Chapter Fifteen #3
He waits there, his cockhead barely breaching my tight ring, but doesn't make any moves to sink inside me, just hushes me and strokes my hair, letting me get used to the pressure.
His hands caress and massage, so soft and sweet, for longer than any other male would hold themselves back.
He’s patient.
So patient…
Too patient.
I squirm, needing more. My channel clenches around nothing, and he grunts each time my pussy twitches against his cockhead.
A grunt leaves his throat, low and rough, but still he doesn’t move.
It’s clear what he’s telling me. He’s ready when I am.
I blink up at him to tell him I’m okay to proceed, only to choke on my spit.
He’s staring back at me like an Alpha on the brink. Trembling with eyes blown wide. He’s breathing like he just sprinted into battle.
“Viper?”
I want him inside me, filling me up, and making me his.
"Please," I plead, and he searches my face, eyes flicking over every inch like he’s searching for a sign. He finds it.
My complete and willing submission.
“Viper,” I say again, firmer this time. “Fill me.”
He moves, slow but deliberate, easing in with a thick stretch that makes my spine curl. Barely a few inches and I’m already breathless. My walls pulse around him, struggling to adjust.
But, oh, the pressure is hot and delicious. I want more. Now.
“Oh please. Move.”
His growl is a living thing. It reverberates in my chest, sinks claws into my bones. My pulse stutters, then surges.
"You really asking for it?" he snarls, teeth bared down at me.
“Yes, yes. I need… Viper, please.”
He leans over, engulfing me in his mass, shielding me from the world as he pants in my ear.
"Pretty girl needs my cock to fuck her? Good. You're going to take every inch of it. Gonna stretch that greedy little pussy until it knows who it belongs to. You're going to sing for me, aren't you? Are you gonna be good for your lieutenant?"
My breath hitches, stomach flipping.
Oh rut, oh rut, oh rut.
How is he even more talkative during sex? And it’s dirty, filthy talk.
“Answer me, Omega.”
“Yes!” I gasp. “I want your cock.”
He clicks his tongue.
“Say it properly. I’m your superior officer.”
I squirm, overwhelmed, desperate for him to move. I obey without hesitation.
“Yes, I want your cock, Lieutenant Viper!”
That does it.
Shadows settle into the sharp corners of his heavy features as the last flickers of restraint bleed out of him.
He drives forward in one brutal, breathtaking thrust.
He thrusts forward, hard, and I scream. The sound echoes off the walls of the cellar, bouncing back like a war cry.
I feel all of him and it's exquisite. I can't breathe, can't think, I can only feel his massive cock inside me.
His hips snap forward again and again and again. The barrel I'm pressed against creaks with the force of his thrusts, but Viper doesn’t slow.
I scramble to find purchase, and settle for digging my nails into his back.
He’s rutting me like a beast, wild and untamed.
Viper is an Alpha staking his claim.
He sets a relentless pace and pounds into me until I'm gasping, crying out his name, and pleading for more. The sounds of our flesh slapping together, and his heavy balls smacking against my ass fill the room.
All I can do is gasp his name, beg for more, and take everything he gives me.
My peak slams into me without warning again, and I tumble off a sharp cliff.
"Vi — Viper!" I howl.
"There she is," he growls, fucking me through it. No mercy or pause, just his cock hammering into me.
His nose drags through my hair, chuffing and slurring out an endless ramble of words.
He’s still talking. A flood of words between his groans and gasps of pleasure, as though a dam has burst and everything he usually keeps locked away is spilling out at once.
“Never thought I’d have this. I, ah, thought I’d die out there… battlefield, Blood Lust, didn’t matter. But you. Fuck, Halley, you—” his hips jerk. His voice shudders. “Didn’t even dare dream of having an Omega. My Omega.”
His thrusts become erratic and his breathing hitches.
“I’ll never let you go again. Do you hear me? This cunt doesn’t get to leave. Not ever. You’re ours. Mine.”
I’m still riding the aftershocks, thighs twitching, nerves alight. My whole body feels boneless, stretched and flooded with heat. His words wrap around me like a blanket and a chain all at once.
The feel of him inside me, the scent of him, the sound of his voice, the taste of his messy kisses on my tongue. I'm drowning in Viper, and I never want to come up for air.
He presses me harder into the barrel as he shifts his hips.
The new angle hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars.
He’s found it. The perfect marksman that he is. That place inside me that makes everything spark.
Little cries punch out of me. “Ah, ah, ah, ah.”
I'm so close, so close to the edge once more.
He stops.
“No!” I whine and desperately try to pump my hips.
Viper grabs my flushed face in one big hand, pinching my cheeks just enough to make my lips pout.
He presses a wet, messy kiss on my puckered lips, licking into me like he can’t get enough of my taste. “I’m never — ah, never letting you go. You hear me, Halley? You’re not leaving without me by your side ever again. Wherever you go, I go.”
I shudder, my pussy still clenching around his cock, needing the friction to fall over the precipice. I need it. I need it now.
He gives my face a little shake, forcing me to focus.
"Omega. Tell me you understand."
He’s right. I’m his. I’ve always been his.
"Yes—" I stutter out. I try to move my hips. Useless. He has me pinned in place. I can't move. I'm completely at his mercy and he's not giving me what I need. "Yes!"
"Yes, what?" He prompts, and I feel the heat of his breath on my face.
“Yes, Lieutenant Viper! Please…I need..."
"Where do you belong?" he snarls, his fingers tapping at my cheek, demanding my attention. "Where does this pussy belong?"
The sob rips out of me before I can stop it. I’m a mess, desperate, soaking, seconds from tears.
"Say it."
“With you!” I cry. “I belong with you!”
“Good girl,” he growls, his voice a deep rumble that makes my clit throb.
Finally, satisfied with my answer, he releases my face and shifts his grip, one hand sliding around the back of my head to tangle in my hair, holding me in place.
Viper is an Alpha. It shouldn’t be such a shock that he’s controlling in bed… or, in this case, the cellar.
He pulls out, slow enough to make my breath hitch. His cock gleams, soaked in my slick. Then he slams back in, hard and wet, and I cry out as the impact shudders through me.
A hand slips between us.
“Ah!” I scream out.
He’s touching my clit. Not hard or fast, just pressure on either side of the bud. Sparks fly behind my eyes.
“Fuck yes,” he groans. “Takin' me so well. You're made for this, aren't you? Made for my cock. My touch.”
I nod, or try to, my head barely able to move under his hold.
I babble incoherently as every muscle tightens, clenching as I rise and rise towards yet another peak. He's fucking me so hard that I can't catch my breath while folded over like this, and I'm gasping for air, digging my nails into his skin as I struggle to gain some sense of control.
There is none. Viper has complete control.
Dominant Alpha. Submissive Omega. There’s nothing more primal.
I’m overproducing slick almost like I’m in heat, my body knowing it needs the extra lubrication to take his sheer size.
Rivulets run down his thighs, and my inner Omega chirrups in possessive delight.
This Alpha is mine.
“Yours,” he snarls in agreement, replying to my errant thought. For a split second I wonder how he’s heard me…
He makes a desperate noise right beside my ear, and it sends my eyes rolling.
I love the sound of him losing himself inside me.
My orgasm is close. He feels it, senses it.
"When you come on my cock, I'm going to knot you, and then you'll know you belong with me. That I'm your Alpha. I'm your mate. Claiming bite or not. Do you hear that, Omega? You're mine and I'm yours."
"Yes!" I cry out, my back arching and my toes curling.
"Do you want my knot, Halley? Do you want me to fill you up?"
"Yes, Alpha! Please Lieutenant Viper," I'm nearly screaming, and I'm sure everyone in the fortress can hear, but I don't care. All I care about is the Alpha between my thighs and the orgasm that's about to burst every cell in my body.
"Take it,” he snarls. “Take my knot, Omega."
He thrusts once more, deep and devastating.
The swell locks inside me. My muscles clamp down, and the stretch sears.
The feeling is so intense that I can't breathe. I can't move, can't think, can't do anything but feel.
He grunts, his hips jerking.
The base of his cock catches at my entrance, dragging against my swollen rim, tugging with an almost cruel persistence.
His knot.
I've never even seen an Alpha's knot, let alone taken one.
It’s too much. The burn, the fullness, the pressure, none of it feels possible to endure. I panic.
I can’t do it. I can’t take him.
It's not just the physical knot. It’s everything. The way his emotions pour through the bond into me.
His need to be accepted and loved, his fear of rejection, his anger at the world, his happiness that I'm here in his arms.
I claw at the thread of my thoughts, trying to find one that feels like mine.
‘Viper,’ I think. ‘It’s too much. I can’t.’
I'm drowning, and I can't breathe, and I can't escape the weight of his feelings, and I can't get away from the physical intrusion of his cock and knot. I'm not enough, not strong enough, not brave enough, not good enough.
His arms close around me, a cocoon of strength and heat, and his voice slips into my mind. A steady pulse of care.
‘I’ve got you. My perfect, sweet Omega. Everything I’ve ever wanted. Best thing to ever happen to me.’
And then, just when I think I'm going to burst, his knot locks. It catches that special place only Omegas have, a place only an Alphas knot can hit — the O-spot.
Stars burst behind my eyes. A jolt of pleasure rips through me, thick and honey-slow, replacing the fear, smothering the panic. It’s like being rewired from the inside out.
I shake as the pleasure takes hold, sweet and terrifying in its intensity.
And I want more.
With a roar that shakes my bones, Viper pulls me to his chest and pivots sharply.
His body folds around me as he drops onto an upturned barrel, his weight making it groan in protest.
I land on his lap, and gravity does the rest.
I slide down, deeper than I thought possible, until the thick head of his cock presses against my cervix. I expect it to hurt. Instead, it feels good.
Damn primal Omega hindbrain wants her Alpha’s cock right at the threshold.
His eyes find mine. “Ride me.”
My hands press into his shoulders. I can’t lift off the knot, not even a little, so I start a shuddering rock back and forth. My clit rubs against him as his knot grinds into the spot that has me approaching my third climax.
His hands grip my hips, guiding me with quiet, reverent strength.
He watches everything. The way I move. The way I tremble. It makes me feel powerful. Like I’m something rare and sacred. Like I matter.
The smell of our pheromones is thick in the air, a heady mix of roses, gunpowder, and lavender. My muscles are shaking.
His knot throbs, and it sends me over the edge.
“Halley!” Viper shouts, his eyes screwed shut as he follows me into his peak.
His cock pulses again and again.
My pleasure goes on for what feels like forever, spurred on by the warmth deep inside as he floods me with his seed.
When I come back to myself, my body is limp, my skin damp. I sag against his chest, breath shallow, my heartbeat still galloping.
He’s still watching me.
The darkness in his gaze has faded. All that remains is something unshakable.
“Alpha. Viper,” I whisper, reaching up to touch his cheek.
He turns into my hand like he’s starved for it, presses a kiss into my palm that lingers.
“My Omega,” he murmurs. “My Halley.”