Chapter 18
Eighteen
ELIAS
So tight.
I can barely breathe. The pleasure of making love to Francine is fucking hot.
Each thrust sends electric shocks up my spine. Her virgin walls clutch me tight, massaging my dick with her perfect wet heat.
Nothing has prepared me for the sensation of Francine’s untouched pussy accepting me for the first time. Her heat-soaked tissues ripple around me, her body instinctively trying to milk my knot even though it hasn’t swelled yet.
“You’re so tight,” I groan, watching her face flush pink at my words. Her eyes are half-closed with pleasure, her red hair splayed across the pillow like flames.
My cock throbs inside her as I thrust deeper, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate me.
Each time I pull back, her inner walls cling to my shaft, as if reluctant to let me go.
Each time I push forward, she opens for me, accepting more of my length until I’m hitting the entrance to her womb, the most sacred part of her.
“Oh!” she gasps when I thrust in particularly deep.
“You wanted more of my dick,” I breathe, struggling to thrust in long, even paces. “I’m giving you everything I got, honey.”
Her pussy clamps down in response, squeezing me in rhythmic pulses that nearly make my eyes roll back in my head. The soft, yielding walls hug every ridge and vein of my cock, creating a custom-fit sleeve for my cock.
And the wetness—fuck, she’s so wet that I can hear the obscene squelching sounds each time I thrust into her, her abundant slick creating a frothy ring around the base of my cock where we’re joined.
Squelch. Thump. Squelch.
My gaze drops to her flushed neck, where her pulse beats visibly beneath her delicate skin.
The sight of that vulnerable spot, the place where my mark would claim her as mine, makes my mouth water.
My teeth literally ache with the need to bite down, to sink into her flesh and make the bond permanent.
I can already taste her, already feel the hot rush of her blood against my tongue, the way her body would lock around my cock in response to being claimed.
I lean down, my teeth bared, my mouth hovering just above the junction where her neck meets her shoulder. She smells so fucking good here. Her cherry blossom scent is concentrated and pure, unmarred by the artificial blockers she usually wears.
I want to mark her.
“Elias, don’t,” she whispers, her eyes wide with terror. Doesn’t she want to be marked? I’m already impregnating her with my baby.
But I hold back, forcing my wolf to heel. This isn’t the dark ages when alphas could mark omegas on sight after a heat.
It’s too soon, too fast.
We barely know each other, and though her heat has accelerated the biological compatibility between us, marking is permanent. She might resent it later, when the heat-haze clears, and she’s thinking rationally again.
I settle for licking her scent gland instead, my tongue laving over the spot my teeth ache to pierce. She moans, her back arching to press her neck more firmly against my mouth.
My pace increases, my hips snapping forward with more force as my control begins to slip.
I feel my cock growing thicker, longer with each thrust, my body responding to her fertile heat with primal purpose. The base of my cock begins to tingle, the first sign of my knot preparing to form. My balls draw up tight against my body, heavy with seed that demands release.
I’m in full rut now, triggered by her heat, by her scent, by the perfect fit of her pussy around my cock.
My vision narrows until all I can see is her—her flushed face, her bouncing breasts, the place where our bodies join.
All I can think about is breeding her, filling her with my cum, and making her round with my pups. Marking her as mine, as our pack’s omega, as the mother of our future children.
“Francine,” I pant, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “I’m going to come soon. My knot…it’s starting to form. If you don’t want…”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she gasps. Her nails rake down my back, pulling me closer. “I need it. I need you to come inside me.”
“You’ll get pregnant,” I warn, even as my cock throbs at the thought, leaking pre-cum inside her. “If I knot you during your heat…”
“I want it,” she gasps, her eyes meeting mine with surprising clarity despite the heat fever. “All I want is to get pregnant right now. Please, Elias. Please fill me with your cum. Give me your pups.”
Her words shatter what remains of my restraint.
The image of her swollen with my child, her belly round and tight, her breasts heavy with milk, sends a surge of possessive lust through me so powerful I nearly black out. I imagine her waddling around our pack house, glowing with pregnancy, our pack’s future growing inside her.
“Fuck,” I growl, my pace becoming brutal as my orgasm approaches. “I’ll put a baby in you. Fill this sweet omega pussy with so much cum you’ll be dripping all fucking night.”
My hips are pistoning now, driving my cock into her with enough force to make the headboard slam against the wall.
Her legs wrap around my waist, her ankles locking behind my back, pulling me impossibly deeper.
My brothers watch with hungry eyes, their own cocks in their hands as they witness the claiming of our omega.
My orgasm hits. It’s so powerful it feels like it’s being ripped from my soul. My back arches, my head thrown back as a primal roar tears from my throat. My cock pulses violently, the first jet of cum shooting directly against her cervix with such force that I feel her womb contract in response.
“Oh yes,” she moans, shuddering with her own climax, her legs wrapping tighter around me.
“Fuck,” I growl as rope after rope of hot, thick semen fills her eager pussy.
My body shakes uncontrollably as I continue to pump my hips, ensuring every drop of my seed is deposited as deep inside her as possible. The intensity of it is overwhelming. I’ve never come this hard, never produced this much cum.
It feels endless, my balls emptying in long, pulsating streams that flood her womb.
Beneath me, Francine cries out in ecstasy, her eyes wide and unfocused as she feels my seed filling her. Her inner walls contract rhythmically, milking my cock for every drop.
“It feels so good,” she moans, tears of pleasure streaming down her temples. “I can’t even describe it. The relief. Oh god, Elias, it’s exactly what I needed.”
As my orgasm begins to subside, I feel the base of my cock swelling, the knot forming to lock my seed inside her, to give it the best chance of taking root. The pressure builds, stretching her pussy as the knot grows.
“My knot,” I warn, though it’s too late to stop now. “It’s going to be extra tight your first time.”
She nods, biting her lip as the knot expands inside her, stretching her beyond what most would consider comfortable.
But her body was made for this, her omega physiology designed to accept an alpha’s knot, and soon she sighs with relief as the widest part slips past her entrance, locking us together.
“Oh,” she breathes, her eyes wide with wonder. “Your knot is so big. I can feel it everywhere.”
The sensation of being locked inside her, of feeling her pussy walls flutter around my still-pulsing cock, is indescribable.
My hips continue to make small, circular motions, unable to thrust fully but still seeking to maximize her pleasure and mine.
Each tiny movement sends aftershocks of pleasure through both our bodies, making her gasp and me groan.
I reach down between us, my hand splaying across her lower abdomen. I can actually feel the slight bulge where my cock and cum distend her belly. The sight of my hand covering that small swell, protecting what might already be the beginning of our child, fills me with primal satisfaction.
“You’re filled up so nicely,” I murmur, a smile tugging at my lips as she blushes. “You’re perfect, Francine. So fucking perfect.”
“Look at that,” says Rowan, and the rest of my brothers let out grunts of approval.
Carefully, I shift our positions, rolling us onto our sides while maintaining the intimate connection of my knot inside her.
I don’t want to crush her with my weight.
My hand continues to caress her belly as I pepper her face with kisses.
I kiss her flushed cheeks, her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally, her soft lips.
“Thank you for choosing me,” I whisper against her mouth. “For trusting me with your first time.”
She smiles, her hand coming up to cup my face. “Thank you for making it so good.”
We lie together, locked in this most intimate embrace, as her heat momentarily ebbs, satisfied by the first knot of what will likely be many over the coming days. My brothers have given us some space, backing away from the bed, though they remain in the room, ready to help if needed.
Kieran approaches after several minutes, a damp cloth in his hands. He presses it gently to Francine’s forehead, wiping away the sweat of her exertion. His eyes meet mine over her head, a silent communication passing between us.
Though he wanted to be first, he respects that she chose me. Pack harmony above all.
“We have a nesting room prepared,” he says, his voice carefully neutral as he addresses Francine. “Special for our future omega. It’s more comfortable than this room, designed specifically for an omega in heat.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “A nesting room?”
“It’s equipped with everything you might need during your heat.”
Francine glances at me, then back to Kieran. “That’s... thoughtful. But I feel cozy right here.”
I stroke her hair, understanding her reluctance to move from this first place of connection.
“At least we can go see it,” I suggest. “If you don’t like it, we can come back here.”
She considers for a moment, then nods. “Okay.”
“We don’t have to wait for my knot to go down,” I say. “I can carry you.”
She looks skeptical. “Carry me? While we’re still...”
“Connected?” I finish for her, smiling at her blush. “Yes. I’m strong enough.”
I carefully shift us, moving to the edge of the bed before standing, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. The change in position pushes my still-knotted cock deeper inside her, making us both gasp.
Her arms circle my neck, her body completely surrendered to mine, trusting me to support her.
I carry her from the room, my hands gripping her ass to hold her securely against me.
In the hallway, before we reach the nesting room, I pause, savoring the feeling of her wrapped around me, literally impaled on my cock. Her legs cling to my waist, her ankles crossed behind my back. The position pushes her breasts against my chest, her nipples hard pebbles against my skin.
A wave of protectiveness comes over me. She trusts me.
“You know,” I whisper in her ear, where only she can hear me. “This makes you my girlfriend now.”
“Are you serious?” she says as a small giggle escapes her.
“Dead serious,” I confirm, my eyes holding hers. “I know it’s fast, and I know your heat is making everything more intense. But I already care about you, Francine. And I want more than just this physical connection.”
Her expression softens, a smile spreading across her face—my heart thumps, waiting for her answer.
“Fine,” she says, her fingers playing with the hair on my chest. “You’re my boyfriend then.”
I capture her lips in a kiss, tender and possessive at once.
My cock, still firmly locked inside her, suddenly twitches erratically, and she gasps into my mouth, her pussy tightening around me in response.