CHAPTER TWELVE - Lyla
I remembered being woken up a few times by Ozzi and gently encouraged to drink some water. Then it was a protein shake and cold cloths. He had the patience of a saint when I really only wanted to sleep and acted like a spoiled brat.
Jason never moved from my side. Even in my dreams, he was there with his mouth on my pussy making me scream.
When the morning light streaming through my blinds finally coaxed me out of my porno dreamland, I was on fire.
Every part of me felt like I was in a boiling pot, and my slick had drenched both me and the sheets.
I’d never experienced heat triggered by a compatible Alpha.
I’d just had little tastes feeling like bad menstrual cramps.
Yet with this bellowing ache, my first instinct was to reach for Rudolph, but then I brushed against the snoozing hunk of an Alpha next to me and turned to face him.
Oh fuck, he was beautiful. His usually hard masculine features were softened by sleep and his hair splayed out around him like some wicked barbarian. The blanket only covered half of him, but I could tell his dreams were just as arousing as mine.
Ever so slowly, I tugged the sheet and eased it off his groin. The hint of a tattoo I saw last night was revealed as a star. No, it had six points like an asterix, but it was thick and had a heartbeat line coming off it.
The blanket tumbled off the rest of the way with his twitching erection, and all other thoughts fled my mind. God, he was huge. Thick and sleek with a vein running up one side. It jerked as if it knew I was looking at it.
I wanted him in me. My body screamed for me to climb on top of him and ride this gorgeous Alpha like there was no tomorrow.
But if he was that big now, how much would he swell when he knotted? Holy Saint Nick, there was no way I could handle that. I was a virgin and I hadn’t even used tampons before.
“Are you going to keep looking or are you going to touch it?” Jason’s soft voice made me yip, and my face went hot with embarrassment. He knew I was staring at his dick. His dick!
“I… just…” I couldn’t find the words. My hands fluttered up to cover my face, but he grabbed hold of one of my wrists and guided my hand down.
“Wrap your fingers around me, Lyla.” His Alpha’s croon was rich with sin. My inner muscles clenched and I whimpered.
My fingertips connected with his cock. I brushed them along its length. The skin was silkier than I anticipated and as hot as my hand. I kept the trail going after I traced over the base and to his scrotum. Soft and wrinkled, it tightened as I caressed it.
Jason drew in a hissing breath. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
I continued to explore and loving how he reacted to my every touch. Look at me, having an Alpha squirm with just one hand. It was empowering and so fucking erotic. Fresh slick wet the inside of my thighs, but I ignored it.
Wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, I stroked him a few times. Jason groaned and reached for me. “Baby, I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside of you. Come here.”
Two sides of me battled. One was like no! I was a virgin. I couldn’t let an Alpha have this control over me. Plus, I barely knew him. The other side was shouting out wheeee! Yes! Take the Alpha for a ride!
I’d always make fun of women in romances who went back and forth about a guy. Yeah, it was to create conflict, but I wanted them to jump his bones. Hell, I wanted to do the same to Jason.
But that conflict was real. Oh God, it was powerful. My body demanded the knot while my mind refused to give control to any Alpha.
Jason tugged me toward him. His eyes glimmered with predatory desire.
I would not become my mom. I would not!
“I’m a virgin and I’m not ready yet!” I blurted it out and cringed, waiting for his disappointment or even anger. This is why unclaimed Omegas were never left alone with Alphas. If he decided to take what he wanted, what could I do about it?
Thankfully Jason grinned at my hasty confession. “I can wait. I’ll wait forever if need be. But that pussy needs some attention.” He slid a hand between my legs and made me gasp as he rubbed me. “Sit on my face, baby.”
My cheeks heated. “I haven’t showered and—”
“Even better. I love your scent.” Jason was a dirty man, and it was turning me on even more. Pushing past my timidity, I let him pull me by my hips to reverse straddle his head. He inhaled and growled. “Fuck. You’re divine.”
He drew me down farther and his tongue swiped over my pussy.
I cried out, quivering as I tried to keep from smothering him.
But he didn’t seem to care as he pulled me more firmly onto his face.
He dove in with the hunger of a starving man.
He’d eaten me out last night, but it still didn’t prepare me for this.
His mouth covered me, sucking and nipping, fucking me with his tongue.
Head spinning with the intensity of the sensations, I fell forward across his chest and stared down at his massive erection. A glob of pre-cum glistened on the tip and my mouth watered. I flattened myself against him and stretched my head forward to flick my tongue out over his cock’s head.
Jason moaned and lifted his hips. “That’s right, gorgeous.” His words vibrated against my thrumming pussy. “Suck me. Drink me down.”
I licked him again and again. The sweetness of his pearly drops surprised me. I couldn’t get enough.
Spreading my labia, Jason eased a finger into me along with his tongue. I clenched around it, whimpering at how incredible it felt. If his digit filled me like this, would he even be able to get this monster dick inside of me?
I swirled my tongue around the head of his erection and latched on to suckle. My rewards were sexy groans from him, another mouthful of that immensely sweet pre-cum, and the cranking up of my desire for more. I took hold of his length and jerked him, smoothing the motion with my saliva.
My porno dreams were one thing, but this, this was what would land me on Santa’s naughty list.
Jason’s hips rocked with my hand. His growls encouraged me to keep going. His shaft throbbed and thickened. I cupped his scrotum and sucked harder as I felt his balls tighten.
I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste all of him.
This was worse than my craving for Christmas cookies. It was like if I didn’t get his cum, I would die.
My hand jerked him faster. I locked my mouth around his bulbous cock’s head and slowly drew it in as far as I could as he kept me pressed to his face.
I didn’t even realize I was grinding against his mouth until my orgasm hit. I screamed around his dick, refusing to let it loose from between my lips. His rumbling of pleasure sent me higher.
Blissful tremors made me quake, and I had no warning other than the sudden swelling of his erection’s head that he was going to explode. A thick jet of cum hit the back of my throat and I nearly gagged.
Jason roared with it and went back to lapping at my pussy. “Swallow, baby. Swallow it all.”
He didn’t have to tell me. I wanted it. I let his cum coat the inside of my. Thicker and creamier than pre-cum, but with its own musky sweetness.
I drank and drank. It seemed never-ending and a strange euphoria came over me.
Only when his member began to soften did I release it. I rested my head against his lower abdomen, breathing heavily. Jason slowly caressed my legs and butt. His heat waved over my pussy with each of his breaths.
I hadn’t been knotted, but the insistent ache between my legs had greatly eased. Maybe all I had to do was drink an Alpha’s cum. I could keep my virginity and not lose myself to any man. If my heat was different from other Omega’s, why couldn’t the way it was quelled be different?
Perhaps it was nonsense, but I didn’t care. I was a bit light-headed, but I felt good. Really good.
Carefully moving around, I turned my body so that I could kiss Jason. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him chest to chest. His face was coated in my juices, but I didn’t care. I kissed him and smiled. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you.” Jason gave me a squeeze. “That was the best damn blow job I ever had.”
A bolt of fury went through me. He’d been with other women? Fuck. Of course he had. Why would I think otherwise? The world went red.
I dug my nails into his arms and gritted my teeth. How dare any other woman touch him? I’d kill them. Rip them apart!
As fast as it came on, it was gone, and I blinked several times. Never once had I ever experienced such intense rage before. Sure, I could get righteously angry about how Omegas are treated or if someone didn’t treat animals kindly, but this was new, and it was something I didn’t want to deal with.
“Lyla?” Jason brushed his fingers over my cheek.
I pushed up and jumped out of my bed. Then, as if suddenly realizing I was naked, I wrapped my arms around myself. “Um, I need a shower. Really need one. Hadn’t had one in a few days. Stinky me!”
Jason rolled onto his side with a sexy languor. “You don’t stink at all, gorgeous. You smell like sex and me.” He smiled, clearly pleased with that fact. “Come back to bed.”
“I really want a shower.” I inched backwards toward my bathroom. Maybe if I put a wall between us, I wouldn’t feel this mighty pull to him.
“Then I’ll come with you.” He sat up and stretched. Those arms, that chest… He was a sexy powerhouse.
“I need space. You stay here. Please.” I darted into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it. Not wanting to hear if he was following, I leapt into the tub and turned on the water. I squealed with the cold spray, but as it warmed, I stood panting under it.
I slept with an Alpha. A very alpha Alpha at that. And I liked it. A lot.
Was this how it started for my mom? Was this what Mariska was going through right now? I saw how she looked at the Alphas of her pack. I could ask…
My phone was somewhere in my bedroom. That would mean I’d have to go back in there and resist Jason.
I mean, I shouldn’t have to resist him. I was only helping myself through my heat. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. I’d enthusiastically told Mariska to do so when she was struggling with it. Boy, was I naive.
My world in the past few years living at Primrose House had become happy and clear.
I was on my way to being a great success with my holiday fashion line.
I had no contact with Alphas, and I hadn’t craved it.
There was no risk of letting any Alpha muddle my brain so the only thing I could think about was him.
Focused and with the support of several wonderful folks including my best friends and housemother, my dreams were coming true.
The suddenness of my heat was a disaster, but I wasn’t going to let it make me into a simpering Omega wanting only to please her Alpha. I was stronger than that.
There was a knock at the bathroom door. If Jason came into the shower with me, we’d get dirty again. But, mm, to suck that big cock of his again and drink his sweet cum…
Stronger, Lyla!
I stuck my head under the spray and drowned out my nympho tendencies as well as the rest of the world.