Chapter Fifteen #2
He leans back, stares down at my swollen nether lips, inhaling the plume of my perfume. The cellar air feels colder now that he’s peeled me open, but his stare heats every inch of me.
“No one is leaving,” he says firmly. “Not again. Never.”
"Viper—"
He growls and seizes my mouth in another demanding kiss, silencing my protests. When he finally releases me, I'm panting hard.
"You’re not defective. You’re perfection." His voice drops deep, challenging me to disagree.
I shake my head, and warble out a weak protest. “I’m broken. I’m unmateable. I can’t give you pups—”
He silences me with a snarl.
"You. Are. Perfection." He repeats, each word carrying the weight of his conviction, his tone leaving no room for argument. Fierce and final.
Tears sting my eyes. My throat works around the lump rising there.
I’ve spent my whole life believing I was nothing but a liability. Worthless. A broken Omega with no purpose. But Viper doesn’t see that. He looks at me like I’m made of light and is genuinely offended I can’t see it too.
He waits, brows raised, like the whole damn world’s on pause until I give him the answer he already knows to a question he didn’t ask.
And I nod. A shaky, reluctant nod.
Only then does he kiss me.
It’s slower this time. Confident. Like he’s won the battle he needed to win and can finally enjoy the spoils. His lips brush mine, then his tongue begins teasing. It’s gentle, caring, and when I suck it deeper into my mouth, he makes the most glorious sound.
It’s a groan. Low and primal.
His hips involuntarily jerk, shoving me harder against the oak barrel, jostling a little cloud of dust into the air.
He pins me there, using his weight to keep me at his mercy. Rough hands with callused fingertips smooth over my ass. He wastes no time prying my cheeks apart, spreading them until they burn from the stretch.
"Viper?" I gasp, straining against him.
Are we going to do this here? Now?
He hushes me, burying his face in my hair, the sound of his breath coming out in a series of short, sharp puffs as he inhales my scent.
"Gonna be my good Omega?" he growls possessively.
Just hearing that rough rasp in my ear makes my legs shake and forces a whimper of submission in response. I relax into his hold.
He’s my Alpha, and he’s taking his fill.
He drags a thick thumb through my folds, dips the tip into my weeping hole, and back again.
A mournful, desperate moan bursts from me as want sizzles through my veins.
"Good girl," he grunts, nipping the shell of my ear as I whimper. “All this slick for me?”
Those magic words turn me molten. I melt for him, nodding fervently, thighs shaking, hands scrabbling for purchase against his shoulders.
Every slow stroke of his thumb is maddening. He’s not rushing, just savoring, and it’s making me unravel.
There’s also something else hovering beneath the surface.
It’s him.
Not just his touch, but his presence. A kind of fierce devotion thrumming between us, so intense it steals my breath.
I can feel how desperate he is to touch me. To quench the fear that I’ll disappear. That he’ll wake from a dream to find me gone.
I know that fear. It’s mine too.
“I’m here,” I gasp. Reassuring us both.
His enormous hand cups my sex, his palm grinding into my pearl. His fingers slide through the mess he’s made of me, slick and needy, tracing the place where I want him most.
Frack. I want him close. As close as we can get.
"I've dreamed of this wet pussy," he mutters against my lips as he comes in for another kiss. "Always on my mind. Every battle. Every day. Every night I closed my eyes. You were always right there."
“I never stopped, oh rut, I never stopped thinking of you either,” I say, mirroring his devotion.
Can he feel me through the bond like I can feel him?
He growls in satisfaction, and as my reward, he presses a fat finger inside me.
"Viper!"
His name rips out of me, ragged and sharp. My toes curl, and I squirm against him.
I clamp down on the intrusion, unprepared for the sheer size of just a finger. One finger and it’s already more than two, maybe even three, of mine.
"My cunt," he proclaims.
I squeak as my channel tightens. Did my soft-spoken giant just say the vulgar word cunt? It’s unexpectedly hot.
Warmth spreads and the sweet scent of slick spills around us.
Okay, so it’s extremely hot.
I feel his satisfied grin against my temple.
His palm grinds down on my clit with constant, all-consuming pressure. More slick gushes out and helps him sink down another knuckle.
“Cocky Alpha,” I mutter between gasping breaths.
"Yeah. And you’re gonna feel so tight around this ‘cocky’ Alpha’s knot, aren’t you?"
I giggle. He’s loosening up. Joking with me.
And then I freeze.
My eyes snap open, and I look at him in alarm.
His knot?
I've never had a knot before.
Viper is a big Alpha. Frack, he might be the biggest person I’ve ever seen.
I’m not a liar. I can’t proclaim I’ve never thought about how big the beast between his thighs is.
I have. A lot.
It doesn’t help that I remember how thick it felt against my wanting pussy in the hospital and again on the forest floor. It was months ago, but I can still recall the bulb at the base which throbbed.
“Wait,” I breathe, but he hushes me with another kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth, deep and steady, mirroring the slow rhythm of his finger moving inside me.
“It’s okay, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “We’ll make it fit.”
It's the 'we' that has me relaxing, the idea of us doing this together and trusting each other.
That one word settles something in my chest. My muscles ease.
I nod, letting my forehead fall to his shoulder and give myself over to his care, like I always have.
Viper, my quiet protector. My sweet Alpha. The one who used to make sure I was tucked up safe in my nest each night.
"Fuck yes, just like that. Let your Alpha take care of you."
I smile, a soft, breathy giggle slipping out. I never pictured him as the vocal type during sex, but he’s all groans, mutters, little growled praises that melt right through me.
Then he works a second finger inside me, feeds it in nice and slow, and my laughter turns into a whimper.
“Viper—” I gasp. I'm pinned between the uncompromising oak and the hard expanse of his chest. I’ve never thought being between a rock and a hard place would feel so rut-damn good. “Ah-ah.”
His heartbeat thunders in his chest, the thump, thump, thump of his pulse pounds in my ears and echoes in my own chest.
The heat of his skin, the spice of his scent, everything's pulling tighter, winding me up with each grind of his palm and the plunge of his fingers.
The moans spilling from my lips sound foreign, desperate, like they belong to someone else entirely.
I tip over the edge suddenly and with a yelp of shock.
My pussy clenches down, and head tilts back as I cry out my release.
Viper swallows it, eating at my lips and sipping on my shuddering ecstasy.
"Pretty Omega, coming on my hand like a good girl,” he whispers against my mouth, the corner of his hitching up in prideful satisfaction.
I whimper, and I'm a mess of trembling limbs, panting breathlessly.
He withdraws his fingers, meets my gaze and holds it as he brings those slick-soaked fingers to his mouth. He sucks each one clean, eyes fluttering as he savors the taste.
“So good. Knew you’d taste so fuck’n good.” He sounds almost drunk on it.
My face flames, but I can't look away. It doesn’t feel like a lewd act, more like a proclamation between an Alpha and Omega.
His voice hums in my head, deep and sure: ‘You are mine.’
I nod before I can think better of it. Numb with need, strung out on want, aching for more.
I'm still caught in the haze when he starts to lower me, sliding me slowly down the wall of his chest. My breath stutters when something hot and heavy presses against the inside of my thigh.
His cock.
I jolt at the skin on skin contact, only now realizing he must’ve undone his combat trousers without me noticing.
There’s a flash of disappointment.
I want the chance to see it, touch it, to fall to my knees and admire what I just know is a marvel of girth.
Viper adjusts his grip, his palms engulfing both ass cheeks as he shifts me into position with deliberate care.
The thick head of his cock slides between my folds, slow and unhurried, until he notches at my entrance.
I suck in a breath. I've been waiting for this moment for so long, it feels like I've been waiting my entire life to be filled by this Alpha. Completed.
"Look," Viper murmurs.
My gaze snaps to his. He nods once, down, and I follow.
I gasp.
"Watch, Halley."
I tense.
His cock is massive, flushed and slick at the tip, heavy with intent. It pulses visibly, already leaking, aching to be buried deep inside me.
I can’t tear my eyes away.
It’s not going to fit. The thought arrives with a cold stab of panic.
It’s been so long since I had sex, and the toys I used in my nest at base during my heat seem like a joke compared to the monster pushing against my pussy.
I gulp.
Viper makes a chuffing sound at the back of his throat, and pride rushes through our connection.
He liked that. He’s excited to see my apprehension about his size.
I pout at his self-satisfied smirk.
Before I can chastise him, he leans down and nips at my ear, and his presence is loud in my mind again.
No words, just feelings that paint a full, vivid picture.
He wants me to watch. Not just the act of penetration, but what it means. How we fit. How we belong. That no matter the obstacles in our way, we’re meant to be joined.
I sigh and melt into his arms. How can I protest against such a beautiful sentiment? My big Alpha, with a soft squishy center. A man of few words, but the heart of a poet.
I’m still nervous, shivering slightly as the cold cellar air nips at my sweat-damp skin, and Viper seems to understand that I need a moment.