Chapter 11 Jazmine
ELEVEN
Jazmine
It’s just my Heat.
The crazy, desperate thoughts in my head were nothing more than a result of hormones going haywire. Damn Dr. Rutherford and his stupid ‘mild, regulated Heat’ speech! He was a fucking liar and this was fucking unbearable—
“Jazmine.”
Atlas’ voice was low and breathy against my skin. I shivered, tears slipping down my cheeks.
“I can ease your pain,” she whispered, her skin slick with sweat. “What you need is my knot.”
My lips parted to speak, but no words emerged, just a pathetic little noise that made my cheeks flush red.
“I can give it to you right here, right now.” The words made my omega keen inside my chest. “You want to be bred, don’t you? Deep inside, you want to spread your thighs and watch me fill your belly until you’re so fucking full—”
“Yes!” The word was a harsh whisper. “Yes, please, Atlas, but…”
Her teeth found the lobe of my ear. “But what?”
“Not here.” I said, grasping her hand even as I tried to rise. “Upstairs. My nest—I—”
She lifted me in a quick swoop with one hand braced around my waist and another beneath my knees. My squeak of surprise was cut off by her lips.
“Let me,” she whispered, heading for the stairs.
If anyone had questioned me before this moment, I could’ve sworn I was too heavy for someone to carry me up the stairs. Atlas proved me wrong.
She nuzzled close, her nose nestled in the crown of my curls and her cock half-buried in my cunt as she took each step into the loft.
“On the right,” I said, as though she couldn’t detect the scent of my nest in the bedroom.
The proximity of the soft sheets brought something to the surface. My fingers fisted over her biceps as I turned my face into the crook of her neck, searching for more of that dark citrus scent. With the way my blood was pounding through my veins, I could gorge on her pheromones until I was high.
Everything inside me burned painfully as Atlas carried me into the room, ducking slightly under the low doorframe to avoid hitting her head.
“Everything smells like you,” she began, but I was beyond words.
I fisted a hand at the nape of her neck.
“Hush—I can’t wait any longer. I need your knot.”
God, had I ever sounded so needy, so pathetic?
“It’s yours, Jazmine,” Atlas breathed, settling on the bed with me poised above her. “I’m yours. Use me however you want.”
The words tipped me over the edge. I anchored myself against Atlas’ shoulders and let myself slide along the ridge of her cock.
Atlas squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers digging firmly into my hips. I knew I’d have bruises there for days to come, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wanted bruises from Atlas—I relished the reminder that an Alpha had fucked me and knotted me and come inside me…
Oh fuck, I’d missed this. The slap of our bodies coming together, skin against skin, the obscene schlick of Atlas’ cock each time it slammed into my pussy.
But the thing I’d missed most of all was…
The sound of an Alpha’s pleasure curling under my ribs and making my heart stutter.
God, it had been years since I’d heard that feverish noise, the little half-growls as Atlas pushed against my body seeking desperate pleasure. I matched her rhythm, moving my hips in tandem with each thrust, riding her cock like I was made for it, for this, for her.
My Heat twisted everything in my line of vision into strange things. The light bent out of shape, the glass on the window swirling like a psychedelic trip.
When Atlas palmed my ass and flipped us over, rutting into me like a beast, grunting and shivering and choking on her breaths, something inside me gave up.
The part of me that tried to hang on to a modicum of control melted away, leaving me open and pliant for Atlas’ cock.
My body remembered what I’d forced myself to forget. Reason and logic had fled—there was only instinct left.
Submit, omega.
Atlas didn’t have to say a word—the thick, girthy cock pounding between my thighs forced my limbs to go weak.
The rut took over and my muscles clenched tighter and tighter still.
“Jazmine.” My name was a strangled sound on her lips. “Y-you’re squeezing me so tight.”
Sweat dripped down Atlas’ curls and trickled onto my forehead.
The broken words made my inner walls clench, and I chased the high with quick flicks of my hips.
“Not yet,” she breathed, and my omega reacted to the command in her voice. “Not until I’ve knotted you.”
But the pleasure was too much. I felt myself falling, giving into the delicious pressure of Atlas’ cock.
“Fight it, Jaz,” she shivered. “I want you to come with me.”
With each word, she ground herself against my pussy, trying to get her knot past my entrance. Pain and pleasure intertwined as I teetered on the edge, needing to fall yet trying to be good…
She was too big. Fuck. She wasn’t going to fit. No amount of grinding was going to make that thick muscle breach the reddened mess of my pussy…
I yelped as Atlas’ teeth latched onto my mating gland, biting down hard enough to make me see stars. I stilled, yielding to her claim, my body relaxing just enough for her to slip in.
A howl tore from my throat.
Dear god. I struggled to contain the knot. It was too big, too hard, too unyielding. I tried to breathe around it, through it, past it, but each breath only reminded me that Atlas owned me now.
My teeth chomped in the air, wishing for a taste of her own flesh yielding under mine, but sobbed instead at the fullness she pounded into me with every breath.
Yes, yes, yes!
The gush of fluid between my legs brought a wail to my throat. Relief unfurled in my chest as Atlas shivered, using my body for her pleasure.
Use me, use me, use me.
My omega insisted that Atlas was exactly where she needed to be. Fuck the pain, fuck the unbearable pressure. I needed to be filled by this Alpha until she lay limp and lifeless. Her only thought should be me.
I pushed her curls back with the flat of my palm and leaned forward, my spine stretching as I bared my teeth.
Her skin was salty and tight as I latched on, sucking hard and using my teeth to leave marks.
“Jazmine,” Atlas shivered, her knot pulsing around my entrance as she emptied into me, each spurt warmer than the last.
I wanted to beg for more—beg for her to fill me until my belly was round and swollen and beautiful like a well-fucked omega.
Full, so full.
I never wanted this to end.