Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Lucas
Isolde is greedily kissing me back as I kick the door to my bedroom closed. The last thing I need is for Rita to walk past while my omega is slicking all over my face until she comes.
That could make eye contact difficult later.
Placing her feet on the ground, my fingers tangle in the bottom of her shirt.
“Off,” I growl, beginning to lift it up.
Isolde raises her arms into the air as I strip her of her shirt, and then I push her back to sit on the bed as I drop to my knees for her.
“You look good there,” she says breathlessly, wincing as another cramp hits.
“I bet those hurt more than you’re letting on,” I say, frowning as she looks guilty.
I have a feeling that her life and trauma have given her a very high pain tolerance, but I’m not going to push.
“Lift,” I grunt, my hands pulling her bottoms down her legs.
Without fanfare, I push her back using her thighs as my hands hold her open for myself. Her slick is coating her thighs, and her pussy is glistening just for me.
“Trust me?” I ask, forcing my gaze up to hers. Her eyes are glazing over with desire, but I can still see the tendrils of fear as well.
Orgasms aren’t supposed to be scary, and neither is sex with the right person. She trusts herself, which is why sex toys aren’t an issue. Sex with an alpha? That’s where things become murky due to the things done to her.
Not all alphas are good, and heats can easily be twisted to take advantage of an omega. Fucking dickheads.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“You’re going to break my heart, darlin’,” I mutter, licking her pussy with the flat of my tongue.
Groaning at her sweet taste, I move my hands to her ass to pull her to the edge of the bed and bury my face in her cunt. Licking, sucking, rubbing her clit, I lose myself in her pussy as I watch her face.
“Alpha,” she moans, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she thrusts her hips up for more.
Isolde quickly grows mindless as she searches for her orgasm. Slick is starting to push out of her cunt, and I experimentally plug her up with two of my fingers. Her back bends back like a cat as she takes me while I praise her, and I decide to check in with her.
“Who am I, baby?” I ask her.
“Lucas. Oh, fuck. I want more,” she gasps.
“Good girl,” I praise her, thrusting my thick fingers inside of her. “You taste so good, baby. That’s it. Lift those hips. Fuck my face. This is how an alpha takes care of his omega.”
“Yes,” she whines. “Alpha, I’m close.”
I can feel it by the way that she’s strangling my fingers. While her skin is warm, it’s not blazing hot yet. All I can hope for is that Oliver and Grant can get everything done in her nest before she gets to that point.
I think Grant is surprised that I’m taking this all in stride. I do believe in soul bonds, and I think he was so gruff with Isolde to start with because he didn’t know what to do with her. She has a way of completely bulldozing through every wall you may have with what she says and does.
Her thought process is endearing, even if her first instinct is to stalk and stab.
Sucking hard on her clit, I watch her break apart as I also curl my fingers over a spongy mass of nerve endings that I know is her g-spot. Her scream makes my dick twitch and I groan as she covers my chin with her release.
Not once did she think about her scars, and I was careful not to touch them so she wouldn’t worry about it. I was serious when I told her to do what she needed to in order to get to a place where she could accept them.
I’m not judging her.
As Isolde lays on the bed, breathing hard, I can’t describe the feeling of pride that I feel. She’s not scared, or overthinking her orgasm, she’s simply sated.
“Feeling good?” I ask, pushing her up the bed so I can join her.
Isolde nods, her arms wrapping around my neck to pull me down to kiss her. She doesn’t care that I’m covered in her slick, and her tongue pushes its way into my mouth to twist and play with mine, going so far as to suck on it as she moans.
For someone who thought she may be a terrible kisser, she’s perfect.
“Now what?” she asks, her hand rubbing her stomach.
Purring for her, I move my hand to cover hers as I massage her there gently.
“I have a few ideas. You need more orgasms and penetration,” I explain.
Her relaxed demeanor tenses a little and I shake my head.
“Hence, the options that I’m going to present.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. CEO,” she teases before her face contorts in pain.
“This is my top choice,” I say quickly. “I’d usually sandwich this between two others, but I’m not going to beat around the bush. I bought a strap on that’ll fill your tight cunt and make you come while you fuck me. Do you want that?”
“Oh…” Isolde shudders as she slicks even more, all over my pants. I don’t particularly care about the mess. I’ll just have to pay my staff more this month.
Easing away from her, I can feel my chest vibrating as she reaches for me.
“I’m going to be right back,” I promise, reaching underneath the bed for a box.
I tossed in lube as well after I opened it to see how it worked yesterday. The Naughty Tote came in clutch with delivery, even though there was a note that there may be a backorder.
I swear, everyone must be getting pegged for a toy like this to go on backorder. The freaks have entered the chat I guess.
Putting it on the bed, I show Isolde the toy.
“This bulb here goes inside of you to help hold the toy in place, and then this clitoral part will vibrate for you,” I explain. “And then you can fuck me with your—”
“Cock,” Isolde says, a grin splitting over her face. God, even her eyes light up. “Orgasms sound good right now. I hurt, Lucas.”
Pulling off my pants, my cock bounces up to hit my abs. Her eyes widen, and I worry that I’ve scared her, even though I know she’s seen it before.
“Your cock is really pretty,” she says in a dopey way. “I almost forgot.”
“Thank you,” I say, smirking. “On your knees for me, little omega.”
Sighing, she preens as she gets up from the bed to spread her knees wide for me.
There’s so much slick, the toy easily slides inside of her.
Isolde doesn’t realize this, but the bulb of this toy is just as large as an alpha knot.
It’ll also inflate with a remote control that I place on the mattress.
While taking a knot can hurt, slick or lube is the key to everything.
Let’s see how well I take one. Turnabout is fair play or whatever they say, right?
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, pulling away the clitoral part of the toy to expose her clit to me before I suck hard on it.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she moans.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Clicking the button so that the bulb inside of her also vibrates, I use it to thrust back and forth inside of her as I suck on her bundle of nerve endings.
Isolde holds tightly to my hair as she rides my face, her head dropping back as she releases pornographic sounds. Taking a chance, I click the button to slowly inflate the bulb until she comes for me screaming.
When I rebuild this house, I need to ensure that there is more insulation so sound doesn’t carry.
“You’re amazing,” I groan, licking my lips as I get up.
“The bulb feels…odd,” she says, but not as if it hurts.
“It’s your own knot,” I explain. “Does it bother you?”
“It should, but it doesn’t. I’ve had toys with knots before. This feels different.”
“You’re going to need something to help the cramps, and if it’s not my knot, an artificial one will have to do.”
“Bossy Alpha,” Isolde purrs. “Get on all fours for me. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you knot me.”
Moving into the middle of the bed, I spread my legs as I give her the best ass up, head down position that I can. I love when she laughs, because I don’t want her to be in pain. Sex should be as much passion as it is laughter.
Isolde pops the top of the lube bottle, and I have a feeling that she’s not going to take it easy on me. It’s cold as she liberally pours it over my asshole. Looking over my shoulder as I peek my head up, I’m rewarded with a sharp spank.
Goddamn, give a girl some lead, and she’ll run with it.
I groan as I feel the thick head of her new strap on dick rub over my tight hole. Only the best for my omega. If there was ever a case of biting off more than I can chew, this is it.
“Give it to me, darlin’,” I beg.
Her hand moves over my back as she continues to tease me.
“Am I the first one inside here?” she asks, her hips moving forward so my hole begins to spread open for the tip.
“Yes,” I say, my fingers clenching around the bedsheets as I struggle to breathe. “Isolde.”
“Take more,” she hisses, her hand on my hip as she pushes more of the strap on into my asshole.
My dick is weeping at both the pain and pleasure as she fucks me. My back arches as my eyes roll back. It feels as if she’s both breaking me apart and putting me back together, and her little noises are fucking killing me.
“Isolde,” I cry out. “Fuck me harder.”
She’s destroying me in the best ways, and her nails dig into my back as she comes again.
“Bounce on my dick,” she snarls, pinching my ass so I’ll sit up with a jolt.
“Fuck!” I yell. “You’re a mean little omega.”
“You have no idea,” she says, breathing hard. “I need you to come for me. How do I do that?”
“Jerk me off.”
Isolde’s hips continue to piston once my back plastered against her tits, and she reaches around to fist my cock. I help by fucking back into her toy, my breaths coming faster as my knot begins to inflate. I’m close.
Her scent and mine are tangling together until it’s all I can smell, and I manage to get to the base of the toy as her hand squeezes my red, angry crown.
Isolde whines as she looks over my shoulder, and I capture her lips at the hungry look in her gaze.
“I’d rather come inside you than your hand,” I confess.
“Yes, yes. This fake knot feels good, but I need you now,” she groans. “I really like the way you beg, Alpha. Thank you for my gift.”
“Whenever you need to ground yourself, my ass is yours,” I growl.