Chapter 9 #2
I chuckle, running my lips along the outline of his jaw, stopping at his lips as they hover over his.
“Bingo.” I don’t kiss him, despite everything inside me screaming to do so.
Instead, I stick the tip of my tongue out and run it along the seam of his lips before stepping back.
“So. Stop giving me excuses please. I know the rules just as well as you do. And tell me, what can we do to make this happen? What can my pack do for you to be able to give us a chance?”
I hold his stare for a very long time. I watch as so many different emotions flick inside his deep blue eyes. His lips part and close many times, wanting to argue, to deny us some more, but he doesn’t.
When his body relaxes in defeat, I do my best to hold back my victorious smile.
“Tell me Beckham.” I reach up to brush some hair off his forehead and he shivers at my touch, seeming to stop himself from leaning into it. Soon, baby. Soon. “Name it. And it’s done.”
He licks his lips. “Fine,” he starts. “You want to earn the right to be my alphas?”
I nod. “We do.”
“It’s not going to be easy.”
“We love a challenge.” I grin.
“I’m going to make you work for it.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
He frowns. “I refuse to give up control,” he explains. “Just because you're my alphas, doesn’t mean you have the right to boss me around.”
“That’s not how we would be at all.” My brows furrow.
He huffs. “You’re alphas. It’s in your nature.”
“I’m not sure what alphas you’ve been around, but that's not who we are. Do we love control? Sure, but not to the point we would force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. We push your boundaries, but we would never break them.”
His eyes flash with something that I can’t quite put my finger on. But I know I don’t like it.
“We take it slow, no jumping into things.”
“Okay.” I nod. “But you have to give us the chance to get to know you.”
“I will. But on my time. My terms.”
I want to roll my eyes so damn hard because he’s being stubborn, but I bite my tongue, knowing it would only get me into trouble.
“Within reason, Beckham,” I warn.
His face shifts, anger blooming and I know I’ve fucked up. Damn it.
“You want me to change my whole fucking life to be with you, Jamie.” He growls. “Then we do it my way. My life just got turned upside down. I meant what I said, I never wanted alphas or a pack. And one was forced onto me. It’s going to take time, okay?”
“Why don’t you want alphas?” I ask, genuinely curious to why he's so against them.
“Control.” He growls. “They take control. To be in charge. They’re naturally dominant. I don’t submit. I might be an omega, but sexually, I like to be in charge.”
I blink. And blink. And blink. Before I snort out a laugh. “Well fuck me. Why didn’t you say so? Baby, you know that we like it both ways, right?” I grin wide. “Who’s ass do you think my packmates take out all their pent up energy and anger on?” I wiggle my eye brows.
“Wait, really?” he asks, brows furrowing together.
“Oh yeah.” I purr, running my fingers down his chest as I drop to my knees in front of my gorgeous omega.
His perfume bursts free, filling the space around me. I groan, my cock painfully hard against my slacks.
My eyes drop to the bulge in front of me and I groan again. “Look at you.” I moan, rubbing my face against his erection. “So fucking big.”
“Jamie.” Beckham rasps, want thick in his voice.
“Let me help you.” I reach for the buttons on his slacks.
Pulling his cock free, it falls forward, hanging hot and heavy in my hand.
My mouth waters as I curse. He’s big. Really fucking big.
God, he would feel so fucking good stretching my ass as he pounded into me.
“Let’s suck this gorgeous cock and drink you down. ”
My eyes flick up to Beckham and a zap of pleasure shoots down my spine and right to my cock. His eyes are nearly black, his chest rising and falling quickly as I nearly choke on his perfume.
“You want my cock?” Beckham growls, reaching down to grab a handful of my hair. Pain splinters over my scalp and my eyes roll back.
“Oh fuck.” I moan. “Yes. Please. Let me suck your cock.”
“Look at you on your knees,” he groans out. “So fucking needy for my dick. You're a little cock slut aren't you?”
“Yes. So fucking yes.” I nod eagerly.
“Open your fucking mouth, Alpha. Be a good fucking boy and take your omega.”
I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out, sitting pretty like the good boy he wants me to be.
This is so damn erotic. All I need is one brush of my cock and I’d be coming in my pants right now. So I make good use of my hands and grip his thick thighs.
Beckham grips his cock, tapping the tip against my tongue. His precum has my taste buds exploding and I groan. I want more. I want it all.
“Pretty little slut,” he murmurs in awe before slapping me across the face with his cock. Holy mother of god. My balls tighten, my knot aches. This man. This omega. He’s so fucking perfect. And he’s all ours.
He places his cock on my tongue giving me a hungry, almost cruel look before he thrusts forward.
I can’t help but gag as he forces me to deepthroat him. “Oh fuck.” He groans, almost as if he’s in pain.
He buries his cock all the way down my throat, holding it there. I inhale deeply through my nose, smelling his musty scent and fucking moan like the needy little bitch I am for this man.
Beckham growls and fuck who knew omegas growling was such a turn on.
The look in his eyes is almost feral as he pulls all the way back before thrusting in again. I gag, I can’t help it. He’s so fucking big my lips are almost stretched to the max to accommodate him.
Whenever I finally get him in my ass, I know I’m going to need days, if not weeks to recover. I can’t fucking wait.
Beckham lets loose as he starts to fuck my face. I do my best to try and suck and lick, but he’s too far gone. He knows what he wants and he’s going to take it.
I let him, loving that he’s using me. He can use me any time, anywhere.
My body hums with need, my cock begging me to touch it, but I don’t. This is about my omega. About me showing that I can give up control for him if that's what he needs.
“Fuck. God, your mouth feels so fucking good. Take it,” he demands, groaning. “Fucking take it, Jamie.”
I am. I so fucking am. Give it all to me, baby.
He fucks my face so hard, my jaw hurts. Drool spills down my chin and I don’t care. It’s messy, dirty, and I’m too lost in the way he looks right now.
Blissed out, like he’s in heaven. I made him feel like that. Me.
After a good minute or so using my throat as his own personal fuck toy, his thighs start to shiver. He’s close. Good. I want him to cum. I want to fucking drown in his release.
“I’m gonna– I’m gonna, oh fuck. I’m gonna cum,” he chokes out, the grip on my hair becoming painful.
It only turns me on more. He fucks my face hard, losing all control as he pushes himself to the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Beckham roars. He tosses his head back in pleasure, lips parting as his chest heaves, his whole body trembling as he holds me still.
Rope after rope of cum spills down my throat and I struggle to swallow around his length, determined to taste every last drop.
Watching him lose himself to his pleasure, pleasure caused by my mouth is hands down the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.
And I know, I’d do just about anything to see that look on his face when he cums, to hear the sounds he makes when he gives into his needs. It’s a sight I plan on seeing every fucking day for the rest of my life.
He wants us to earn the right to be his alphas? Game fucking on.