37. Casey
THIRTY-SEVEN
Casey
Casey
I’d never really thought of myself as prey. Something to be devoured, something that could easily be controlled. But when Adam came at me, his rut fully upon him, some small part of me felt like a little rabbit he was going to eat.
He tore at my clothes and had his cock inside me before my pants were off.
I struggled to even speak from the intensity of his thrusts.
He slammed his body into mine at a bruising pace.
It should’ve been unbearable, but our pheromones were in concert with each other and pleasure was overriding the pain.
I still had to grit my teeth from the overwhelming force of his body.
“Am I hurting you?” he growled.
I didn’t want to say yes, but I also didn’t want to lie. “Only a little. It feels so good, Adam.”
“You do like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you, Casey? You feel fucking amazing.”
I didn’t know which to react to, his teasing or the praise.
I loved both of them. And I loved the way he was fucking me, even if it made me feel like I could barely breathe.
It was always intense with him, but his overpowered pheromones combined with his rut fueled libido…
It was like having every nerve exposed. Lying there, raw underneath him, every sensation too much and not enough all at once.
I teetered on the edge, gasping for air, my body overloaded with pleasure.
His pheromones were so thick in the air, they choked me with every breath.
It was suffocating, and I loved every second of that breathless feeling.
This was more than I’d expected. I’d been with an Alpha in rut before, many times in fact.
Even though I knew Adam would be a lot, I didn’t think I would feel so much.
As soon as I felt tension building in my lower belly, he was fucking an orgasm out of me.
I shuddered beneath him, whimpering as pleasure rushed over my body.
I didn’t even know I was that close until it happened.
He yanked my pants off and spread my trembling thighs to see a small dribble of cum on my limp cock.
The rest had ended up in my underwear. “Such a bad boy. I want to watch every time you cum for me. I love seeing you covered in it. From here—” he trailed a finger from my neck all the way down to my dick, “—to here. Like a pretty painting just for me.”
He usually wasn’t so poetic, if that’s what you could call it, but his rut addled brain was doing it for me.
The way he stared down at me with every thrust, as if I were the most beautiful omega in the entire world, set my body on fire.
He always looked at me like that, especially when we were naked and sweaty, but this time there was an intensity in the way he watched me.
Fierce and possessive. No Alpha had ever looked at me like that before.
It almost made me want to hide my face, to bury myself in a pillow just to escape how it made me feel.
I felt… loved. Owned. Cherished. I belonged to him, and every thrust, every burst of pleasure inside me as he ravished my body, bound me closer to his side.
After only a few minutes, his bruising pace and rough growls signaled his release. He collapsed on my chest as his orgasm erupted deep inside me. “Fuck,” he moaned. He kissed my neck, nibbling my skin until it stung. “You’re mine.”
It was difficult to think straight, but a thought pulled at me as he yanked off our remaining clothes and lifted me from the floor.
I almost couldn’t remember that something was bothering me as he slammed me onto the kitchen counters and fucked three orgasms out of me that were so close together, my cock hadn’t stopped spurting cum before the next began.
Any drop of cum that landed on something other than my body went straight into my mouth as punishment, and Adam kept his fingers between my lips until my next orgasm came.
I don’t know how he had enough consciousness to dominate me mid-rut, but I wasn’t surprised at all.
Even half-asleep, Adam still took control of me.
Once I’d been a good little omega and kept my cum on my stomach where it belonged, he carried me to the couch and fucked me until he came twice. Each time, that small nagging feeling hit me, but I could barely breathe, let alone think straight.
He pressed his hand against my lower belly as he fucked me harder and harder. “I’m going to get you pregnant again, omega.”
“I, fuck,” I swore. I threw my arm over my face and sank my teeth into it to hold in my moans. “I’m already pregnant.”
“I know. You’re carrying my baby, little one.
I’m going to get you pregnant again. I’ll put another baby inside you with the first one.
” He yanked my arm down and held both of my hands against my belly.
“Watch me do it, Casey. Watch me fuck another baby into you. Keep your eyes open.” Panting, he watched every expression on my face, and I struggled to keep my eyes open with him ramming into my pleasure spot like a piston.
“You can’t get me pregnant twice,” I tried to explain, but he wasn’t listening, he was just making me cum again before he reached his own climax. My eyes squeezed shut for a split second when the shudders overtook me. The pleasure was so intense, I couldn’t help it.
His piercing gaze turned feral, stirring a mix of excitement and fear within me. “Casey.” Oh, god. I was in for it now. “You know better.”
I almost apologized, but that would not save me. He was already fucking me within an inch of my life, and now he was going to punish me on top of that. “Adam, please.”
The glint in his eyes showed I would get no mercy.
“You think I’ll go easy on you because I’m in rut?
” My body trembled all over, and it wasn’t from climaxing.
He picked me up and put me on my hands and knees, raking my body across the couch cushions until my hands touched the carpet.
A thick trail of my cum rubbed off onto the sofa.
“Look at that. You’re getting my couch dirty.
” Thrusting deep inside me, he grabbed my hair and roughly shoved my face into the cushions. “Clean them off and I’ll make you cum.”
It’s not very glamorous, having your face smashed into a pile of your own cum on the sofa cushions, but god it turned me on so much, I was about to orgasm everywhere.
I struggled to take a full breath between the fabric and cum.
His hand pinned me down and made me take it, whether I liked it or not.
I could say our safe word. It was always an option.
And though the words teetered on my tongue with every rough, bruising thrust, my body shuddered on the edge of another orgasm at his touch, and I knew I would never say it.
Adam roughly spanked one side of my ass and then the other, making me whimper as the pain rushed over me.
So fucking good. I wanted to say the words out loud, but my mouth was preoccupied with trying to clean the cushions.
If I came before they were clean, he would punish me again.
“That’s it,” he cooed in a deep, curling growl.
“I love how you take me. Always so soft and wet. Clean up every drop, Casey.”
I shuddered with pleasure and kept licking, slurping up everything I could feel with my tongue. It was salty and tangy. I preferred the taste of his cum to my own, but I dutifully obeyed until I couldn’t feel any left on the cushions.
“That’s my good omega,” he purred, and he fucked me so hard and rough, shoving my face into the cushions until I couldn’t breathe.
My body crested as I gasped for air, and I came shamelessly all over the rug beneath us.
He let me up for air, and I sucked in a breath as my body shuddered and trembled in ecstasy.
Fuck. Every orgasm was intense with him, but I had never cum so hard before.
I couldn’t catch my breath for so long, I worried I might pass out.
He wrapped his arms around me, gently kissing down my neck.
“Sssh. You’re okay. Breathe, Casey.” It would’ve been easier to calm down if he stopped fucking me, but that never slowed despite his soothing kisses. “You did so well.”
“I…” Finally able to take a deep breath, I straightened my back and gripped the sofa cushions to steady myself. “I came on the rug.”
He chuckled at me. “You want me to punish you again?” I shook my head, and his hand slipped around my throat. It was so big, he could hold my entire neck in one hand. “I want to do so many bad things to you. You would let me do whatever I want, right, Casey?”
My laugh was cut off by a long, desperate moan as he shoved right into my pleasure spot. Even the most overwhelming things he did to me were worth every second. “Y-yes. Whatever you want.”
A dangerous admission, one he would absolutely cash in on, and as he dragged me around the entire bottom floor of the house, fucking me relentlessly for hours, I forgot about everything else. Adam in rut was all consuming.
“Cum for me, Casey,” he ordered, his voice rough with desire. “Give me one more.”
We’d been going for so long that nothing was coming out of me now. Every orgasm was delicious torture. “I… god, I can’t cum anymore.”
“You can, and you will.”
I would. We both knew it. Another countless orgasm forced its way out of me, and the angle of our bodies sent my climax shooting all over my face.
He had somehow found some remnant of cum inside me.
Adam growled with approval as he swiped my cum up with his thumb and painted it across my chest. He seemed obsessed with making me a cum covered painting, and I was coated in it, all over my chest and stomach.
Grunting in either pleasure or pain as he went at me again, I gripped his arms to hold myself steady. God, it felt so good, and the last thing I wanted to do was stop, but one of us had to be level-headed right now, and it wasn’t going to be him.
“Adam,” I moaned. “Baby. We need to drink some water.” I’d never called him baby before, but he seemed to enjoy it, and he fucked another intense orgasm out of me that stole my breath away. Fuck. I would never get him to stop if he didn’t listen. “Baby,” I said again. “Water. Our baby needs water.”
That undid some of the spell he was under.
He picked me up from the coffee table and took us to the kitchen.
My cum squished between our bodies, making his red chest hair a sticky, white mess.
A shower might be the best medicine right now, after we drank something.
He refused to let me go or disconnect our bodies, so I maneuvered myself around the kitchen four feet in the air, somehow grabbing a few bottles of water from the fridge as he left teeth marks all over my collarbone.
I opened a bottle and carefully tipped it into his mouth for him to swallow. “That’s it. More, Adam. Drink the water.”
The hydration somehow got through to him, and he chuckled at me as I waited to give him more. “You called me baby and now you’re treating me like one.”
“Yes, you’re a big, horny baby, now drink.”
Heat pooled in his eyes, and once his bottle was empty, I reached for mine.
He slammed me onto the counter and thrust deep inside me.
“Your turn.” As if I could drink any water with him about to rip the cabinet off the floor from the force of his hips.
He somehow restrained himself long enough for me to get a few swigs in my mouth, but the pained look on his face tore at my heart.
It wasn’t that he wanted to endlessly fuck me for a week straight.
He needed to. His rut demanded nothing less.
You try reasoning with a massive Alpha Dom who has to fuck you silly or he’ll lose his damn mind. It was impossible.
Unwilling to give up, I somehow got us both hydrated and fed him small bites of bread from the counter.
I was interrupted by yet another climax, and then his, but we finished half a loaf between us before he took over again.
It wouldn’t do much. We needed an actual meal, but like I said, we were occupied until further notice, and it’s not like I could cook food with him balls deep inside me.
That first day was more sex than I even thought possible. After making sure we both had something substantial for dinner, some leftover sandwiches in the fridge, I fell asleep somewhere between the kitchen and the shower. My last thought was how would he manage without me before I drifted off.