Chapter 17 Summer #2
I cried out as he ran his rough cheek up the inside of my bare leg, blazing a trail of his scent.
One scorching line from my calf all the way up, stopping right before he reached the junction of my thighs.
I carded my fingers through the tangle of his dark hair, tightening as he lapped up the slick dripping down my skin.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned.
“Take it, Lucien,” I panted. “Take all of it.”
My back bowed off the mattress at the first lick of his wet, determined tongue.
Strong hands wrapped around my thighs and yanked me down to his hot mouth, not letting me wriggle away.
He ate me out like he was possessed, compelled to wring every last drop of pleasure from me, and I feared he still wouldn’t be satisfied.
His alpha was rising closer and closer to the surface with every twitch and moan. I dared to look down and saw the exact moment his instincts took over. The shine in his eyes vanished and his scent sharpened as Lucien’s rut took over.
Alpha ruts were usually triggered during omega heats so alphas could keep up with an insatiable omega.
Knowing he was so out of control in his need for me was enough to set me off.
“Fuck. I’m already coming,” I choked out. Hips grinding against his tongue, head full of his scent. Lucien’s grip turned bruising as he continued his steady, flickering assault on my clit.
I didn’t just tumble off the cliff—I fucking catapulted off it. Screaming nonsense about how good he felt, how hard he was making me come. Lucien, Lucien, Lucien. Like a vow, rewriting everything I knew.
As the blinding white in my vision receded, I found him nuzzling his way up my stomach, pushing up my shirt along the way.
I needed his clothes off, too. I wanted to feel the heat of his skin against mine.
I wordlessly tugged at his shirt and he understood, grasping the back of his collar and pulling it over his head.
His shorts followed soon after, landing at the end of my nest.
“ Lucien .” I arched as he laved my nipple with his tongue before giving it an experimental suck. His fingers pushed into me easily, finding my pussy slippery and soaked.
“Listen.” The wet suck of his fingers fucking me was obscene. “So needy.” He started to slide back down. “You can come again for me,” he said decisively.
Eating me out only fueled him. Lucien had my tits in his hands this time, flicking my nipples as he moaned against my cunt. Every cry and curse he drew from me only made him hungrier.
By the time he finally drew himself up over the top of me, I was trembling. We reached for each other desperately, our lips colliding for the first time. Each of us wanting to leave our claim on the other, bruising ourselves with this kiss.
Lucien freed his straining cock from his boxer briefs. He was thick and long with a perfect curve. The head was ruddy because he was so damn hard. He notched himself right against my entrance, the tip already starting to slide in.
But he stopped. His forehead sank to mine, warring with the rut within him.
“You going to let me fuck you raw?”
“Do it,” I begged, my hips already starting to rise. “ Now . I need you inside me.”
He filled me with a single, hard stroke, stretching me out until I was so exquisitely full. I whimpered as he slung my legs over his shoulders, pinning me down with his weight.
“This is how I like you, omega,” Lucien purred as he scent-marked me. “Taking me so perfectly.”
He dragged out almost the full length of his cock before sheathing it fully inside me again. Slowly out, pounding it back in. I was so wet, the brutal pace was nothing for him. No friction, no resistance at all. The air filled with the slap of skin against skin and my gasps and cries.
The beginning swell of his knot ground against my clit with every thrust. A glint of Lucien returned, the wild lash of his scent receding.
“You feel that?” he asked.
“Y-yes.” I could barely speak.
Lucien caught my bottom lip lightly between his teeth before he kissed me. “Tell me what it is,” he murmured. “What it’s for.”
God, I couldn’t believe he was going to make me say it.
“Your knot,” I breathed. “To lock you inside me so you can…”
“So I can what?”
“Fill me with your cum and keep it there.”
The rut seized him one last time and refused to let go.
“Good girl.” Another kiss, another deep stroke that left me seeing stars.
I had never been fucked so possessively before.
He was hitting spots I didn’t even know existed.
I came again, and possibly another time after that.
I lost track. My orgasms were all bleeding into one another, my brain fogged with pleasure.
But the ache between us was palpable and only built no matter how many times I came on his cock. Only one thing was going to satisfy us.
“Please,” I begged. “Knot me, alpha.”
A near-feral growl tore from Lucien’s chest as he shoved his knot home. The unbelievable stretch felt so fucking right as he swelled, locking us together. His climax wracked his entire body and I held him close, feeling him release deep inside me.
“Holy shit, Lucien,” I said hoarsely. I stroked a palm down the strong planes of his back, damp with sweat. He didn’t reply, nuzzling his nose against my neck and blending our scents together even more.
“Lucien?”
Ocean-blue eyes met mine and I realized knotting had not broken his rut. He was still deeply embedded in his instincts and nowhere near done with me.
Is this what it was like being on the other side of a heat? To be needed so keenly? I wanted to keep him in my nest until he rode it out.
I threaded my fingers through his hair. “Stay with me, alpha.”
“Summer,” he mumbled, scent-marking me again like a compulsion.
Lucien held himself carefully the whole time so he didn’t crush me while we were knotted together. His kisses went from sweet to teasing as he picked up the vibrator I threw aside earlier. He leaned back to make space for it between us and switched it on.
“You’re evil for doing this when I can’t move,” I gasped, clenching around his knot.
“I need to feel you again,” he confessed.
He slowly built another orgasm, watching me intently as it rippled through me.
Eventually, his knot deflated and he slipped out of me in a messy rush of fluid. My legs snapped together instinctively and an irritated noise left his throat.
“Leave them spread,” he growled.
He stared openly as I felt his warmth dribble out of me. My entire face and neck had to be crimson. He didn’t notice or care, a satisfied purr rolling out of him as he kissed me.
“Now you’re starting to look like mine.”
“Starting to?”
Lucien pushed his cum back inside me with two fingers and then brought them up to my mouth. I licked them clean, tasting us both. He rewarded me with more kisses, right at the hinge of my throat.
“I’m going to mark you everywhere tonight.” His cock was already rising back to full hardness as he grasped the nape of my neck roughly. “Every part of your body is going to know mine.”
Somewhere far in the back of my mind, a key slotted into a lock and opened a new kink with his name on it.
He rose and I sank, opening my mouth, ready for him.