2. Hazel
Chapter 2
Hazel
T he walk didn’t take long. On the way, I sent a quick text to Seb.
Hazel:
Wasn’t feeling too great, sorry to bail, but I’ll see you tomorrow ??
He didn’t answer. He was probably distracted by the puck bunnies.
It felt like mere seconds before Roman was unlocking the door to his house and dragging me through the entryway.
Dark fruit. Apple. Root beer. The house smelled downright edible.
I made a mental note to ask them what air fresheners or cleaning supplies they used, because the scent made my omega brain hum with happiness.
“Holy fuck, this place smells good,” I groaned.
“You smell better,” Roman murmured, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me in for a kiss as we stumbled into the bedroom.
I trailed my hands under his shirt and over the smooth expanse of his chest as I helped him pull his shirt off. Even in the dim lighting of the bedroom, I could spot the defined ridges of his chest and abs, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning as I ran my hand lightly over them.
He grabbed my ass, pulling me close to him for a brief moment before lifting me with ease. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hardness brushing over my core. I ground down on it with a happy whimper as he turned, backing me up against the door.
“Your scent is driving me insane,” he panted, his eyes wide and wild as he looked at me with excitement.
“The feeling is mutual,” I insisted, my lips finding his neck. I wanted to touch every inch of his skin, to feel it on mine.
His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, holding me firmly in place.
“I should take my time with you,” he said. “But fuck if I don’t want to be inside you right now, Duchess.”
His words made heat pool in my stomach. “Fuck me now, take your time later?” I asked.
“Are you sure? I’m feeling a little feral,” he admitted.
“Then, a quick fuck will take the edge off.” I smiled with a confidence I didn’t know I possessed. “Please, alpha,” I begged.
Those words triggered something in Roman. His eyes darkened, and before I could comprehend what was happening, he ripped off my underwear, tearing the fabric, pulled my dress over my head with skill, and thrust into me, all while he had me up against the door.
Holy hot alpha!
I had thought he was big when his length had been pressing against me, but I was vastly mistaken. He wasn’t big—he was huge.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, my hands clenching on his shoulders as I threw my head back in shock.
Roman’s moan echoed mine. “You’re gripping me like a vise, and I’m not even an inch in.”
“More,” I demanded breathlessly. If I wasn’t full of alpha cock in the next few seconds, I was going to explode.
I was being split open, the burn of my walls stretching making my head spin and legs tremble. There was no way in hell I was going to admit it was probably a tight squeeze because I had never actually fucked an alpha… only betas. That didn’t mean I hadn’t experienced a knot—toys were a glorious, glorious thing, but I had been told so many times by other omegas that they paled in comparison to the real thing.
Now I knew… truer words had never been spoken.
“Demanding little omega, aren’t we?” Roman chuckled as he thrust his hips, sinking half of his length into me with a garbled curse.
Trying to muffle my sounds, I dug my teeth into his shoulder..
“This pussy feels like heaven,” he gritted out. “So fucking warm, wet, and tight.”
My entire body shuddered with desperation as he continued to inch forward, every little movement stretching me farther until I was impossibly full.
If it feels like this with just his cock inside me, then how is it going to feel when he knots me?
I had no idea, but I was excited to find out.
Roman stilled once fully seated, giving me a few moments to adjust to his size.
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, resting his forehead on mine.
“Full,” I laughed wryly.
A smirk broke out across his face. “Good, now you’d better hold on tight, omega.”
His next thrust made me see stars. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he set a fast pace, filling me with each brutal thrust. There was nothing I could do but cling to him. My back scraped against the door as my breasts brushed against his chest and my nipples pebbled underneath my bra, just begging for attention.
I tried to speak, but all that fell from my mouth were unintelligible moans of happiness as I clung on to his neck for dear life. Pulling him in for a kiss, l succumbed to his lips as they devoured mine in a hurried frenzy.
My core clenched, and judging by the rumble that emanated from his chest, he could also feel how close I was getting.
“You just got even tighter, omega,” he said against my lips.
“I’m close,” I admitted with a pant. His skin was red hot against mine in the cool air of his bedroom.
He took my admission as a challenge. The hands clutching my butt tightened as his pace increased.
“Good, because I’m getting close, and I refuse to finish until you do. This sweet pussy is amazing. I’m going to taste it before our time is over, but first, I want you knotted and stuffed full of my cum, so everyone can smell me on you. I want them to know who gave you that sex drunk look in your eyes.”
Why was that so hot? The idea of smelling like Roman, his cum marking me for all other alphas to smell while he fucked me up against a door?
I was really missing out by only sleeping with betas.
Roman’s cock throbbed as he spoke, each thrust making his cock press against every inch of my walls, brushing my G-spot and bumping my cervix. My head swam as my ears rang. Everything in me tightened, and for a brief moment, I worried that I would fall apart completely when I came.
He thrust in with one last roar, the base of his cock expanding rapidly, pushing against my walls with such intensity that I wanted to sob as my world exploded. My legs trembled violently, but his bruising grip never let up.
Roman kept me in a firm hold as my body shuddered with release, my teeth digging into his bottom lip. He hissed in pain, but made no move to stop me, his cock throbbing almost violently from the nip.
“Such a good fucking omega. You’re taking my knot so well,” he cooed, gyrating his hips as I slowly came down from what was easily the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. “Fuck,” he moaned in a rough voice.
“I agree.” I laughed in a weak voice, resting my forehead against his shoulder as aftershocks ran through my body.
“Well, you’re not going anywhere for a while,” he said, pulling back and carrying me away from the door toward the king-size bed. My arms hugged his neck tightly, even though he moved with me in his arms like I weighed nothing.
Once at the edge of the bed, he turned round, letting himself fall backward onto the sheets. They smelled so intensely dark, fruity and alpha, and I wanted to roll in them. We landed with a small oomph so I was splayed across his chest, his knot still firmly lodged in me.
Roman gazed at me as I sat up with an easygoing smile. “It was downright criminal for me not to take this off,” he said as his hands roamed over the cups of my bra, pulling them down to expose my nipples to the cool air.
“You were a bit distracted.”
He hummed thoughtfully. “I was, wasn’t I? You’re an awfully distracting omega, Hazel.”
“You’re one to talk.” He had no right looking so calm and handsome lying under me. I probably looked like a tomato who was struggling to breathe.
It didn’t help that he was entertaining himself by running his hands over my body, across my hips, down my thighs and back.
My brain swiftly short-circuited as his fingers found my clit, running through my wetness before circling the sensitive bud.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a strangled voice, my hands gripping his chest as he leaned up ever so slightly.
“I want to feel you come around my knot again,” he said.
Oh.
I was okay with that.
I was more than okay with that.
Roman’s fingers rolled my clit, varying the pressure from firm and strong to gentle, featherlight touches.
My hips started to gyrate, the knot rubbing my inner walls. Throwing my head back, I let Roman play my body like a fiddle. Despite having just had an earth-shattering orgasm, it didn’t take long for me to reach that edge again.
“Come on my knot, omega,” Roman ordered softly, his eyes burning a hole in my skin as he watched me intently.
My entire body hummed with a desperate need to please this alpha, to make him happy.
The hand that wasn’t attacking my clit was lightly twisting my nipple. My pussy spasmed at the sensation, and Roman’s eyes closed, his head tilting back, showing off the wiry muscles of his neck.
My body jerked as I came, waves of pleasure running through my body, my walls rippling around Roman’s knot, a strangled scream tearing from my mouth.
As I slumped over his chest, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly to him. Not that I could have moved, even if I wanted to, because I was still locked firmly on his knot.
“Well, my evening took a pleasant turn.” He chucked, his hand running up and down my back in a light, repetitive gesture.
“It has been nice,” I agreed, throwing him a smile. We had both finished—me, twice, so was it time for me to leave? I had no clue what the decorum was for these situations. Didn’t people skedaddle quickly after a one-night stand? I was stuck here for at least a few more minutes because his knot didn’t feel like it was going down anytime soon. In fact, it kept pulsing every now and again, making my pussy clench with happiness every time.
“You’ve wrecked me, Duchess,” Roman panted. The veins in his neck were protruding as he spoke, drawing my eye to the quickly forming bruises on his neck from my constant nipping.
I had marked him.
A rush of happiness filled my chest at the sight.
“My pleasure, literally. I… uh… I’ll get out of here once your knot goes down so you can sleep,” I assured him.
Roman snorted, one arm tightening around me as the other reached for the blanket, throwing it over us. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done with you yet… rest, omega,” he instructed in a lethargic voice, his eyelids drooping.
I had made him sound like that, so sleepy and satiated.
A purr emanated lightly from his chest, and my entire body went lax at the sound. The vibrations ricocheted though my bones, forcing my muscles to relax and my mind to go gloriously blank.
As long as he was purring, I wasn’t going anywhere.
My head rested on his chest, lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and purr and the dark, rich, fruity smell that permeated the room.
It could have been seconds or hours later when I jolted awake. I was sweltering hot, and sweat covered my brow.
Roman lay next to me—we had detached at some point while we slept—on his back, his arm thrown above his head as he snored lightly. There was a distinct soreness between my legs that made my face heat at the memory of him knotted in me.
The room was dark, but I could still make out the lines of his chiseled features as his blond hair fell in front of his face. He was clearly happy for me to stay because he hadn’t booted me out of the door, and I was too tired to leave, so I sat up, running a hand through my hair. The roots were damp from sweat.
Grimacing, I tried to sniff myself. The last thing I wanted to do was smell bad when I was in bed with a devastatingly handsome man.
My throat was sore and scratchy. Water. That was what I needed. A drink.
I crawled out of bed, grabbing the first fabric item my hands touched on the floor, which just happened to be the T-shirt Roman had been wearing, and pulling it over my head. Roman was a giant next to me, so it fell to my knees, engulfing me in his dark fruity scent.
Padding out of the room, I took a moment to orient myself. I had been distracted when Roman dragged me up to his room, so I hadn’t taken the time to figure out where exactly I was.
Turning lights on wasn’t an option—I wasn’t sure if there was anyone else living there, but given the size of the place, it was a strong possibility—so I slowly made my way through the house. It was far nicer than any student housing I had seen before. Spacious, with hardwood floors dotted with plush rugs. There was art on the walls… or at least, I thought it was art. It was hard to see in the semi-darkness.
The kitchen was easy to find, thankfully. Said kitchen was also undeniably pretty, with a large farmhouse sink, butcher block countertops and white cabinets, giving the place a farmhouse chic vibe, even in the dark.
Opening the fridge, I was met with a myriad of drinks to choose from, including a number of spirits and mixers.
Reaching for a bottle of water, I quickly opened it, taking a deep gulp before closing the fridge and standing at the island as I continued drinking, stretching my neck from side to side in between sips. My body was sore in a number of places, but it only served to remind me of what I had been doing only hours earlier. My skin felt hot to the touch, and my entire body was amped up. How was I still feeling needy when I’d just had amazing sex?
And when I wanted to again .
Roman was hopefully serious about not being done with me, because I could use another round before returning back to my dorm to continue with my boring, everyday life.
I stilled as the lights flicked on, bathing the kitchen in light. Blinking rapidly, I looked toward the entrance as my eyes tried to adjust to the light. A scent like apple cider and root beer reached my nose, and I froze, bottle halfway to my lips.
Standing in the doorway were two men. The taller one, with dark brown hair styled back away from his face, was wearing jeans and a hoodie, his hand still outstretched on the light switch as he took me in while I stood there, unable to form words, wearing only a T-shirt while Roman’s cum slowly leaked from my pussy.
The second man was slightly shorter, but he was wider and built like a bodybuilder. Red hair fell around his ears in messy waves, and he had facial hair that matched perfectly. He shot me a chill, easygoing smile, while the other man frowned at me.
Their smell was so intense, and most definitely alpha. My stomach panged with need at the scents.
“Who are you?” the taller, crankier, of the two asked, his nostrils flaring. “And why are you in heat ?” he asked, a look of shock overtaking both their faces.
There was no way.
I wasn’t… was I?