Chapter Four #2
“Omega,” he rumbles, barely articulating the word, but it’s the first sign of intelligent life beneath the beast.
Something deep inside my mind whispers at me to touch him. To run my fingers across his skin and reassure him everything is okay. That it’ll be alright.
“Yes. Yes, that’s right. Omega.” I press my hand to my collarbone, then move to press it against his chest. I can’t reach his collarbone. “Let your Omega take care of her Alpha.”
His growl morphs into a slow rumble of contentment, and I smile gently.
Is this what it means to be an Omega? To hold power over such a formidable creature with something as soft as kindness and care? I wonder how long it’s been since someone treated him like he mattered and wasn’t just a killing machine.
I need to touch him. Kiss his skin, take him into my arms and nuzzle my face against his throat.
I guide him until we’re standing face to face.
My fingers are shaking as they dance over the bloodied, wet fabric of his uniform, tracing the shape of his shoulders and then down to his upper arms.
“Let’s get these dirty clothes off you. That’ll make you feel better.”
For practical reasons, of course. I imagine the scent of blood is a trigger factor. Not because I want to see more of his body. Nope.
I tug on his torn shirt, fingering the buttons questioningly.
The Alpha lets out a snarl that sounds less like a warning and more like encouragement. The twitching of his skin lessens, but his breathing doesn’t slow.
Instead, it hitches as he sucks in a deep lungful of my scent. I wonder what I smell like to him.
“Omega,” he repeats, and it sends a sharp twinge straight to my clit.
As I pop the first few buttons open, I bite my lower lip at the sight of his chiseled pecs.
My mind unhelpfully provides visions of fisting the dark dusting of curled hair on his chest as I ride him furiously.
I shake my head to dispel the image and continue to help him undress.
I’m not a blushing virgin, but neither have I been so close to an Alpha.
Everything they said is true. I’m drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. Everything about him attracts me. It’s like eating salad your whole life and then being given a hamburger. I want to gorge myself.
As his layers come off and are tossed into the medical waste bin, his scent shifts. It becomes rich and heady. It’s amazing. Hints of gunpowder and roses. The best thing I’ve ever smelled. It’s so delicious that my mouth waters.
I can’t stop touching him. His skin is fever hot beneath my fingertips, his muscles rippling.
“You’re safe,” I whisper, speaking to both of us.
He stands before me in his tight underwear, and I avert my eyes from the bulge between his thighs, but I’m painfully aware of it. The salty scent of pre-come makes my mouth fill with saliva, and I swallow in earnest. My panties dampen, responding eagerly.
He huffs in approval and hunches down, his nose bumping my cheek. I nuzzle back into him. It feels so right.
Finally, my instincts whisper.
The Alpha groans, a desperate, yearning sound that I answer with a needy moan of my own.
In a flash, he lifts me up, spins, and pins me to the door. My breath leaves me on the impact, and my thighs wrap around his hips on instinct, clinging to his hulking frame as he presses our bodies together.
His chest rumbles and his fingers dig into my ass.
Alpha is touching me, my inner Omega crows with delight.
How many nights have I dreamed of being swept into the arms of an Alpha? Countless. None of them compare to the reality.
Fear and anticipation threaten to overwhelm me, and my hands scramble to hold on to his broad shoulders. There is so much strength in his grip, and it’s thrilling. It makes my skin tingle and my core throb with need.
Before I can say a word, he rolls his hips, and my mouth falls open in shock.
I can feel the shape of his enormous cock. He’s long and thick and hard. So hard. Worlds apart from the Beta appendages I’m used to.
I whimper, writhing against the door as a deep yearning grips my chest.
“Alpha, please,” I beg, unsure of what I’m asking for.
The Alpha rumbles in approval, his nose brushing across the curve of my neck. I tilt my head back, exposing my throat in surrender. He could tear me apart if he wanted to.
I don’t fear that he will. I don’t know why, because he’s still not in control of himself. He’s ruled by instincts and they’re telling him to rut the unmated Omega under his hot hands.
His lips trace over the pulse point at my neck, and my heart flutters in excitement. The tip of his tongue traces across my skin, followed by a curious nip, and I wonder if he’ll bite me.
I feel like I’m floating in a pool of my own pheromones. Unable and unwilling to care about consequences. All I know is I want him to take me in every way possible.
Then his teeth press against the vulnerable skin, and I go rigid.
His sharp canines graze my neck, and I let out a desperate cry. I’m teetering on the precipice of desire and fear.
Mine.
Distantly, I recognize the Alpha called Viper is not really mine, but at this moment I want him to be more than my next breath. I want to give him everything. I want him to claim me and take me away from this place to prove I’m not defective and unloveable.
“Yes,” I moan, but the sting of his teeth never comes. He doesn’t bite, but before I can pull back to look at his face in hazy confusion, he rolls his hips again.
Color explodes behind my eyes, a kaleidoscope of vivid fireworks dancing in delight.
Oh my stars.
My fingers dig into the meat of his shoulders as he grinds his cock against me. A gush of wetness heralds a plume of musky sweetness – my slick. My pants are wet and clinging to my nether lips, and every grinding thrust presses a seam exactly where I want it.
He’s barely doing anything, dry humping me like a couple of teenagers in a barn, yet I’m coming undone rapidly.
“More,” I beg. “Please, Alpha. More.”
I need to come. I need it like I’ve never needed anything before in my life.
Viper snarls in response, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I’m completely at his mercy, and it’s the best feeling in the world.
I’m safe with him. Safe with my Alpha.
His strong hands rove up the back of my shirt, tracing the shape of my back, before grunting in frustration and tearing the material from my body like it’s tissue paper. The stinging sensation where the fabric catches is overshadowed by the captivating, animalistic display.
My bra is next, and he snaps the underwire effortlessly in one fluid motion before yanking it away. I’m bare from the waist up, and his hungry gaze falls on my breasts.
Viper groans and drops his head forward, dragging his nose across my collarbone and down to my chest. I gasp as he nudges one of my nipples and then latches on. The scrape of teeth makes me jolt in surprise.
“Alpha!” I yelp and squirm, unsure if I’m encouraging him or scolding.
He growls around my nipple, reprimanding me with a fiery glance, sending a shiver through my entire body. My skin breaks out in gooseflesh, and my pussy clenches on nothing.
His face still looks beastly, but the green in his eyes is shining through brighter by the minute.
I have no doubt he can hear my racing heartbeat and smell my desire even without enhanced Alpha senses. My pants are soaked and ruined.
Viper’s tongue laves across my nipple, swirling around the puffy flesh, and I let out a soft whine of approval.
My hips are moving of their own accord, rocking against the firmness of his cock. I feel his cock throbbing with the same urgency, and I’m so close. So close to finding my release that I can almost taste it.
He’s going to make me come without even being inside me.
And then it hits me, the first wave of my orgasm, and I’m swept up in a tsunami of bliss.
“Ah!” I cry out, my fingers digging into his thick neck muscles. He’s holding me in place with a firm grip around my waist, and I’m powerless to do anything except succumb.
My mouth hangs open on a silent scream, and he takes it as an invitation, pressing two thick fingers into my mouth and pressing my tongue down.
Something about the dominant action feels instinctual.
Like he’s feeding a primal need for something more.
I need something heavy and thick in my mouth as I come.
Desperately sucking his fingers, waves of pleasure rake through my body. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never, not with any of my past Beta lovers, not even with myself.
This is what is supposed to happen between an Alpha and Omega.
I know it in my bones. I was made to be pleasured by my Alpha.
The pressure of his fingers is perfect, and I want them somewhere else. I want him everywhere, touching every inch of my skin and tasting my slick as it dribbles from my slit.
Releasing a shuddering roar, I feel his knot pulse rhythmically, and the heat from his spent seed blooms between my thighs.
Like a rising challenger, disappointment joins my ecstasy.
His seed is supposed to be inside me. It’s wasted. I feel so empty and so needy to be filled.
I let out a pathetic mewl when he pulls his hand free of my mouth, dragging his wet fingers down my neck and across the valley between my breasts. They leave a glistening trail in their wake.
I sigh in relief and despair as the last wave crashes and I return to reality.
I’m gasping, my chest rising and falling as my pulse thunders in my ears.
“Alpha,” I whimper, rubbing my cheek against his chest. I’m drifting in a soup of endorphins and confusion.
What just happened?
The Alpha’s fingers shift beneath my ass, and I look up to study his features.
His breath hitches and he hunches down to rub his cheek against the top of my head. I inhale deeply, sucking in a lungful of his scent. It’s thicker now, mixed with the salty, musky aroma of his come. It smells amazing mixed with my own.
“You smell so good,” I say softly.
His cock twitches and rubs against my soaked core. He’s still hard, and something tells me he will remain so until he knots me.
My pussy clenches in approval.
Viper blinks, and a flash of recognition appears in his gaze. “Omega?”
In a move I don’t expect, he gently slides me down his body. My legs shake and I glance up at his face in confusion. Green eyes glow back at me, the red veins fading as I watch.
“Omega,” he says again, but this time it’s laced with a sense of wonder.
“That’s right, I’m an Omega,” I murmur, my voice hoarse. “How are you feeling?”
It’s like he’s transforming before my eyes. As his facial features relax, he looks less like an animal and more like a handsome male. He seems dazed, his eyes almost crossed.
My fingers run across his abdomen, and I watch with fascination as the blood-shot redness in the whites of his eyes fade.
I stroke my hands up and down, matching his slowing breaths.
Exhaustion makes his body sag as he comes down from the precipice of Blood Lust.
“You’re okay,” I whisper, and press my cheek against his chest. His arm moves as if by its own accord, wrapping around me.
In stark contrast to before, I’m surprised to find his touch is gentle. Soft, even. A gentle giant. I briefly wonder if this is what he’s normally like when he’s not consumed by a blood infection that makes him a homicidal maniac.
The Alpha lets out a grunt that sounds like he’s relieved. The muscles in his body are still twitching, but his head slumps forward, his forehead resting against the top of my head.
We stay like that, holding each other as his body slowly relaxes beneath my hands.
Eventually I pull back and ask, “Do you want to lie down?” gesturing to the examination table nestled in the room’s corner.
The Alpha doesn’t respond, but he accepts my guiding hand on his arm as I lead him across the small room.
I flick my gaze to his face.
He looks wrecked. Emotions race across his face, unable to hide them due to his exhaustion. I wonder if he remembers the destruction he created while in the clutches of Blood Lust. I hope for his sake he doesn’t.
I look away. He must be feeling vulnerable, and I don’t want to make him uncomfortable with my staring.
Carefully, I peel out of his grasp and guide him to the bed. When he sits on it, the structure groans under his immense weight.
He looks lost as he studies me with a healthy dose of confusion.
“Am I dead?” he croaks in a cracked voice. It’s a deep tenor that rumbles from his chest.
My heart pangs. For so few words, he says a lot.
He expected to die, and he wasn’t upset by the idea.
I give him a soft smile. “No, soldier. You’re alive.”
His face drops in despair and I almost feel guilty for telling him, but I can’t bring myself to feel bad about stopping the Beta from shooting him. He deserves to live.
“Lay down with me,” I whisper, patting the bed, unwilling to break the silence stretching through our small sanctuary.
He moves slowly, as if he’s drifting in a dream, until he’s resting on his back.
Trusting my instincts, I climb onto the bed and slide down next to him. I press my body into his side as if I can soothe his inner turmoil with my touch.
He breathes deeply, like he’s trying to embed my scent into his lungs, and he groans when I rest my head on his chest.
He finally gives in to his own instincts, and drags me bodily on top of him, his thick arms wrapped around me securely.
A tickle in my throat heralds the start of my purr. It bubbles up through my lips and rattles my chest, filling the room with a comforting sound that has the Alpha’s entire attention.
He grunts and I can feel him relax deeper into the bed. His fingers trace slow circles against my skin, and the scent of his blood rage finally fades.
I’m not sure how long we lay there, but his breathing has slowed and deepened, the trembling has stopped, and his skin is no longer coated in a sheen of sweat.
He smells even better now.
A mix of danger from gunpowder, and the serenity of a rose garden.
His heart beats strong and steady against his ribcage.
A soul-aching tiredness is dragging me down. My eyelids are heavy and the warmth radiating from the solid muscles below me lulls me into a deep sleep.
The last thing I hear is the rumbling in the Alpha’s chest as he mutters, “Thank you, Omega.”