40. Candice
Chapter 40
K nowing someone is big is not quite the same thing as knowing someone is big! Case in point, Leo is a tall guy, I think Jacks told me he was 6 '7, and there are times I want to climb him like a tree and feel what it’s like being that tall. By the law of averages, this would mean that Leo is also well endowed, and holy fucking shit, I’m not sure if that’s going to fit.
I know omegas are made to be stretchy, and yeah, logic dictates that if a baby can come out of that then a giant penis should be able to go in. But the tree analogy was not far off, and that thing is like a fucking log. My inner omega gives a little happy wiggle.
That bitch is crazy.
My mind is clearer than it was, Leo has long thick fingers and he knows how to use them. But now I’m burning up again, I feel like my skin’s on fire, and I need him to come back here and knot me properly, but he keeps trying to pull away. It’s enough to make a confident and empowered omega cry…and I’m neither of those things. I sniff loudly, feeling even worse about myself. Who starts crying in the middle of their heat? I know it’s not attractive, and I doubt it’s doing me any favors with my already squishy body.
I curl in on myself, trying to cry quietly. It hurts, and I need a knot, but I can understand why Leo doesn't want me…the man is gorgeous, the whole pack is, and I’m kind of a frumpy nerd. I wish I’d paid more attention to how to be attractive, when all the girls talked in high school about makeup and exercise and giggled about how to seduce somebody, I just didn’t care. It was never important to me, but now I feel like I’m missing some pretty crucial knowledge.
A big warm body curls against my back, and the scent of oranges is stronger than the chai right now, zesty. It’s not fair, this man smells like a hot cup of tea and an orange roll, fuck. I curl farther into myself, trying to get as small as I can, but his big arms wrap around me, keeping me from hiding. “I know it hurts, Kitten, I’m here to help, just tell me what you need."
But how can I tell him like this…I need a knot, oh could you lower your standards just for a few days. Once again, the logical part of my brain tells me that he wouldn’t touch me if he didn’t find me attractive. He wouldn’t be curled up against my back with a lead pipe pressed against my ass if he didn’t want me…but anxiety, ain’t she a bitch. She says it’s all pheromones and nobody could really want me, I can’t stop my body’s shaking from the need and the tears, and I don’t have the courage to tell him what’s wrong.
He squeezes me tighter. “Ok, Kitten, let’s try this…do you want to wait for Jacks or Gabe? We can do that, but is there any way I might be an acceptable substitute? If not, I’m going to need to go take a really cold shower and have a lie down, alone, with a lot of lube." He pauses, kissing the back of my shoulder.
“It’s ok if you don’t want me, I know I’m not dominant like Gabe, or fun like Jacks or super smart like Xan…I’m just kind of a big freak of nature." He sighs and kisses my hair.
“Do I need to beg here? Because I need you, I’m so hard it hurts, and if you don’t want me, I would really rather not be here when they come in." He hugs me tight, but my brain is still trying to process what he’s talking about when his arms loosen and he pulls away.
It takes me longer than it should for all that to filter through, hormones or pain, I don’t know, but I roll over and grab his hand before he can leave the bed. I pull, and he lets me bring him close. He looks so sad, and it’s such a far cry from his usual easy-going smile that I start crying for both of us. “It’s ok, Kitten, I know what I am." He kisses my hair but I don’t let him pull away again.
Grabbing his face, I pull his mouth to mine. While I’m probably salty and unappealing...I don’t think Miss Omega Manners ever covered how to deal with anxiety crying during a heat. I never read her column anyway, so that 's just a guess.
He doesn’t leave me guessing for long, after the first few tentative kisses Leo is kissing me back, sucking on my lips, and I gasp in surprise–he uses that opening to thrust his tongue into my mouth. I writhe against him as his big hands hold me down, caging me in as he plunders my mouth. He’s all I can feel, everywhere and everything I need, devouring my moans and whimpers, his possessive growl rumbling across my skin, making my nipples harden and more slick gush from my core.
He leans over me, his knee going between my thighs, spreading me wide for him, one of his big hands slides down to my hip, holding me in place as he drops and rolls his body against mine, the other fists tightly into my hair as he ravages my mouth. I feel like I’m going to combust if he doesn’t fuck me soon, but when I try to pull away to ask, I can’t, I’m trapped by his hands and tongue and teeth, and I do the only thing I can–I bite him.
He pulls back, looking down at me, his pupils are blown wide, and he’s breathing heavily. His hand on my hip moves up to touch his lip and the tiny drop of blood there. His eyes flick to the blood on his fingers and back to me, regret mars his face.
“Please, Leo…my alpha. I need you inside me. Please, it hurts, I need you." A flash of relief crosses his features before kisses me again, fast and sweet, but with copper tints to his orange flavor. He hooks his arm around my waist and pulls me higher on the bed.
“How do you want me omega? Do you want to present for me?" I immediately roll over, scrambling up onto my hands and knees before dropping my arms and looking back over my shoulder at him, he runs his hands over my hips, then up my spine, raising goosebumps.
“I think we need pillows.” He murmurs and thank fuck for Jacks, because I have a shit ton of pillows in here. I start grabbing them and tossing them over my shoulder. I think I smack him with a few in my fervor, but then his arm circles my hips and lifts me again, stuffing the pillows under me until I feel like my legs are hanging in the air by the time he stops.
“That is a delicious view, Kitten." Then he bites my ass cheek, not hard, but I’m sure I’m gonna have a mark there tomorrow. I glare over my shoulder at him this time.
“Sorry love, you just look good enough to eat." But I’m distracted again as his fingers wrap around my hips and he holds me in place to rock against me, just the feel of his hard shaft pressing against me leaves me whimpering and leaking slick all over him.
He groans loudly, grinding against me harder. One hand pulls away to rub his cock head up and down, getting him slippery with my juice.
“Is this ok?" I barely manage a nod, before he’s lined up and pushing into me, and the stretch is both pleasure and pain.
The friction makes me moan, but if I wasn’t an omega there is no way this could work. I feel like I’m being split in two, as he slowly inches his way in, stopping to breathe and pulling back to rock forward with more force. The burn is almost too much, and when he bottoms out inside me, his knot pressed tight against my entrance, I don’t know if that’s going to be possible.
My inner omega gives another excited little squeal and dance.
She is gonna fucking get us killed, I swear.
A big hand strokes down my spine, and his low purr kicks up, loosening my muscles and helping me relax around him.
“You ok there?” I reach back and pat his hand, because words are not something I can do right now. A low chuckle is my only warning before he pulls out and slams back in hard. My teeth click with the impact and a small part of my brain wonders if we are going to survive this.
But what a way to go!
Leo is huge, and strong, and he lifts and maneuvers my hips, dragging my body back against him every time he thrusts forward. I feel like a ragdoll, a very overstuffed ragdoll, as I’m pushed and pulled by this giant alpha. Used for his pleasure. It’s a heady experience and I can’t do more than twitch as my release slams into me, making white lights explode behind my eyes. My whole body seizes before it relaxes, my muscles become jelly when it happens. All I can do is hang limply in his arms as he thrusts into me, grunting as he works me over, stretching me for his knot.
“Alpha…knot. Bite…please…” I’m not sure if I’m making sense, but he gets the gist of it.
He pulls out completely, and I feel empty and devastated, until he rolls me over, and slides one hand under my ass and the other against my back. He lifts me up to his chest, and my legs go around his lean hips. He holds me tightly against him as he slams back into me, filling me with one thrust. I give a strangled cry as my whole body lights up.
He moves me over and over, thrusting me up and down on his shaft–his loud groan shaking my whole body.
“Fuck, Candice. I-I can’t hold on. I want you, please…can I…" He raises me once more and pulls me down hard against his knot and it hurts, it hurts so bad. I wiggle against it, trying to escape the pain but my movement and my weight provide the last nudge it needs to slide inside locking me against him.
He’s sitting back on his calves, neck bent at a harsh angle, kissing and licking my neck, and I tilt my head to give him better access. I feel so fucking full right now, I’m light headed, and worry filters through that I might pass out. I reach up and pet his hair, the only permission I can give right now, but it’s enough, and with one last lick he opens wide and sinks his teeth into my neck where it joins my shoulder.
Another internal explosion rocks me, my eyes rolling back, and my body twisting and convulsing around him as all my muscles seize. He straightens and his head tilts back as he lets out a roar loud enough to shake the windows in their frames. He’s still holding my body against his, locked in place by his knot. And I can feel my body milking his release. He’s filling me up, I flail against him, my hips trying to buck. His hand slides from my ass to snake between us, long fingers dipping down to rub my clit–keeping my orgasm going as he twitches and jerks inside me .
My mind feels stuffed with cotton, the edges of everything all soft and fuzzy. His arm wraps across my chest, and he lowers us to the side, his big body still wrapped around me. I can feel warmth radiating in my chest, a cozy feeling like being wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, and I know it's Leo.
“So, did you just fuckin’ call us up here to watch you knot and bond our omega without the rest of the pack?” Gabe’s growl startles me out of my snuggly repose, and Leo tenses against me, pulling me tighter to his chest.
“I actually called you because her heat started, and I wanted everyone to get ready and join us." I can hear the smile in Leo’s voice.
“The audience for knotting and bonding is just a happy bonus." Xan’s loud guffaw breaks some of the tension and Leo kisses the top of my head.
I’m still locked against him, and I bask in his warm satisfaction that I can feel through our bond.
“Well, Old Man, you’re more flexible than I realized, I admit I was curious how you were gonna pull that off with her being so short–it was quite a sight to see." Xan chuckles darkly. “Let me lock up, feed Iggy, and get Jacks in here. Gabe, can you grab some water bottles and stock the mini-fridge? I don’t think any of us are going anywhere for a few more days.