Chapter 9 Jazmine
NINE
Jazmine
Oh fuck. It’s happening again!
It had been years since I’d felt the sudden heaviness in my breasts, longer still since my body had betrayed me. But here it was again: the telltale pinch and release of Heat milk.
As hastily as possible, I tried to cover my breasts, but Atlas held my hands, keeping me still.
I stared down in horror as the first drop of milk pearled at the tip of my right nipple. Atlas followed my gaze, panting roughly as she tried to catch her breath.
The faint droplet grew thicker until it slid down my breast and wet my stomach. Mortifying!
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, trying to reach for my robe or a pillow or a blanket to mop up the mess I was about to make. But Atlas laced her fingers through mine.
“About what?” Atlas’ voice was a rasp, her eyes following the wet trail of my milk.
“I, uh, I know this isn’t normal,” I blurted. “My body reacts differently to a Heat. I can’t stop it, I’m sorry.”
Her fingers grazed my cheeks, drawing my gaze to hers.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Jaz,” she said, her tongue wetting her lips. “There’s nothing to be ashamed about either. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How any Alpha with a working brain would fight to the death to be able to drink from an omega in Heat?”
A flash of warmth touched my cheeks, and I wanted desperately to drop my gaze from hers, but she was too quick. Her fingers clasped my chin and held steady.
“Don’t look away from me,” she said, her voice low. “Not when I’m trying to worship you.”
“Worship me?” I asked, unable to conceal my surprise.
“Yes, Jaz.” She leaned forward, her breath hot on my skin. “Worship. That’s the only way to treat an omega like you.”
Why was my first instinct to deny her words? If anyone was going to be worshipped, it was her! Had she seen herself in a mirror lately? She was gorgeous beyond my wildest dreams and—
My spiralling thoughts splintered as her lips latched on to my nipple and suckled, drawing a steady flow onto her tongue.
I watched, jaw slack, as her eyes slid shut in pleasure. A groan reverberated between us as she savored the taste of my milk.
“Do you… like it?” I asked hesitantly.
“Like it?” The stutter was back in her voice. “You have no idea how you taste, omega.”
My core tightened.
“Then tell me,” I whispered. “What do I taste like to you?”
She leaned forward to lick away a little droplet from my breast. “Honey and cream and everything sweet—a concoction made just for me.”
“For you,” I repeated slowly, just to see how the words felt in my chest. It was too good, too easy.
Atlas’ eyes darkened. “Say that again.”
“It’s all for you, Atlas. Take what you want—take anything you want.”
My fingers slid away from her chin and cupped a breast, squeezing the outlines of my puffy areola until a streamer of milk burst from the tip. It arced through the air and hit Atlas squarely along the seam of her lips.
She licked it away before it could dribble down her chin.
“Again,” she ordered, and I pressed down with more force, drawing forth a gush of milk that she caught on her tongue.
“You are fucking perfect.” The words were a growl in the lowest of timbres. “Now, lie back and let me drink from you, Jaz.”
My back met the soft cushions as Atlas rose, the muscles along her arms cording tightly as she gazed down at me. Her short curls fell over her temple, but they did little to obscure the fire in her eyes.
She wanted this, wanted me, wanted every last drop of milk I had to offer.
She ducked her head, and I watched my dark nipple slip slowly into her mouth. Her tongue moved over the puffy tip, gathering any leftover residue, before her lips latched over the nipple.
“Ohmygod.”
I tried to clench my thighs together, seeking some much-needed friction, but Atlas’ taut hips were in the way. My pussy throbbed painfully with each pull of her lips as though there was a wire that connected both organs.
Suck, throb, suck, throb, suck, throb—I was going to go fucking crazy if she didn’t—
“Easy, Jaz,” she breathed wetly against my skin. “I will take care of you. I promise.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her—this perfect specimen of an Alpha. Everything she did was beyond mesmerizing. I’d never felt so seen, so cared for, so worshiped.
Her warm, wet tongue ran over my puffy nipple, lapping lightly from side to side before circling with deeper pressure until she got to the very tip. Her teeth scraped across the sensitive nub, and I felt a gush of slick slide down my thighs.
Through it all, her inky dark gaze remained on mine, forcing me to watch as she teased and tasted to her heart’s content.
Can I…? I wondered deliriously. Can I come this way? Surely not. Surely I need more to push me over the edge…
A sharp nip to my breast proved otherwise. The pleasure built faster than I could imagine, winding tighter in my belly until my fingers on her shoulders left long scrapes of red in their wake.
“Atlas, I—”
The words died a silent death as she brought her free hand to my left nipple and pinched the sensitive tip.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My pussy clenched, empty and aching for that beautiful cock she kept just out of reach.
“Atlas, please—I’m going to—I can’t stop—”
“Don’t.” I love the way the word sounded like an order. “Don’t stop, my omega.”
Her leather-clad thigh descended between my legs, pressing against the poor swollen nub that needed her attention.
It was not what I wanted, but it was enough.
I surged into the hard column of her thigh, dragging my clit over and over like my only thought was making myself come.
And in a way, it was. Each suckle made my milk flow into Atlas’ mouth.
Coupled with the heavy feel of the Alpha on top of me, and the scent that could be classified as a drug, I was helpless to deny my body.
“Come for me, omega.” Her voice barely slipped past the roar in my ears as my limbs tensed for the fall. “Come for me while I drink from you.”
I arched into her, my inner muscles clenching down on nothing. The release was short and sharp—a quick rush that left me feeling emptier than before.
I made a restless noise. Fuck, I wanted her closer with her clothes gone and her cock pressing into me. Instead, I told myself to be content with the press of her thigh and the feel of her teeth nicking my breasts.
My mouth had different ideas.
“Your cock,” I pleaded, spreading my thighs even wider to cradle her hips. “I need it. I need you.”
She let my nipple go with a wet pop, and I almost cried out at the loss of pressure.
“Soon,” she promised. “I’ll give you everything you need, Jaz. Just wait—”
But soon wasn’t soon enough.
With a needy growl, I leaned forward and drove my teeth into her neck.