Chapter Four
Pace
Jude screams long and loud when I bottom out.
The sound is raw, high, and full of agony.
I stare at the omega’s flushed, tear-streaked face, his body trembling violently beneath me.
Every instinct in my alpha blood is screaming at me to move, to keep fucking into the sweet body beneath me, but I can’t.
He’s not ready. So I stay frozen in place, giving his body time to adjust. It’s painfully clear this omega has never been fucked before, and while the thought of claiming this virgin hole thrills me to no end, the last thing I want is to traumatize my perfect omega.
Taking a deep breath, I force the roaring beast in my chest back into its cage. Then I pull myself together, and I start to purr.
It’s a low, deep rumble that starts in my own chest, a vibration I feel all the way down to my bones. It feels so different to purr for an omega. It's primal and possessive. An alpha tending to his omega.
I cup Jude’s pretty face, my thumbs brushing away the fresh tears that track down his temples. His skin is so hot, his chin quivering hard.
“It’s okay, omega,” I whisper, before leaning down and kissing him gently.
I pepper kisses over his soft lips, his rosy cheeks, even over his tightly closed eyes. I can taste the salt of his tears on my tongue, and it makes something in my chest ache.
He’s mine to protect, not just to fuck.
Underneath me, I feel his asshole relax, just a little, the vice-like grip loosening its hold on my cock. Still kissing his face, I give a slow, experimental thrust, a shallow rock of my hips, and he whimpers, but this time it’s not all pain.
There’s a note of something else there, something soft and questioning.
I roll my hips again, a little harder this time, making Jude’s body rock slightly against the leather seats. More tears leak from his eyes, but he doesn’t scream or fight.
And that’s all the encouragement I need.
I thrust again, then again, setting a slow, deep rhythm. The wet squelch of his slick is the only sound besides my own ragged breathing as I properly fuck my mate.
His cock is pressed hard against my stomach, and it feels like iron, leaking a constant stream of precum that smears between us.
Lifting up, I brace one hand on the car door behind Jude, and the other on his hip as I piston my hips. I drive my cock deep, hitting that beautiful spot inside him that makes his whole body jolt. Then his eyes fly open, wide and shocked, his pupils blowing out until they’re almost black.
The omega lets out a pleasure-filled scream, a sound so different from the one before, as he has his first orgasm. I feel his cum spurt out between us, hot and sticky against my skin, and the feel of it makes my own cock throb inside him.
For a second, Jude looks scared and confused, staring down at the mess between our bodies like he doesn’t understand what just happened. And it actually makes me wonder if the poor boy has ever had an orgasm before.
Not wanting the omega to panic, I kiss him hard, swallowing a surprised gasp. Then I reach down and grab his already limp dick. I jerk my sweet boy back to full hardness as I explore his mouth. I stroke him in time with the thrusts of my own hips.
He moans softly against my tongue, and I lift up, allowing myself to admire him.
A look of pure pleasure washes over his face, his mouth falling open as his cock grows hard again in my hand.
Seeing him so blissed-out makes my own orgasm build fast. It’s a tight, hot coil in my gut, but I don’t want to come.
Not yet.
I want to savor his sweet body just a little bit longer.
I pull my cock out of Jude’s hot body, and he lets out a little cry, something between pain and disappointment.
I roughly flip the little omega onto his stomach.
His body jerks and flails in the tiny space as I position him onto his hands and knees.
Then I pull his hips up and curl over his back.
I shove my cock back into his wet hole and start fucking him again.
The rough fabric of the car’s roof at my back as I fuck him with everything I have.
This is it.
This is what it feels like for an alpha to claim an omega in such a primal, traditional position. Everything feels so right, so perfect. This is what alphas and omegas are made for—alphas to fuck and protect, while omegas are made to submit and take.
“Look at you,” I grunt, my voice strained. “Taking my cock so good. Such a perfect little omega.”
My hand circles under his hips, and I feel his hard dick slap against the back of my hand with every thrust.
“Do you like being stretched so wide by an alpha cock?” I ask, my voice a low growl.
He nods, his face turning a deep shade of red even in the dim light. I can’t help but smile at the shy reaction. It’s fucking adorable.
“Such a good boy,” I purr, my words making his body tremble with excitement, his hands curling into fists on the seat. “You were made for this. Made to take my knot, to be filled with so much cum that you can’t walk or sit for a fucking week.”
Dirty words keep spilling out of me, and with every one, Jude’s body reacts, his ass clenching around me.
“Yes,” he moans softly.
“I’m going to fill you so full of cum your belly grows fat with it,” I grunt, my hips slamming into him.
“And then that belly will stay fat, swollen with my young.” I lean down, my lips brushing against his ear.
“Do you want that, little omega? You want to be bred? To be filled and fucked and claimed forever?”
He nods frantically, his face buried in the seat. “Yes,” he sobs, his voice muffled by the leather. “Breed me. Please, alpha.” His body rocks hard with each one of my thrusts, pushing back against me, begging for it.
I can’t help but smile at the change in the omega. Just a few minutes ago, he was crying, begging me to stop, and now he wants more. He wants my cock in his ass and my baby in his belly. He wants my mark, and I’m going to give it to him.
Not yet.
But soon.
“Such a good boy,” I purr, my words making Jude tremble with excitement, his hands curling into fists on the seat. “You were made for this. Made to take my knot, to be filled with so much cum you can’t walk or sit.”
My pleasure quickly builds again, stronger this time, making my balls draw up.
I can feel my knot starting to swell at the base of my cock, a thick, hard pressure that’s never been fully satisfied before. I’ve never been able to force my knot inside a lover before. I had one beta girlfriend who tried so hard, but she could never take it…but omega’s bodies are made for knots.
Jude’s body was made for my knot.
My orgasm hits me like a freight train right as my knot pops into his body.
A white-hot explosion that starts in my balls and rips up my spine, a fire so intense it whites out my vision. My entire body locks up, every muscle straining as I pour myself into my omega. It’s not just a release. It’s a total surrender, a primal giving of everything I am.
Jude’s asshole clamps down on me as my cock pulses, a tight, hot grip that sucks up all of my seed as we’re locked together.
My cock pulses, again and again, each spurt a violent, pleasurable contraction that feels like it’s tearing my soul out through my dick.
I’m vaguely aware of Jude’s body going limp, a dead weight of pleasure. I hold his ass up, pushing my hips into his body, using him to milk every last drop of cum from my balls until I’m empty, hollowed out, and shaking.
Once my pleasure fades, and I can catch my breath, I realize my sweet boy is passed out.
With my knot still locked inside him, I take my time, admiring his face. His cheek is pressed against the leather seat, his eyes closed, his dark blonde hair a complete mess. I look down at his back, seeing the clear outline of his spine and ribs. He’s so thin.
I can’t help but wonder if this omega has been starved or abused.
It would make sense. No omega would choose to suffer their heat in some dark alleyway on the street.
“You’re safe,” I whisper as I lean down, pressing my chest to his back. “I’ve got you, Jude. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again,” I vow.
But first, I have to get him home. Somewhere safe where I can tend to the rest of his heat, because this dirty parking garage is no place for an omega.
I nuzzle Jude’s hair, breathing in his sweet scent mixed with mine, and press soft kisses to his shoulder while I wait for my knot to go down. Jude stays passed out, but I can still smell his heat on him, a silent rush of pheromones that fills the car, a promise of more to come.
After what feels like an eternity, I feel the pressure at the base of my cock begin to fade. The swelling goes down, and I’m able to slowly, carefully, pull my cock out of my mate’s ass.
Inching my way back, I pause near Jude’s ass, then I spread his cheeks so I can see his little, abused hole.
I can’t help but feel a surge of primal pride at how gaping he is, still open and slick from my cock. I admire the creamy mixture of my cum and his slick, a perfect mark of my claiming. I dip my fingers into the mess, sliding them into his body, then tracing the puffy, swollen edge of his hole.
I caress it, loving the way his swollen skin feels under my touch, a perfect, ruined ring of flesh.
Unable to help myself, I lean in and lick it, a slow, deliberate swipe of my tongue, tasting our combined flavor. Jude doesn’t move, still passed out, allowing me to do whatever I want to his body. He’s mine, completely.
I can’t stop playing with him.
I push my fingers and then my tongue back into his hole, alternating one then the other. He tastes like the perfect mixture of sweat and honey.
My cock grows hard again as I scoop the creamy mixture of cum and slick out of his ass and begin painting his soft, plump cheeks with the mess. Seeing my seed all over his skin makes me feral with excitement, and I move back over him, needing to fuck his passed-out body one more time.
Gripping the base of my cock, I push just the tip inside. I pop the first few inches in and out of Jude’s tight, slick hole. The movement makes our combined fluids flick up, sending droplets all over his back and even onto the foggy window above him.
I stare at the mess I’m making, lost in a sense of pure, primal happiness.
“Look at you, my dirty boy,” I hum, my voice thick with satisfaction. “All stretched out and covered in your alpha’s cum.” I smile, squeezing one sticky ass-check hard.
A crack of thunder cracks overhead, pulling me from the sweet moment.
I look around, suddenly aware of how dangerous it is to stay here.
The dim, musky parking garage feels less like a sanctuary and more like a trap. The shadows in the far corners seem deeper, more menacing, and the air is thick with the scent of rain, concrete, and sex.
Outside the concrete structure, the storm rages, a wild, chaotic symphony that mirrors the primal energy still humming under my skin.
I move backward, out of the car, the cool air a shock against my heated skin. I pull my jeans back on, shoving my still-hard cock inside, then grab my shirt off the floorboard. I push some of the fabric into Jude’s ass, keeping my cum where it belongs.
Then I pick my omega up bridal-style and carry him around to the passenger’s side of the car. I bend, carefully holding him while I open the door, then place him gently in the front seat.
Leaning over his soft body, I buckle him in.
Jude’s face is so close to mine. In the faint glow of the dashboard, I can see how soft his mouth and cheeks look, his lips still puffy and swollen from my kisses. He’s completely passed out, a perfect, trusting doll in my hands.
I can’t resist.
I press one more soft kiss to his lips, a final, possessive claim before I finally shut the car door with a solid click. Then I race around to the driver's seat and turn the car on, eager to get my mate home.