suddenly I forget what I was upset about. A cramp takes over and now all I can think about is his knot deep inside me.
He remedies this immediately, grabbing my hips and planting me on the edge of the vanity before thrusting inside me and giving me what my body needs—well, mostly.
My grip on his thick hair is brutal as his tongue lashes against my cunt.
When he pauses, I complain, which has him lightly slapping my pussy with his hand. I toss my head back with pleasure as he slides multiple fingers inside me. His other hand presses down on my abdomen, feeling the curl of his fingers inside me.
He glances up at me as his beard is coated in my slick; it feels like a claiming, as if I’ve marked him in the most primal way possible.
I’m clenching around his fingers and the Alpha looks at me like I’m the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
“Come for me, and I’ll give you my knot,” he says, his fingers increasing pace, and the pressure of his hand on my stomach increasing.
I stare at him with parted lips as the ecstasy builds and builds. My thighs tremble, but his large body keeps me spread wide. A foreign feeling zips down my center, and all I can do is let out a cry as my orgasm hits me.
His fingers don’t stop as slick gushes out of me. The Alpha leans forward, licking the mess up with his tongue.
My body falls limp against the bed, completely spent, but I need more. I feel defeated, wanting this ache to end, but it won’t stop.
“Shh. I’ve got you sweet girl, I’ve always got you,” he says and I nod in agreement. I trust him implicitly and I know that I’m safe with him, always.
He scoops me off the wet spot we just left, cradling me against his large body and lying me on my side on the nest bed.
We’re facing one another as he grabs my leg, stretching it over his hips, and gently sliding his cock inside me. I can feel the pain across my muscles and body, but yet I still need this. I need the relief only a knot can give me, even if everything else hurts.
He holds me as he slowly thrusts into me.
“It’s almost over. You’re doing so good. I lo”—He clears his throat—“ve being inside of you. Such a sweet Omega.”
He knots me, giving me what my body needs, yet I still ache for so much more. I need his bond so bad, I’m not sure which need plagues me more.