Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Saylor
M y body is in motion before I even make the choice to move. I end up on all fours next to Omen’s languidly stretched-out form. He lost the sweats while I was pouting, and I lift up until I’m kneeling and pull Valor’s shirt off, tossing it by the pillows.
There’s a good chance that being surrounded by his scent when I went to sleep is what caused my system to freak out.
My nipples ache. I suck in deep hits of Valor’s scent that has now mixed with Omen’s much lighter rain and aloe-based smell. The situation between my thighs doesn’t get any less questionable as my eyes land on Omen’s lithe chest.
The man is covered in ink, littered with white scars that prove he’s had a tough life. My teeth dig into my lower lip as I take in the dual nipple piercings. They’re in the shape of a cross. I don’t know how I missed them while we were snuggling, but I think I’d like to test out if the piercings make his nipples as sensitive as mine are.
My eyes dip lower, examining all of his well-defined muscles. He’s nowhere close to as bulky as Valor, but with his frame, he doesn’t need to be. He’s got the slender build that normally signals someone is a runner or a soccer player…
And I’m not skinny.
Sure, my face is on the slender side, but I’m like an avocado—smaller up top and thicker as we go down.
“You’re dripping,” Omen says in that thick Irish accent of his. He teases a hand down his abs and through his happy trail. “But your eyes are a little clearer, so perhaps that’s a good thing.”
The descent of his fingers continues, and my core throbs as he wraps his hand around his dick. A bead of pre-cum dribbles from the tip, and my system screams at me to lick it off. Or to present and beg like an omega lost to the fog.
My head falls to the side, and I whine, baring my neck. It’s basically my system begging him to take over, but he’s not an alpha.
Omen chuckles. “Such a pouty little thing when you don’t get your way. Listen, pet, I would love to chase you, be the aggressor, give you everything your spoiled little heart desires. But I’m not an opportunist dick. You’re going to need to come to me or verbalize consent.”
Moving is so much easier than speaking, especially with the way my skin burns. My head is foggy and hyper-focused on how to get him inside me, but I’m not so far gone that I don’t know what I’m asking for.
I pounce and end up on my hands and knees over him. My hair hangs, brushing over his chest. His nipple is right there, so I give the right one a swirl of my tongue and whimper as my pussy brushes his thighs.
Omen releases his shaft and moves to grip my ribs. He tugs me up until my face hovers over his. The light greenish-gray shade of his eyes almost seems to glow in the low light, and, combined with the look on his face, he steals all the breath from my lungs.
“I’m not even an alpha, and I’m currently aching to rut you through the goddamn mattress.” He wraps a hand around the back of my head, burying his fingers in my hair and pulling my mouth to his in one swift movement. His forearm moves to the indent above my ass, and he pulls me down with his other palm planted on my hip. It drags my slick core over his cock, and I whimper against his lips. “Fuck, you’re scalding my skin. That can’t be a good sign.”
“Yeah, so do something to help. I remember you mentioning orgasms…” Pain racks through my system, and I sob. “Do that, please.”
“Make you come?”
“Yes, or fill me with yours to see if it helps.”
“Still not an alpha.” Omen rolls us before I even know what’s happening and lands between my thighs. He tugs his hand from behind my head and brushes my hair from my face.
I might not have much experience. Okay, practically none when it comes to penetrative sex—at least with another person, but I’ve got plenty of toys. I’m tired of waiting for him to make a move. My hand reaches between us, and I grip him as he pushes his mouth to mine. He’s hard, and his thick length jumps in my grasp as I squeeze him.
I could get addicted to the way his fingers dig into my jaw as he holds me in place. Stretching out my legs, I wrap my feet around the back of his thighs. It helps spread me open, and I would really like to get his cock inside me…immediately.
Omen’s free hand teases down my side, over my hip, and brushes my pelvis as he moves to tease my clit. “Goddamn, Saylor, you’re burning my skin. We might need to get V.”
“I want you,” I whisper and capture his swollen lips once more. He lowers his chest to mine and works my clit in different patterns and pressures, all while kissing me like he can’t get enough. My head is so foggy that it takes me way too long to remember I’ve still got ahold of his shaft. “Just fuck me already.”
“No.” He chuckles and snatches both of my hands, bringing them to rest over my head. His teeth dig into his lower lip as he studies my tits, which are perky and pulled tight due to the position. “You must be used to getting your way.” His tattooed fist wraps around his length as he pulls back to kneel between my thighs. “I’m not an alpha, darling. I won’t be able to fuck you fifty times in a row, and more than that, I’d like to savor the first time I slip inside you.”
“Everything aches,” I say, linking my fingers together to keep from reaching for him. “I’m not trying to be bossy or pushy, I promise.”
His head tilts, and he releases his shaft, which bounces around my thighs as he lowers himself on top of me once more. He slams his lips to mine and shoves two fingers inside me with no warning.
My back arches off the mattress, and I sob into his mouth.
“Christ, pet,” he hisses, bumping my cheek to the side and getting close to my ear. “Tell me you’re not a fucking virgin.”
“No, I’m not, I swear. My high school boyfriend and I tried, but it wasn’t great, and I asked him to stop. He got angry and left…” Speaking of stopping, I should probably stop talking. Based on the way Omen’s jaw clenches against my cheek, I don’t think I’m helping anything by continuing that story.
“Jesus, woman, and you tried to get me to just shove my cock inside you.” He nips at my ear and begins working his fingers in and out while stretching them.
The moans and sobs that spill from my lips are only slightly less embarrassing than the wet sounds that fill the air as he fucks me with his hand.
I’m more obsessed with the way he cages me in with his strong form as he licks and sucks at my neck. Heat pulses through my body, and my pheromones flood the air.
Omen curses. “I can only imagine the effect that would have on an alpha. Your pheromones are about to do my fucking head in. Tell me, pet, are you close to coming all over my fingers?” He purposely grinds his palm over my clit, and my legs shake.
I nod and finally give up on keeping my hands above my head. They fall to his shoulders, digging in as my pleasure builds. “More, please!”
His heavy length grinds against my thigh, and he rakes his teeth down my neck. “You’re awful bossy for such a little thing.”
I would normally scoff. I’m not petite, nor am I little in any way, but his fingers brush some magical place inside me and everything gets hazy.
Huh, the G-spot isn’t a myth.
He stretches his fingers and kisses from my ear, over my jaw, and to my lips.
My inner walls lock down on his thick digits and euphoria lights through my nerve endings as a powerful orgasm rocks me to my core.
I wail and shake, desperately clutching him closer, like he’s going to try to escape. Nonsensical begging that even I can’t decipher spills from my mouth as I tremble under his strong form.
My eyes finally pop open, but everything is blurry, and my brain is hazy.
Omen groans. “You’re excellent for my self-confidence.” He waits for my walls to stop spasming and yanks his hand free of my pussy, pulling it to his cock and lubing his length with my slick as he kneels between my thighs.
Seeing him dripping in me activates some primal part of my brain that makes my entire body throb with the need to claim him.
His scent of fresh rain and aloe is everywhere, and while it might not hit as violently as an alpha’s scent would, it still physically affects my body.
My nipples tighten, and my swollen nub aches, despite just having a really intense orgasm.
Omen’s heavy length bounces as he releases it, and he grabs my hands, pulling me up.
At first, I have no idea what’s happening, but he doesn’t stop tugging until I have no choice but to rearrange my legs.
Once I’m on my knees in front of him, he sits back on his heels and wraps his hand around his shaft.
My head tilts, making my hair fall around my shoulders. It’s almost uncomfortable on my oversensitive skin.
“You’re cute when you’re confused. Climb on. I’m not fucking you until I know you can handle it.” Omen smirks, swiping his thumb over the drip of pre-cum on the head of his dick. My core clenches around nothing and pain throbs in my abdomen. He stretches forward, rubbing it over my lips. My tongue darts out, and I moan, circling his finger and maybe sucking a little. He pulls free of my mouth, wrapping his hand around the back of my head. “Are you going to fuck me? I told you, darling. You’re going to have to come to me. I don’t want any regrets when the fog clears.”
I scramble over his knees and end up squatting over him while trying not to worry about if I’m leaving a trail of slick in my wake. His hand stays around my skull, pulling me into him. It’s just enough reassurance that he wants me too.
I never realized how much more complicated relationships could be with betas. With alphas and omegas, there’s not just physical attraction. Compatible pheromones can induce emotional attachments way faster than for two betas.
My hand comes to rest on Omen’s shoulder while the other moves between us, guiding him between my lower lips.
It’s kind of intimidating.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
Embarrassing myself while trapped in a confined space would really suck. I have no hope of escaping if he thinks I’m really terrible at sex. Thinking of sex reminds me I’m not sold on kids. Maybe one day in the distant future, but I’m definitely not interested anytime soon.
“I have a birth control implant,” I blurt out, and my face burns.
“They don’t allow any of the females out on the block without what they consider long-term birth control. They also test us all before we’re released into the facility, or that’s the chatter I’ve heard.”
Oh yeah, that matters too .
“Be my dirty girl and sink down onto my bare cock,” he says, nuzzling his cheek to mine as he pulls his hand from his shaft and relocates it to my lower back. I’m not sure if I sink down at that exact moment or if he gives me a little shove, but I gasp at the stretch. “For the love of God, you’re burning my dick.”
I try to climb off his lap, and my head shakes, making my hair fall over his face. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I can handle it. It was merely an observation.” Omen moves both hands to my hips and guides me farther down his length. “I’m sorry for not getting inside you sooner. Christ, Saylor, your pussy…” He moans, bucking up inside me. “I’ve never felt anything like the way your cunt is searching for a knot.” His shaft jumps inside me, and he lifts, dropping me with more force on each go-round. “I’ve no idea how you’ll ever fit Valor’s monster cock inside you. It’s probably a good thing I’m here to stretch you out.”
My chest gets tight.
No part of me likes that he considers himself a consolation prize or even prep for his alpha.
My forearm wraps around the back of his neck, and my free hand moves to his jaw. “I’m not thinking about anyone else. Only you. I’d like it if you did the same.”
I’m not sure what the sound he releases means, but he shoves his mouth to mine.
My clit brushes his pelvis, and the way he fucks his tongue into my mouth only spurs me on as I bounce on my knees.
I might be on top, but the way Omen has his arms wrapped around my back makes me feel safe.
My nostrils flare, breathing in the scent of his arousal.
Based solely on how hard he is, I think he’s enjoying himself. He doesn’t even seem to mind when I go from bouncing to a deep grinding that I didn’t realize was possible, but my god, it feels incredible—at least to me.
I snag his lower lip, scraping it between my teeth, and Omen lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. His shaft gets even longer and thicker, and it sends my body into overdrive.
Begging spills into our kiss, and just as I’m about to explode, he lifts me off his length. He has to shake my hold off his neck, and he tosses me down. I get so close to the top of the loft that my head brushes the wall, but I barely have time to focus on that or to even start pouting.
Omen grabs my legs, pulling me down until my head comfortably rests on the pillow. He brings my calves up on his forearms and tugs again. “One day soon, we’ll test exactly how flexible you are. I’ve heard omegas are quite bendy, but for now, I want to feel every inch of your soft skin against mine.” He lowers my legs and crawls over me, planting a palm next to my head. When he enters me this time, he’s not the least bit gentle.
I thrash under him as his balls slap against my skin. “Oh shit, Omen.”
“You’re not going to break.” He chuckles darkly, nuzzling his nose to mine. “You like that. Don’t you, pet? You like knowing I’m using your tight little cunt as I see fit.”
I really do.
My hands dig into the top of his ass, guiding him deeper with every powerful stroke.
Omen is magical. He knows exactly how to snap his hips to brush my G-spot while following it up by teasing my clit with his pelvis.
I’m so overstimulated that I can’t bring myself to care about the slick sounds that fill the air every time he pumps his hips into mine.
“You’re fucking wrecking me here,” Omen says, moving his hand from my hip to brush my cheek. “I’ve never been inside someone bare…” He nips at my lips. “It’s also been quite a long time of only fucking my fist. I need you to come for me. Tease your clit.”
I shake my head, but I’m too close to form words. He’s doing incredible on his own, and if he would just stop holding back and pound into me, I’d be there in two seconds flat. “Bite me,” I beg, tilting my head to the side. “Nibble on my skin.”
Omen complies, and it sends me over the edge. My inner walls lock down, and electricity zips through my system as I sob and moan.
“Fucking hell, I can barely thrust. Your cunt is about to embarrass me,” he groans in a breathy tone that makes my insides light up. He does manage to pull out and slam back in three more times. On the final stroke, it feels like his crown ends up somewhere in my chest. He licks and sucks at my skin as his shaft grows impossibly hard. “Ready for my cum, pet? I’m going to be dripping out of you for days…an extra dirty reminder that you’re all mine.”
I whimper, biting my lip to keep from begging for his knot. It’s so hard to hold back the words, even though I logically know he doesn’t have one. It’s an impulse of my designation, but I don’t want to make him feel like he’s anything less than perfect exactly the way he is.
Omen freezes, his weight fully falling on top of me. “Ahh, fuck.”
I finally get myself together enough to grind over him with every jump of his cock inside me.
His breath fans over my neck as his muscles jolt, but dammit, I wish I could see his face. His tongue flicks out, and he bites my throat without breaking the skin before licking and sucking his way to my lips.
I’m not sure when he wrapped his forearm around the top of my head, but he holds me in place with his palm and lazily kisses me while rolling his hips against mine.
I finally understand what good sex is supposed to feel like, and I want more immediately .