7. Burning and Bound
Burning and Bound
MURDOCH
“ L itt’l Omega… Litt’l Omega, let me in…” I growl, feckin’ ’er, eyes glowin’.
“Huugggnnn,” she moans low as I feck ’er mercilessly, takin’ everathin’ she has tu offer.
I dinna know how many days it’s been. All I am aware of is the sun has risen an’ the moon has fallen several times ova, but to me, in this moment…
I’ve knotted ’er until she’s cried out. I’ve throbbed an’ pulsed intu ’er guts so many times only tu start all ova again when the need struck, an’ by The Source, ’as it struck me ova an’ ova an’ feckin’ OVA again.
But time does not exist anymore. Not here. Not wit’ ’er. Not in this inferno where ’er scent ’as burned intu me lungs, an’ ’er name ’as been carved intu my skin an’ bones.
Emerald.
The feckin’ Source, wat a fittin’ name fer me Omega jewel. Jus’ the sheer thought of ’er name makes me rut burn hotter.
“Ugnnn, moooorreeee!” ’er voice cracks beneath me as ’er pussy grows slick, tremblin’, an’ I bask in this because I’m still na satisfied either. I dinna t’ink I can be. I’ve taken ’er a dozen times, maybe more, but me need fer ’er neva ends.
She neva stops feedin’ it or from it.
I thrust intu ’er wildly in my beastly form as ’er scent, thick an’ potent, clings tu everathin’…
me mouth, me hands, the walls of this hollow we’ve made a den.
It drives me mad. I’ve marked ’er a hundred different ways, wit’ teeth, hands, seed .
She carries me inside an’ out, but it’s not enough. It will neva be enough.
Me body only wants ’ers . Me t’oughts can’t form wit’out circlin’ back tu ’er cries, ’er taste, the way she breaks each time I claim ’er again an’ she begs for more. This is wat rut is. This is wat matin’ means.
Tu take.
Tu own.
Tu ruin.
An’ by the Source, I will ruin ’er a million times ova, shatterin’ evera wall she’s built.
I’ll bury me scent so deep in ’er, she’ll neva breathe wit’out bein’ reminded who she belongs to.
I’ll drive me knot intu her until she fergets wat not bein’ stuffed wit’ this big dick in her feels like. I’ll feck the fight right out of ’er.
No more freedom.
No more hidin’.
No more pretendin’ she’s na mine.
“That’s it, me litt’l Omega… me sweet Emerald, take yer Alpha dick deep inside you…
” I howl even though she’s limp under me, pussy tight an’ swollen as ’er t’ighs tremble from the poundin’ they’re takin’, ’er voice hoarse from too many moans, too many screams, too many cries of me name.
Yet me litt’l jewel still begs fer me to give ’er more.
The wild possessive roll of my hips, the unabashed whimpers, the thick, heady cream still poolin’ from ’er pussy… fer feck’s sake, I canna tell if this heaven on earth or hell!
But I’m stillfeckin’ starvin’.
“Yu feel it too, don’t yu, me litt’l Omega?” I rasp intu her ear, me voice rough wit’ days of growlin’, pantin’, ownin’ . “This need. This madness.”
“Y— Ugnnn! Ye— Ugnnnnnn! Yesssss,” she chokes out, archin’ ’er back, invitin’ me deeper.
“Yu were made fer this dick…” I snarl, lickin’ the sweat from ’er neck. “Made fer me! ” I howl deliriously, waitin’ fer ’er response, but nothin’ comes.
She’s gone. I chuckle, ravin’ mad from the pheromone high I’m on due tu ’er scent.
’er body is beneath me, burnin’, soppin’ wet, tremblin’, but ’er mind’s lost in the haze of ’er heat, broken apart by the way I’ve taken ’er. Again. An’ again. An’ again.
’er lips are parted, pantin’, drool slippin’ down ’er chin. ’er eyes, those sharp an’ once defiant eyes that used tu glare at me like green ire, are glassy now. Wet an’ wild. Dazed. She moans incoherently, hips twitchin’ evera time I press deeper.
By the Source, she’s beautiful like this.
’er legs are shakin’ around me waist, t’ighs quiverin’ from the overstimulation, but she’s still clingin’ tu me. ’er body greedy, wit’ a hopeless need only I can free ’er from.
An’ I won’t… I’ll neva free her. I’m goin’ tu keep feckin’ ’er, keep poundin’ ’er, keep thrustin’. I’m goin’ tu give ’er everathin’ .
I pull from ’er depths, elicitin’ a whimper, an’ I smile, nuzzlin’ ’er legs open wit’ me snout an’ lappin’ up the copious amount of nut I’d fed ’er, inhalin’ the scent of ’er.
Me scent is all over ’er now, buried in ’er skin, smeared in ’er heat, an’ so deep in ’er pussy, she’ll neva rid herself of it… EVA .
I sniff her pussy runnin’ me calloused tongue ova her ass and pussy eye rollin’ tu the back o’ me ‘ead from ‘er taste. I eat ‘er pussy until her creams releasin’ both our cum on me tongue an’ I lap it up nastily and happily but it’s still not enough. I want ‘er bound.
She lets out a sound, half gasp, half whimper, an’ nods jus’ barely in a drunken, instinctual motion I growl, fangs brushin’ ’er clit an’ nippin’ it, watchin’ ’er.
“Wen this is ova… I am goin’ to bind yu to me, litt’l Omega,” I murmur, rough an’ low, lappin’ at ’er pussy. “Du yu understand, yer Alpha?”
’er eyes flutter, ’er lips part, an’ a cracked voice barely escapes.
“Y-yes... Murdoch… m-more… please…” She buried ’er ’ands in me fur yankin’ me closer tu ’er pussy an’ I shove me tongue all the way in her wall cleanin’ up the cum I left, knowin’ I’ll put more in this pussy in a bit.
After she cums quiverin’ in extasy five more times…
I sit up barely able tu contain meself. Wit’ urgency I line meself tu ’er depths growlin’ thrustin’ deep intu ’er once more, eyes rollin’ tu the back of me head, howlin’ at how tigh’ she is…
before runnin’ me snout ova ’er where ’er scent gland is.
“The Source, yu feel so gud,” I whisper against ’er ear, gruntin’ as I start rockin’ me hips slowly, forcin’ ’er tu feel evera thick inch as I drag in an’ out.
“Yer pussy is so wet from ‘avin’ me cum inside yu… it’s almost regrettable t’at I har eat some o’, but this pussy is delectable, I could’na ‘help meself.”
Me rut flares, molten in me blood, an’ I press deeper, the base of me cock swellin’.
Me knot strains, wantin’ tu lock in place, wantin’ to bind us.
She’s tight, clenchin’ around me, ’er body shudderin’, welcomin’ it, needin’ it.
I bite, teeth sinkin’ intu the soft skin of ’er neck, sharp, brutal, perfect, an’ she screams, convulsin’ in release.
’er whole body quivers beneath me, an’ ’er slick cream floods around me knot attemptin’ tu escape, but there’s no room, an’ I thrust deeper, snarlin’ as me knot swells inside ’er.
’er wails are music tu me ears an’ the way she’s archin’ ’er back, I use the rough patch o’ me finger addin’ pressure tu ’er clit, elicitin’ another climax, ’er voice crackin’ an’ raw.
I hold ’er tight, possessive, growlin’ against ’er t’roat, lickin’ the mark I just made, grittin’, pissed that we ’ave yet to bond…
But fer now, this will du. I love ’er like this. Me mark means I’ll be able tu track ’er if she dares escape.
Me Omega.
Mine.
“Shite… ” I pant against ’er throat, still pulsin’ inside ’er, unable tu move. “I know yu feel me … me knot… yer marked now.”
She moans somethin’ unintelligible. Maybe me name? Maybe jus’ nonsense.
I smile, proud, drunk on ’er scent, ’er heat, ’er body wrapped around me like a warm, slick, an’ hot blanket.
“I told yu,” I whisper, lickin’ the sweat from ’er shoulder. “Yu can run. Yu can fight. Yu can scream.” I press me lips tu her temple an’ speak the truth intu her skin. “But in the end... yuu were always goin’ tu be mine. ”