Chapter 11 #2
And then I smell it.
Oh god.
He really is rutting.
“No,” I whisper, horrified. “No, no, no.”
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, voice a dark velvet. “I won’t touch you. Not until you’re on your knees, whimpering for me.”
A sharp cramp twists in my gut, and I fold slightly. My clit throbs in protest. It’s like his scent is making it all worse. I nearly bolt for the shower, but then I’d have to undress. “Don’t you have things to tend to?” I ask, knowing I’m on the edge.
He watches, utterly calm. “You feel it, don’t you?” he says softly, as if talking to a scared animal. “I am, right now. Tending to your omega needs. To my omega’s needs.”
“I don’t want this!” I shout, but even to me, it sounds weak. My voice cracks under the weight of whatever this heat is becoming.
“I said your needs, not your wants,” he asserts. “You’re going to enter estrus, Diana. You can’t stop it. Not even a shot of suppressants will make it stop. You tried to outrun your nature, and now it’s coming for you.”
“Then find a female Beta,” I growl through clenched teeth, aware that for a brief moment, that almost summoned him to fury. “A pack nurse. Hell, chain me in a damn closet. There are toys. I know there are toys.”
“If anyone touches you now, Diana,” he murmurs, voice dangerously low, like he’s controlling himself for my sake, “I will kill them and then fuck you over their corpse to remind you to never suggest that again. And I admit, against my own ego, that I would tear any toy from your cunt myself.”
My knees are so weak I almost collapse, pain blooming in my abdomen.
Another cramp. Sharper. He’s a fucking psycho, but my body loves the way he’s promising to shroud me in that alpha dominance.
My glare lands on him as he casually strokes the bulge in his pants.
He grins. “I bet if my cock slid right through your thighs, it would find a soaked pussy ready for it.”
The cramping increases, and I throw him a look that makes him stroke his cock harder, flexing the muscles in his forearms. He’s so stupid sitting there, making me cramp by myself.
I’m losing control.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I mutter, my head starting to spin.
He starts to purr, and it’s like rewriting my brain chemistry. “You need an alpha.”
He’s wrong about one thing—the inside of my thighs are soaked, not just my stupid pussy.
She clenches in desperate throbs. My clit pulses again and again.
I want to scream. I close my eyes, the pain like a need to press against taut muscle.
“I don’t feel good. I don’t feel right,” I say, almost panicking.
There’s more vulnerability in my voice than I like, almost pleading, because my body knows he’s programmed to help me.
I hear him near me, but his damn scent makes it all feel better. I sag back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as he gently brushes the hair from my damp forehead.
“Don’t,” I whisper.
He pets me again, fingers threading through my hair like he’s memorizing the texture.
The touch isn’t demanding, just… calming.
“I’ll take care of you through this,” he quietly says, as if the core of him that’s an alpha can’t resist calming a needy omega.
The lips of my pussy throb, especially as I can smell the fluid his cock is already providing me through his clothes.
He’s fully rutting.
This is happening.
I tremble in anticipation, knowing I’m not just near an alpha, but a dominant one. A leader of them. I breathe heavier; he pets my hair more. I groan softly, my pride shattered under the weight of what my body wants. What it needs.
He backs away, and I growl at him for that, to which he laughs, stripping in front of me as his cock springs free, the veined, thick, fleshy part of him leaking at the tip.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
Thick thighs brace him, his hips slightly defined, his stomach thick with muscle.
He’s a fucking masterpiece. Or I’m just a horny omega.
And there are too many clothes on my body.
I’m stripping them off before I realize what I’m doing, still holding my dress in front of my body as I stare over his. He takes a hand, the forearm thick and veined, and slides back from the tip to the base of his cock, spreading the semen down his shaft.
I want to lick it so badly that I don’t recognize myself.
For omegas, when in heat, an alpha’s cum has hormones that help even out my own, fueling and soothing my body all at once. It’s why they’re so painful to ride out alone. It’s why, without suppressants, my body literally needs an alpha.
And with some engagers in my system… this is the first heat that scares me.
My cunt is a throbbing, wet mess, and it hurts so badly that I want to hit him. He should be fucking me right now, making me come on him as he knots deep within, spilling his cum inside of me, and then taking what leaks out to spread it on my body.
Fuck it. Fine. He owes me. He took me. I’ll fuck this acclaimed alpha and make my body feel better, then leave him covered in his own crust.
One glance up at his eyes, and they’re nearly black.
He’s in a full rut. Alphas are so finicky, so possessive, so destructive when like this—at least to those outside of this space.
Just the possibility of someone coming in here could turn him into a violent rage, fucking me hard to ensure that if someone walks in, all they see is his cock buried deep inside of me.
No, I’m not leaving. He’s going to make sure I’m properly fucked, so I can humiliate him later.
I near his cock, instincts completely numbing any shyness for never having touched one before.
I’m on my knees instantly, taking it into my mouth like I’ve seen at omega training houses—places we’d visit to help with births or healing a rather brutal fucking—licking at his pre-cum.
It’s as if I’m tasting his pheromones, and they’re heaven-sent.
Why is it so perfect? To taste such a heady, alpha flavor is divine.
His thick, warm flesh is hard and yet soft in my mouth, my eyes rolling as I bob my head.
He groans so deeply, I find myself high on the power of making him weak. “Such a good omega. I’ll take care of your needs during this heat, Diana. Your walls can safely be down.”
My name. My traitorous cunt clenches at the sound of it from his lips, especially promising me safety. As if sensing me fighting him for using my name while his dick is in my mouth, he growls, which sends slick sliding out to where I can feel it. “I won’t fuck you until you beg for it.”
I pull off, gasping. “You’re supposed to please me.”
“I still stand by that,” he says, stroking himself slowly, more white fluid slowly leaking out.
“I need you to fuck me.”
“Use my name.”
God, it hurts; the empty hole in my body that is begging for him. “Fuck me, Judge,” I say through gritted teeth. “I need you to fuck me.”
“What else?”
I stand up and smack his hard, tattooed chest, and he laughs again, that annoying smile rather handsome. “Fuck me, you stupid alpha! Knot in me! Purr in my ear, make me come a hundred times!” My knees buckle, and it seriously feels like a virus is taking over. “Please, it hurts.”
He moves in an instant.
He has me on the bed, those massive hands grabbing either of my thighs to expose me to him.
Pure avarice and greed contort his face, a rumble so deep and threatening I know he’d kill even his closest man if he so dared come in here.
That large, veined cock lines up as he rocks his hips right into my pussy, piercing me as I loudly moan, gripping the bedding that’s all wrong.
He splits me wide with a stretch so sweet I cry out.
My scream echoes off the walls, but he doesn’t stop.
He rocks hard and deep into me like I’m already his—like he’s sealing it, every thrust a signature of ownership.
“You’re so lucky I need this,” I say, watching his flesh disappear into mine. “This is so fucked up. When I get away—”
He snarls, fangs bared, both his hands bracing on the bed next to me as his weight helps push him further into me. Lifting one of his hands, he grabs my head and pulls it to the side, all while fucking me into a stupor, and grazes his teeth along my scent gland, but doesn’t bite.
“You will go nowhere,” he growls into my skin.
And I love it.
In that white-hot, feverish moment, I want nothing else.
I’m so lost in this, and it feels like a natural part of what’s supposed to happen, especially as I climax and lull my head back like I’ve gotten the best massage in the world.
He comes almost just as quickly, shoving himself deep inside so his knot stretches against omega muscles in what’s akin to finally stretching out a tight kink, except this one is full of all the best nerve endings.
The oddest thing follows, and I actually close my eyes as I breathe in his musk and feel whole.
If anyone were to ever describe what taking a narcotic was like, this has to be it.
Logic is replaced with primality. And when his knot loosens, we keep going.
He tells me how gorgeous he finds me, how I smell like the most perfect omega.
He shows me the different ways to suck his cock.
His tongue cleans up every part of me, even sliding his fingers into me before shoving them in my mouth as I greedily suck. I then demand he keep working his tongue, and the alpha happily obliges, his growling vibrations burrowing into my skin.
There’s not much true sleep. There’s food in here, and water.
He has to even feed me at times, or else I’d forget, just wanting to be knotted.
I swear my eyelids are half open at all times, my eyes glossed over.
All the while, my body feels like I agreed to it, when I know I didn’t.
The omega inside is the loudest she’s ever been.
It’s not until the third day, when my estrus is coming down, and I actually sleep, that I wake up to realize what this means.
My eyes widen, prodding at my neck, but my entire body is sore. Filled. Covered. So is the bedding.
I just got fucked for three days straight by Judge himself.