Chapter 17
Enzo
I've never wondered what this might be like. I never cared. But I've never had someone like Ophelia in my life, so it makes sense I'd not have noticed or cared how a woman smelled—how her pupils dilated in reaction to my scent mingling with hers, how her skin flushed red in the wake of my touch.
My alpha growls, and though it's happened before—never as many times as it has in the last two weeks—there's something different about it this time. It's visceral and desperate, a deep vibration rumbling from my gut. My teeth burn, god do they ache. I feel the bonding venom heavy in my incisors, begging me to claim my omega.
I should probably talk to her about that, but she's just as lost in the haze as I am. My cock weighs so heavy, straining against my zipper, seeking her pussy like a missile, my knot throbbing and thickening, a most distracting sensation.
Placing my hand on her sternum, I guide Ophelia back a few steps. She whimpers in protest, but I don't let her get far; I just need space to think clearly so I don't rut her like a fucking animal.
Shockingly, I've not thought that far ahead, not imagined what this would be like. I suspect I'll be insatiable once I've had her, which is one of the reasons I've not let myself be alone with her. There's time in our future for me to fuck her like an animal, but right now, I want to take my time.
With a bit of space between us, I can take her in. Eyes at half-mast, chest heaving, her wickedly tantalizing perfume blooming between us. I can smell her slick; she's likely dripping wet. One glance and I notice how her knees press together, any amount of relief a balm on the burning ache she feels between her legs. My cock is practically pulsing, my balls tightening up like I'm about to come. I can't believe this is real. That she's here and that she wants me as badly as I want her.
I don't release my hand from her chest; instead, I let my fingertips trail down the center, pulling her dress open, exposing her perfect, small breasts. I pull one out, then the other, tucking the scraps of fabric beneath the lacy white bra.
"I'm going to bite you right here," I tell her, caressing the left with my thumb, goosebumps following my touch. "Bond you to me for life."
Her perfume bursts again, stronger, with a new, sweeter layer blooming like candied flowers, making my mouth water and my teeth burn sharper.
"Enzo, please," she begs. It's surreal. "I need… I need…"
I can't believe I've done that. I don't think I've ever turned on a woman, let alone rendered one incoherent. In passing, possibly, but one look at my dissecting, clinical gaze and most turn away and shudder, unsure why I unsettle them so.
Not Ophelia. She fucking loves it. She knows it means I'm going to learn every single inch of her—how she feels, what she likes, what she doesn't. I'm going to analyze her every reaction and expression until I find the perfect combination to make her fall apart and scream my name. I'm going to watch my brothers fuck her and take note of everything they do that makes her light up.
My thumb flicks her nipple at the peak of her left breast, hidden beneath the material of her bra, though I can feel how hard it is. Sensitive, too, since her knees nearly collapse, and a soft whimper escapes those perfect lips, and she begs me again.
Reaching out, I grab the tie of her dress and rip it open, unwrapping her like the best fucking present I've ever received.
She's wearing those thick slick-wick underwear I've heard of but never seen in person. They cover all the important bits, but she's so wet her slick is dripping down the hem onto her thigh.
Hmm, this might be a project for our Research and Development department to improve upon to help omegas hide their scent better. Right now, these are doing nothing to hide that lustrous shine, her candied floral scent even stronger as I watch the slick trail down her thick inner thigh.
Coming to a kneel, I lean forward and breathe her in. Her rose scent is even stronger at her core, and I shove my nose between her legs. She squeaks, and it's adorable, but her panties are in the way, and she's wearing too much clothing. Wrapping my arm around the back of her knees, I stand, lifting her with me. Thrown over my shoulder, she squeals again while her dress flaps open around us.
I ignore the feel of her burning bare skin touching mine. When we reach her bedroom, her scent overwhelms me. The rest of her apartment smelled like cleaning supplies and faintly of mildew or some other offending mold, but here, where she sleeps, where she touches herself, there's no hiding it.
Lavender and sage, an earthy combination, with the intoxicating rose floral—a perfect combination to describe Ophelia, both down-to-earth and classically beautiful all at once.
I drop her on the bed, and her little tits bounce as she lands. My alpha snarls, begging to be let out. I can't let him loose, or he'll bond and impale her instantly.
I need another minute, so I take a step back.
"Dress off," I command. My voice does not sound like my own. She quickly, ungracefully, pulls her arms out of the dress, throwing it to the ground. "Bra, too."
I should do it for her, but I've always been intimidated by the idea of taking off a woman's bra, and now's not the time to experiment. But I don't need to overthink it because she takes it off quickly, tossing the material somewhere off the bed with the dress.
Her chest heaves with each breath, making her beautiful breasts lift and fall, jiggling slightly, and it's a distracting image. Her nipples are dusty pink and hard, and I let myself give in just a bit, climbing onto the bed and sucking the right one into my mouth. Ophelia cries out, wrapping her legs around my waist while I taste her, feeling the soft texture of her skin, the puckering firm shape of her nipple. I flick my tongue, noticing how she writhes and bucks her hips up with each lashing of my tongue.
My perfect little omega wiggles beneath me, chanting my name, and I'm so hard the material of my pants fucking hurts, and yet, simultaneously, the strain feels so good I think I might come.
I keep licking and kissing while she frantically scratches her dull nails into my hair, lifting her hips in search of something. I kiss my way down her soft stomach, and when I reach her slick-wick panties, I rip them off, the material tearing easily for my shaking, needy fingers.
I know the mechanics of an omega. On the outside, they look just the same as a beta, though sometimes they're shorter in height, their bodies softer, rounder, more supple. However, they're more pliable internally, with the ability to stretch, expand, tighten, and contract around an alpha's cock, pussy walls shaped and designed to suck a knot right inside their body, locking the two tightly together until both needs are satisfied.
But I've never seen one in person of any designation, and it's more than I was prepared for. I'm trying so hard to keep my shit together while I explore, but I'm slowly unraveling. And when her panties come off, and her perfume fills my nose, my alpha growls and my mouth waters, teeth sharpening and burning with the urge to bite and bond her. She smells incredible, and when I part her beautiful folds and see the slick dripping from her needy cunt, my cock pulses, and I'm fucked.
One lick, one single taste of her, and I'm coming, shaking and rubbing my cock against the mattress. It's a short burst of an orgasm with barely any effort, much like the shower a couple of weeks ago, but I still came in my pants. That's okay. I forgive myself because any functioning alpha wouldn't have the steel control I have, not rutting her into the bed.
My pants are wet, but I ignore it because my cock is hard and getting harder. Ophelia cries out, so I keep licking her pussy, changing pace and movement with each mousy plea, noticing what she likes and what makes her gush harder. Maybe I needed to come so I could think straight because I could catalog everything, every little sound.
The tip of my nose hits her clit, and she shudders, so I nudge her back and forth. There's not enough friction, so I use my thumb to pluck the sensitive bundle of nerves more quickly and firmly while I continue to lick, and a flood of come drips down her legs, spraying all over my face while her legs shake violently. She's screaming in ecstasy, so I change nothing, nudging and flicking and licking until she winds down. We're both soaked, and it's more incredible than anything I've ever witnessed.
Her cheeks burn when I finally lean back to look at my beautiful handiwork. I think she's embarrassed, but her scent doesn't tell me she's upset. She's sated and happy but shy.
"Thank you."
Her eyes widen before she starts giggling, "I think I should be thanking you."
"Nonsense," I say matter-of-factly. "It's a privilege to be with you, to taste you. To love you."
I pull off my tie, carefully unbuttoning my shirt and jacket, folding each piece of clothing, and neatly stacking them on the ground. I don't care that they're all deliciously filthy and wet; it's a compulsion to fold them, so I do. Tossing them on the ground might distract me, and I don't want that right now. My glasses are the last thing to come off, and I do so reluctantly. My vision isn't terrible, but I still want to make out every last detail of her skin.
She's looking at me oddly—wondrously, maybe. I'm not thickly packed muscle like Asher and Sully, and I don't have model-good looks like Theo. I'm lean from all the running I do. But she seems pleased with my body, her eyes raking over my skin, down to the throbbing cock between my legs.
That's all I care about, that she enjoys me, that I can please her. And, one day soon, I hope she looks at me with love.
I love my brothers. It took time, but I can identify the feeling now. Ophelia lives in the crevices of myself, slowly becoming an extension of my soul. She has a place in my heart that another will never occupy, and though it feels ludicrous to declare my love for her, having had so little time together, I know unequivocally that I do. Like a seed planted and sprouted—it needs roots, some sun, and some water. But my love for her is there, a living thing.
I don't bother explaining all this. My cock is so hard it's painful, throbbing and aching. My knot is swollen, something I've never experienced before. Some alphas can knot any omega, some can only swell for their bonded, chosen mate or scent-match. For me, it seems, it's the latter.
Having an orgasm has made her think more clearly. She's still in a haze but not delirious with need. I take advantage of her lucidity.
"I'm ready to bond with you whenever you are." I touch her left breast, caressing my thumb gently over the swell near her sternum. "I'm going to bite you here. You don't have to say yes right now. I just wanted you to know."
She doesn't flinch away. If anything, she softens with the declaration. I climb between her legs, and though we're both so turned on, and I'm about to change both our fucking lives, I let her have a moment of rational thought.
"Do it, Enzo. Make me yours." Her eyes glitter, and she reaches out, squeezing my arms, pulling me closer.
"You already are, my love."
I'm not gentlemanly enough to make us wait or to let her have more time to think it over or change her mind. I don't care that my brothers might be angry or that she might have second thoughts. Because she's mine. And I'm hers. Forever.
With one swift thrust, I push inside Ophelia, and her cries of pleasure return, her slick making her entrance welcoming and warm. It's the greatest physical feeling I've ever had in my entire life. It's so intense I have to pause, hovering over her.
Black spots cloud my vision, and I nearly black out. My cock, buried inside her, continues to pulse and fuck her without any movement or thrust of my hips. I let it while I regain consciousness. And then I move.
She lifts her knees, and that helps bring me back to reality. I pull my hips back and thrust forward, burying so deep and far inside her that I bottom out.
I grunt, the pleasure unfathomable, but eventually, I give up trying to get my brain to function in unison with my body and instead, for the first time in my life, let my body take control. Ophelia's legs wrap around my lower back, and I pound into her hard and fast and deep.
She continues to cry out and scream, but finally, my brain catches up, and when she wiggles her hips and the hard bone of my pelvis hits her clit, she screams harder and shakes beneath me, so I tilt my hips and slam against it. Again and again, until she's vibrating beneath me, screaming out her second orgasm.
When her pussy begins to pulse and contract around me, squeezing my cock, it feels like something is happening, but I don't know what. I try to think, a weak attempt to filter through my knowledge of alpha and omega sex, but I can't think clearly, and I don't know what's coming, but our bodies know, and then I feel it.
My swollen knot pulses, her tight pussy sucking me in, begging for me to thrust deeper.
"Please, Enzo, I need it," she sobs.
I almost tell her I don't know what to do, but one more tight squeeze from her channel and I know, instantly. I shove inside, slamming so hard she cries out once more, but this time it's visceral. My knot tucks inside while her pussy pulls me in, locking us together. It's so tight, like a fist, made perfectly for me.
Locked inside her pussy, my cock continues to pulse of its own accord, and I come so hard my vision blanks. I think my eyes roll back into my head. Ophelia's still coming, and we stay like that; I don't know for how long. Several seconds, minutes, maybe. I have no idea. Sex is better than I ever knew it could be.
She comes down, but my seed continues to spurt, my muscles shaking as I try to regain control. I brush her hair away from her face, and her eyes are teary and half open. I kiss the tears, her cheeks, her lips, small pecks, licking and tasting her.
Shuddering as the last of my seed empties inside her, my lips meet hers, and we kiss and explore each other while my knot slowly loosens. We're soaked and sated, and though I'm no longer locked inside her, a place where I'll live my most profound moments, I don't pull out.
Instead, I kiss down her neck. When I reach her left breast, the ache in my teeth returns, and I bite, releasing my alpha-bonding venom into her system.
Our bond lights up like a synapse firing through our nervous systems, connecting us on a molecular level; a feeling I can only describe as a religious experience.
And then we both pass out.