Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
ALARIC
The nest is dark except for the low glow of the fireplace.
Lorenzo, Marcus, and Ryker are sprawled out across the massive circular cushion, dead asleep after hours of breeding our omega.
Rex is outside on guard duty, patrolling the grounds to make sure that piece of shit Keith doesn’t come sniffing around.
I volunteered for the late shift just so I could have time with her.
Anya is lying on her belly, face turned to the side, curly blond hair spilling across the pillow.
Her little pink hair-tie is still holding her ponytail, sparkling faintly in the firelight.
She’s wearing nothing but a thin white nightgown that’s ridden all the way up to her waist. Her legs are slightly parted, and even in her sleep, she’s moaning softly, hips twitching.
My cock is rock-hard in my fist.
I stroke it slowly, squeezing the thick shaft as I watch her.
Pre-cum leaks over my knuckles with every pass.
There’s something darkly satisfying about standing over her like this.
My innocent little omega writhing in her sleep, body burning with heat, is completely unaware that I’m jerking my cock while I stare at her dripping cunt.
She’s mine.
I can’t wait any longer.
I move silently onto the nest and kneel between her spread thighs.
Gently, I push her legs wider apart. The nightgown slides higher, fully exposing her.
Fuck. Her pussy is a soaked, puffy mess.
The outer lips are swollen and glistening, flushed dark pink from hours of use.
Her tight little hole keeps clenching and fluttering, pushing out thick strands of slick that drip down onto the blankets in shiny strings.
Even her asshole is shiny with it, winking softly with every unconscious roll of her hips.
She’s in full heat. Desperate. Needy.
Anya whimpers in her sleep and lifts her ass higher, arching like a cat in heat, instinctively presenting her dripping cunt to me. The movement makes more slick trickle out of her hole.
A low, possessive growl rumbles in my chest.
I grab two big handfuls of her perfect ass, fondling the soft, plump cheeks reverently.
I squeeze them hard, then spread them wide, opening her completely.
Leaning down, I drag my tongue slowly from her clit all the way up, licking every drop of her sweet slick before swirling around her tight little asshole.
She tastes like heaven.
I bury my face between her cheeks and devour her like a starving man. I suck her pussy hard, lips sealed around her dripping hole as I thrust my tongue deep inside her. Slick floods my mouth in hot, sweet waves. I groan against her cunt, the vibration making her moan louder.
I squeeze her ass cheeks together tightly, then pull them apart again, forcing even more slick to gush out like I’m squeezing juice from a ripe nectarine. I lap it all up greedily, sucking noisily, my chin getting soaked.
Anya wakes with a gasp, pushing her ass back against my face.
“Alaric…” she moans, voice sleepy and desperate.
I pull back just enough to speak, lips shiny with her juices. “I was thirsty, little omega. Been waiting all day to drink from this pretty cunt.”
She whimpers, pushing back again.
“I’m hurting again. I need a knot. The pain is so bad…”
I smile darkly against her soaked folds. “I know it hurts, baby. But you’re going to be a good girl and spread those legs wider for me first.”
Anya immediately obeys, sliding her knees farther apart on the nest until she’s completely open, ass up, face pressed into the pillow like the perfect submissive little omega.
“Good girl,” I praise, voice low and rough. “Now arch that back. Show me how badly this pussy needs alpha cock.”
She does exactly as she’s told, pressing her chest down and lifting her ass higher. Her hole clenches visibly, begging.
Losing it completely, I line up the fat head of my cock and immediately push into her pussy.
Anya cries out into the pillow, her hands fisting the sheets. “Ahh!”
“Fuck,” I grunt, burying myself to the hilt. Her pussy is scorching hot and soaking wet, rippling around my thick shaft. I pull back and thrust in again, harder, setting a punishing rhythm. The wet, filthy sound of my cock slamming into her drenched cunt fills the nest.
I reach forward and grab her ponytail, wrapping the pink hair-tie around my fist and yanking her head back. Her back arches beautifully as I rail her.
“That’s it,” I growl, hips snapping forward. “Take every inch, omega. This greedy little pussy has been thirsty for me all day, hasn’t it? Dripping and empty, waiting for a real alpha to fill it.”
“Yes, yes,” she moans submissively, voice shaking with every hard thrust. “I need you… please don’t stop…”
I fuck her harder, my balls slapping against her clit. The way her pussy squeezes me is addictive. I’ve been waiting hours for this. I’ve been watching the others knot her, knowing I’d get her alone when she was soft and desperate in the middle of the night.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, pounding into her. “So tight. So wet. This cunt was made for pack cock.”
Anya is sobbing with pleasure now, pushing back to meet every thrust. I release her ponytail only to grip her hips with both hands, pulling her back onto my cock as I drive forward. The slap of skin on skin is loud and obscene.
I’ve been rock-hard for hours. My balls are heavy and aching. I can feel my knot starting to swell at the base of my cock, catching on her tight entrance with every stroke.
“Gonna cum inside you,” I snarl. “Gonna fill this womb until it’s overflowing.”
I slam in deep one final time and explode. Thick, powerful jets of cum shoot straight into her, painting her insides. I keep thrusting through it, grinding my swelling knot against her pussy until it pops inside with a wet sound.
Anya cries out sharply as my knot inflates rapidly, locking us together. The pressure is intense and perfect. I collapse on top of her, covering her smaller body completely with mine, my chest pressed to her back.
I wrap my arms around her protectively, hugging her tight as my knot continues to throb and spurt inside her. My mind flashes back to finding her in the woods. She was alone, freezing, terrified, in the middle of her heat. The guilt hits me like a knife.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper against her neck, kissing the claiming mark there. “I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me. When you were alone in the forest, burning and scared… I should have been with you.”
Anya turns her head slightly, panting. “It’s okay, Alaric. It’s okay.”
I shake my head, burying my face in her hair.
“It’s not. I hate that you went through that without me.
I should have protected you better.” My knot gives another heavy throb, pumping more cum into her.
“I love you, Anya. More than you know. I’ll make it up to you every single day for the rest of our lives. I swear it.”
She whimpers softly, reaching back to touch my arm. “I know you will.”
I keep kissing her neck and shoulders, slow and tender now, while my knot keeps us tied together. My body covers hers completely, shielding her even in sleep. I stay like that, draped over my omega, breathing in her scent, listening to her soft little sighs as she drifts off peacefully beneath me.