Fourteen
There’s an imaginary road stretching in front of me, one I haven’t had reason to think much about.
One direction has me stuttering out some nonsense about needing time, about not knowing him, about not being healed enough to take joy from something physical.
But the other? Oh, she is a heady fucking bitch curled up and pulling me in the other direction.
Fast. Also, reminding me I just got a fresh birth control shot at my daddy alpha Jos’ checkup.
I could give in, she tells me, let the hot alpha have his wicked way with me and ease the pain in a way that’s never been eased before.
Choices, choices.
Gods, the idea of just sinking onto a thick alpha cock for once instead of making do with painfully small fingers, in a workshop that reeks of rich teakwood and sweaty alpha, has my thighs clenching tightly around him underneath me.
It’s not enough. I’m too empty.
“Wouldn’t it piss off the rest of the pack if you claimed me without some sort of group vote?”
He lets out this heady, self-pleased laugh that does things to me. “They can suck my dick if they think they get any damn say in when and how I claim my omega. Maybe we’ll invite them into the bedroom next time.”
“I’m a handful, I promise. You’re going to get annoyed with me and probably have moments of doubt for making me yours permanently.”
Monet shakes his head, his wavy hair tickling my skin.
“Baby, if docile omega was what I was after, you really think I’d be offering to claim you in my fucking workshop?
I want someone real, someone that can take advantage of any situation and grab the life they want.
So, I’m offering you this chance now; take what you fucking want without anyone else telling you you can’t.
I want you to be the most selfish fucking version of you you’ve ever been and tell me exactly where I should plant my teeth and gnaw on you, then you’re going to take me to the fucking hilt and let me knot this virgin omega pussy that’s never going to know anyone else’s knots outside my pack.
Does that sound like something you can handle? ”
I promise I am not in control of the angle my back arches into or the sounds that erupt from my throat, because I’m gone. One way ticket, bags packed, house sold, gone. “Over my fucking throat so I can never hide it.”
His answering smile is so damn predatory and delicious that another one of those sounds escapes from me. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a hair tie, pulls his hair away from the narrow edge of his jaw and cheekbones, and then falls into place.
He’s not shy about pulling my legs wide open and pushing his hardness against me, and it’s a hedonistic preview of what’s to come.
I feel the warmth of his breath on my skin first, the thrust of his still jean-clad hips against the soft fabric covering my center, then the hot, wet stripe of his tongue as it laves at the skin on my throat, coating me in his pheromones that should help numb me for a mating bite.
Next comes the prickle of teeth, gently at first as he thrusts against my center again, a careful exploration of hands under my waistband exactly where I need him, slipping through the pool of slick I’m producing for him.
He groans something awful, something deep and twisted, then sinks his teeth so far under my skin that for a half second, I’m nervous he’s going to pull some bones out with him when he removes himself.
It hurts, at first, but then he’s pulling at my blood and becoming more frantic against me, using my body to chase a need we’ve both created.
Next thing I know, he’s thrusting his wrist at me, but I don’t want to mark him on the bottom of his wrist where it’s neat and tidy and easily tucked away.
I flip it over so it’s a painful, awkward angle for him before sinking my own fangs into him, gnawing at him so it scars beautifully before tasting him.
Full and sophisticated like a rare wine, he begins to fill my mouth and coat my face when I refuse to swallow, too lost in the enjoyment of our bond snapping into place.
It’s utter devastation underneath him like that, us joining together in the whirlwind of emotions we’re both feeling mixing together like some sort of sentient storm.
Eventually he starts lapping at the wound, tending to it like a responsible alpha, and I do the same for him. I don’t think I’ll ever fit the bill of a responsible omega, but to recreate this feeling, I might be willing to pretend on occasion.
He looks down at me then in a way no one has ever looked at me before, laying me bare. I can only stare back, startled, in wonder, at how incredibly enriched I feel.
“My. Fucking. Omega.”
I nod, biting my lip and daring to check out the goods I just signed onto for life.
He starts stripping so quickly that he quickly tangles himself up, going so far as to thrash and smack into the cabinet behind us that gives a precarious wobble before resettling.
“Maybe you should let me help,” I offer in a selfless pledge.
He pulls me to standing, kisses me to remind me exactly what we’re trying to be in the middle of, and then lifts my hands for the sole purpose of putting them on the clothing I want gone.
“Please be bossy. Be selfish. Take what you want, omega.”
I always thought that if I ever was freed from my prison and allowed around other people, and the times I went so far as to imagine being with an alpha in this way, my first time having sex would be soft and gentle, him taking his time with me on a feather duvet and soft pillows, maybe some stars twinkling outside a picture window.
He’d lie me down carefully and get me completely bare before kissing every inch of me and working me open slowly in an effort to not hurt me.
I’d be trembling, nervous, letting the alpha do what alphas are known for doing and taking control of the situation.
What I’m getting is so much worse and so much better at the same damn time.
When I pull the shirt off his chest, I pull it to my face first to inhale him, getting weak-kneed at the strength of his scent left behind on the fabric. Then I dumbly realize the real thing is right in front of me, and I’m sure I go into some sort of omega frenzy.
My nails feel more like claws as I pull his belt apart and make every inch of his skin appear, then I’m pushing him down to the ground, having an out of body experience as I attack.
I don’t even know where my clothes land, and at the moment, I don’t care; because I’m dripping wet, I’m newly claimed, and there’s a moody vampire underneath me fucking me with his eyes.
“Go slow, Omega. It’s going to hurt your first time.”
I snarl at him, getting in his face, only to feel a spurt of warmth against my leg. “Did you just ejaculate?”
He shakes his head, eyes pinching shut. “No, but with that tone, I’m damn close. Fine. Do what you will. Just make yourself feel good. Take that ache away, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Alpha,” I bite out as I straddle him and sink onto his very large alpha cock. It’s not even quite proportionate for the narrowness of his frame, but I will not be the one that raises questions.
It does pinch, but the promised relief of feeling him completely inside of me, in a place no alpha or other person has ever touched before, makes me too greedy to take the appropriate pace.
All my omega cares about is being satisfied, of being filled by alpha cock and knotted to within an inch of our life.
My muscles don’t do too well when I try to ride him. I’m too weak to make much progress, but when his hands bracket my hips and guide me down, farther each time, until all I feel under my bottom is his pelvis and the squish of his balls, we both freeze to soak in the brand-new feeling.
“You just…sucked…me…right the fuck in, didn’t you? Fuuuck. Godsdamn that’s right, Fable. Never doubted you.”
I find my hand inching to his neck, and I go with it. I squeeze that fucker tight enough he can’t talk. Or breathe. “Stop fucking talking. You’re interrupting my work.”
His eyes roll back in his head as I bounce on him, little movements that are easier for me to sustain. My breasts are most definitely flapping about as I do, but his eyes are glued to them, so I don’t think it’s a bad thing.
As focused as I am on the incredible fullness blooming inside of me, I nearly yelp when he sneaks his other hand to my front to rub determined circles against my clit.
That intensifies the way he feels inside of me so damn much it’s criminal.
I fall forward automatically, changing the angle, and everything shifts again.
The next time I rise up, he takes advantage of the space by fucking up into me, uncaring now about hurting me in his desperate attempt to make me come.
Well, he’s most certainly trying to make himself come as well, but the rush of feral energy down the bond brings me even further, and the filthy sound of skin slapping against skin echoes loudly around us, my hand landing on something hard and shiny on the ground.
Phone, maybe, but when I try to move my hand away from it, the screen sticks to it, so I stop bothering with it and give all my focus back to the alpha that’s currently ravaging my insides.
His knot begins to inflate, teasing at my already raw entrance, and I want to panic at how I’m already so full and can’t possibly take more, but then my omega snarls inside of me and forces me to take it, to be grateful for it, and with the next snap of his hips, he’s lodged inside of me, tugging at me, making me fucking scream so loud that some birds outside startle and take off.
Hot warmth bathes my insides, making me whole in a way I’ve never known as his knot continues to throb against all my sensitive tissue, expanding and expanding until it’s finally done and I’m mute from white-hot pleasure.
The achy throb that was in my stomach is now full of alpha vampire cum and I’m pretty sure it’s throwing a rave.
Monet is wild underneath me, head thrashing, teeth bared, growling in a possessive way as I continue to work through the intense orgasm with my vocal cords. Then it all ends suddenly, leaving us in a wave of tingles and oversensitivity that’s almost as good as the orgasm itself.
“You did so good for me, Fable baby. Took your first knot so damn well. My bite looks incredible on you.”
I can only moan in response, giving my hips an experimental thrust that has us both gasping for air again.
His knot will take a little time to go down, so when I’m done playing with him, Monet adjusts us so I’m tucked against his front with my leg thrown over his hip, both of us on our sides and curled together.
My head is on his arm, his breath in my hair, and it’s the most peace I’ve ever felt.
“Where the fuck are you, Monet? You better tell me right fucking now or so help me gods I’m going to fucking break every damn thing in your room.”
The growl over the speaker startles us both out of our haze quickly, making us search around until our eyes both fall on the perpetrator at the same time.
I must have pressed some buttons on Monet’s phone (that clearly has absolutely no security) mid-fucking, because it’s on an active phone call with Edric, who is breathing incredibly heavy into the phone.
“You…heard…absolutely all of that, then?” I ask quietly, too timid for how wild I was just moments before. I don’t know this alpha, though, and I don’t have any parameters of expected behavior yet.
“I heard more than enough. Omega, where are you?”
I look down at Monet, whose mouth retches into a cheshire grin as he responds for me. “Jealous, E?”
“I just had to listen to our omega scream into my ear while the ridiculously wet sounds of slick being used echoed. What do you think?”
Monet pulls the phone up and presses a button, then looks to me. “I muted him. Do you feel like spending time with another of your alphas? You want to go out to eat?”
“Like, at a restaurant? Is that allowed?”
He’s amused. “Yes. People are in fact allowed to eat at restaurants.”
“Is…Moon invited?”
“Hell no.”
I take the phone from him, sucking in air when my hips automatically pull against Monet’s knot. Edric held me at the other house, I think. I remember broad shoulders, dark with ink even through the t-shirt he was wearing, and of course, novelty abs.
I try to figure out which button to press while Edric rants and threatens Monet some more, until Monet shows me how to unmute him.
The sound of my voice makes him halt his tirade instantly, and I get a thrill of power through my veins which Monet acknowledges with a squeeze to my hip. “Alpha?”
“Gods fucking damn it, Fable. Are you okay? Did he coerce you into something you weren’t ready for? Because I’ve got this tool at work that would be great for ripping out his intestines.”
“Umm…that’s alarming, and good to know. But no. I promise I wanted it.”
Edric lets out a relieved rush of air, and something settles down the line. “Good. That’s good. Do you…need anything?”
Monet encourages me with a smile, and a small hip thrust that sends me reeling and moaning into the phone, surely torturing the poor alpha on the other end of it further. “Dinner? With you? I mean, with us. Me and Monet.”
There’s a dirty sounding flesh on flesh rhythm that starts on his end. “Are you knotted right now, Omega? Tell me.”
“Oh, he’s totally jacking off right now,” Monet amusedly tells me.
My eyes go wide and oh gods, the rush. Maybe being an omega really isn’t so bad. “So fucking knotted,” I whine as Monet starts pushing into me yet again.
Edric grunts and the sound intensifies as Monet plays me like a tambourine, making me mad with renewed lust until I cough up yet another orgasm through my ravaged body.
I’m left shaking and weak in the aftermath, his body stiffening as he most likely comes again inside of me, and then Edric makes a similar sound, a groan echoing through the speaker and right into my ears, making the whole situation even better.
“Best orgasm of my fucking life and you’re not even in the same room as me. Gods, you’re going to ruin us, aren’t you?”
I feel a wicked grin tip on my tips. “Absolutely obliterate, hopefully.”
I can’t make out what he’s doing now, but it’s quiet and I’m actually starved for his icy blond hair with the braids he wears off to the side, shaved sides and the rough jaw and the piercings up and down his ear. I want to lick them and…fuck. I cannot be needy already.
“Dinner. Text me when you’re ready. I’m going to…clean up. Thank you, Omega, for taking such good care of your alpha. Invite me earlier next time, would ya?”
He clicks off and I’m left in a puddle of exhaustion, slightly dozing off until the wet pull of a spent cock startles me back into wakefulness.
“I’m carrying you inside exactly like this, and I’m going to draw you a bath with all the best salts that Calloway got you, and then we’re going to get ready for our first date. Don’t be surprised if a few more end up joining us.”